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10 weeks – JUNE (still)

Abby sat gleefully on the edge of Ziva's desk as she flipped through the magazines she had. Ziva was flipping through another of the magazines and stopped on a page.

"How about this hairstyle?" she asked. Abby looked over at the photo she was pointing at and grimaced.

"No way – I think that looks horrid," she said disgustedly. Ziva frowned.

"I think it looks nice," she retorted. Abby snorted.

"Of course you do, Ziva."

Ziva rolled her eyes at her best friend and continued to flick through the magazine for suitable hairstyles. She stopped on one and smirked. "How about this one?"

Abby gagged when she saw the style. "Do you want me to die from curls?" Abby glared at the smirk on Ziva's face. "Why can't I just have pigtails?"

"Because you need to look different on your wedding day Abby, something to make you more beautiful." Ziva thought about what to do to Abby's hair. "Since you do not want us to curl it, maybe we should leave it straight and just curl it lightly at the ends. I am sure that will suit you. Also," Ziva added, sneaking a peak at the page Abby was looking at in her magazine, "you will not be wearing black for your wedding. It is too… depressing for what should be a happy day."

Abby pouted. "But it's my wedding!"

"And I am being helpful. I will not, under any circumstances, wear black to your wedding unless it is part of my wedding attire."

Abby sighed. "Fine. The dress has to fit, though. I'll be huge by the time it gets to my wedding."

"Are you sure you want your wedding in January, Abby?" Ziva asked uncertainly. "I will be due around that time, and you will be due not long after."

"Yes, I'm sure. Besides, you'll have had your baby by then – Andy and Mukta are due before then and Katie isn't pregnant."

"… that is a very good point."

"I know. Now, what do you think about this dress?"


McGee, Abby, Ziva and Tony lounged around in the bullpen, wondering what to do after finally completing the piles of paperwork they had been handed. Ziva and Tony were currently sitting on the edge of Tony's desk, arms wrapped around each other, whilst Abby was on McGee's lap, McGee's head resting on her shoulder.

"What to do, what to do…" Tony muttered for the rest of them to hear.

"We could play games," McGee suggested.

"I'm not playing any of your Elf-Lord games, McGeek." Tony glared at McGee before kissing Ziva slightly on the cheek.

"We could play Truth or Dare," Abby suggested.

"Abby, we're grown adults," McGee pointed out. "Gibbs would kill us if he caught us playing it."

"We could eat."

Everyone stared at Ziva incredulously.

"What? I am hungry!"

"Actually, she's got a point," McGee said. "We missed out lunch just to finish our paperwork. I wouldn't blame her for being hungry, especially as she is pregnant."

"We could eat out?" Abby suggested. "I think there's this great Italian restaurant about 15 minutes from here. It's called Primi Piatti. We could go there for dinner or something."

"I think that's awesome. What do you think, Ziva?" Tony asked. Ziva looked down at her belly.

"I think we are in the mood for Italian."

The four of them laughed.

"But do you not think it will be a little lonely with just us?"

Tony stared at Ziva. "What are you suggesting?"

"I am suggesting we invite our friends. It may be short notice, but we have not spoken to them in a while. Only Andy, Rebecca and Daisy know I am pregnant, and Andy and Rebecca are just suspicious. They are not absolutely sure."

Tony got out his cell phone. "Then let's do it."


Ziva was looking for a top to wear when Maria walked into her room.

"Hey, Zi, is it alright if I take the twins out for McDonalds with my mates?" Maria asked.

"Which friends?" Ziva asked absentmindedly as she looked for something comfortable to wear with her jeans.

"Katie and Mel… maybe Nathan…" Maria froze at Ziva's accusing look. "He has a little brother too! He's five! They'll have someone to play with!"

Ziva sighed. "Fine then. Just don't lose them."

Maria grinned. "Thanks Ziva!" She ran out of the door. "Kate! Tali! Come and get changed! We're going out!"

Ziva sighed and nearly laughed when she heard the girls squealing and running around, and Maria trying to chase after them in an effort to get them dressed. Finally, however, she found what she was looking for. It was a peach colored maternity top that Tony had gotten her not long after he had found out she was pregnant. Even though she wasn't that far along, it was still a nice top and she was pregnant. She took out the top and put it on, wearing it with a pair of jeans and some cream-colored flats. She left her hair down in curls before grabbing her cardigan and heading downstairs – even though it was warm, she could still get pretty cold. Tony was waiting at the bottom of the staircase in a blue shirt and some jeans and was twirling his car keys in his right hand.

"Took ya long enough. Maria's already left, and Abby called asking where we were," Tony said as he took Ziva's hand in his and started leading her towards the car.

"What did you tell her?" Ziva asked.

"That you're taking your time, making sure you look perfect…" Tony stared at her, wide-eyed. "I was telling the truth, right?"

Ziva rolled her eyes at Tony. "Unfortunately, yes."


Ziva and Tony smiled as they approached the table where everyone sat.

"Hey, guys!" Tony greeted. The twelve people already sitting at the table turned their heads to look at the couple.

"Hey Ziva, Tony," Jude greeted.

"How've you been?" Daisy asked as the couple sat down.

"Tired," Ziva answered. "The twins keep us on our feet."

"Especially TJ. She loves to open things and leave things scattered around the house," Tony explained further. Everyone laughed.

"And little Kate's being a good girl?" Mukta asked.

"Oh, yes," Ziva laughed. "Although she does tend to fight over toys with her sister." Everyone nodded in understanding.

After a few more minutes of idle chat, the waiter finally came over and they ordered their drinks and starters. For starters they each ordered their own meals, with wine to drink for the men and juice for the women. They continued to chat quietly until their meals were brought over. Katie frowned when she saw what Ziva had ordered.

"I know you're Jewish and all Ziva, but no seafood? I thought you loved it?" Katie said.

"No wine either," Mark pointed out.

Ziva shrugged. "I just do not want it, I suppose."

Daisy remembered and caught on quickly. "Have you told the twins yet?"

"Told the twins what?" Mukta asked. Andy's eyes widened as she finally realized what was going on.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?"

Rebecca, Jude and Matt all choked on their food. The rest, apart from Abby, McGee and Tony, just stared at her in shock.

"Pregnant?" Katie repeated. Then she scowled playfully. "Thanks for making me feel like the odd one out here, girls."

"I can't believe you held back on us, Zi," Rebecca managed to say once she had calmed down enough to talk. There were murmurs of agreement from all over the table.

"You can't be serious," Arif muttered. "Can you handle three kids under the age of five?"

"You'll have to start sending the twins to daycare, Ziva," Mukta pointed out.

"I have Maria to baby-sit from four onwards," Ziva argued. "Also, the twins have been to daycare before and they liked it. I will not struggle much."

"Three kids?" Mark asked.

"Three is not a big number."

"It is when you're counting kids. Especially when they have the DiNozzo gene."

"Shut up, Mark. Your gene's no better," Tony retorted. The whole table burst into laughter.