Chapter Ten- "D-D-Day"

"My water just broke."

Tony stood frozen. He couldn't have been more shocked if Ziva had suddenly announced she was leaving NCIS and going on the road with American Idol.

Adrenalin kicked in and Tony found himself chasing around in circles.

"Ok, boil some water, get some towels." He looked at Ziva.

"Oh Miss Scarlett, I don't know nothin' about birthin' babies…"

Ziva glared at him. "Relax; I am going to take a quick shower. Maybe you should too, hmm? It may be a long day. My bag is packed and ready to go. RELAX!" She patted him on the cheek and waddled into the bathroom.

"You're going to…take a shower? Are you kidding me?" Tony sat down on the bed. He grabbed Ziva's blankey and started caressing it. "There's no place like home…there's no place like home…"

"Tony!"

"On your six, Ziva!" He rushed into the bathroom.

Ziva was stepping into the shower. "Just stay close in case I get lopsided or something." She batted her eyes. "Of 'course, we will get out of here quicker if you come in and help me." With that she pulled the shower door shut.

Tony's chest was heaving, almost hyperventilating. "What the hell? Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!" Tony didn't need a second invitation.

He practically ripped his clothes off and joined Ziva in the steaming shower. Rivulets of water traced intricate patterns down Ziva's stomach. Tony was shocked at how big she was. And beautiful.

"I never expected this," he murmured into her hair. She laughed.

"I forgot you haven not really "seen" me yet." Doubt cast a shadow across her face.

"Are you ashamed? Do you think I am ugly?"

Tony wrapped his wet, soapy arms around his wife.

"Oh, Ziva. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known." He could feel her smile through their kiss.

"Ok. Enough. Time to get ready to go." Ziva turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and began toweling off. Tony finished what she couldn't reach.

A mere fifteen minutes later, Ziva was dressed and sitting on the bed. Tony was tearing through his closet, pulling out this shirt and then that shirt.

"What do you think?" Tony asked the gazillionth time.

"Get dressed! We need to leave!" Ziva was tired of playing.

Tony dropped the pile of clothes and pulled on a pair of jeans, a striped shirt and a pullover.

"The bag is by the door." Ziva pointed to a medium size bag.

Tony grabbed the bag and headed down the stairs.

"Tony!"

Tony ran back up the stairs and put his arm around Ziva.

"Sorry Ziva, have no idea what I am doing."

"That is very clear. Should I drive?"

"Hell no!" Tony looked shocked. Ziva smiled.

Tony was tapping the steering wheel. He looked at Ziva.

"Of 'course, you would pick rush hour to go into labor." He was worried they would not make it to Bethesda in time.

From Arlington at that time in the morning, the best route was to head into DC, get on Wisconsin Avenue in Georgetown, and then head out of town toward the Maryland border.

DC was a crazy place in the morning. Two-way streets were changed to one-way to accommodate commuters coming into the district, which played hell with people trying to get out of the district.

Once he negotiated the Key Bridge, turned right onto "M" Street, and then left onto Wisconsin Avenue, Ziva pulled out her phone.

"Oh, yeah, I guess we better call everyone."

Ziva nodded. "I did not want to call too soon. Otherwise, they would get there before we did. Ooohhh….."

Tony touched Ziva's arm. "Are you ok?"

Ziva took a deep breath. "Yes, the contractions are just a little stronger than I expected. Do not worry. I can handle this pain."

Tony shook his head. "I have no doubt, my ninja bride." He looked over at her as she was texting.

"What are you doing?"

She smiled. "Sending the Bat Signal."

Tony grinned. "No kidding? We have a planned signal?"

NCIS Headquarters.

Tim McGee sighed as he closed another file. He looked at the empty spaces where Tony and Ziva usually sat. He thought he would relish the down time, getting the chance to catch up on paper work. But he was bored. And yes, he did actually miss Tony.

As annoying as he could be, he did break up the tedium of the day. Watching Tony and Ziva sparring was almost as good as some of his role-playing games online. Almost.

Gibbs walked in, ever present coffee cup in hand. "Whatcha' got, McGee?"

"Not a thing, Boss." Tim cleared his throat

"Boss, have you talked to Tony or Ziva today?"

Gibbs looked over at his junior agent. "Worried McGee?"

"What? Me? No! It's just that, well, Tony's not himself and…"

"Somehow I think Ziva will keep him line." Gibbs smiled.

Just then, Gibbs cell phone dinged. Then McGee's went off.

"Gibbs" Gibbs put his phone to his ear.

"Uh, Boss," Tim was looking down at his phone. "That's not a call. You just got a text."

"How do you know I just got a text, McGee?" Gibbs demanded.

Tim held up his phone. "Because I just got the same text. So did Abby, Ducky and Palmer. And," Tim squinted his eyes. "Vance?"

Just then, the elevator dinged. "Gibbs! Timmy! It's time.! Ziva and Tony are having the baby!" Gibbs stood up and looked down at his phone. He smiled at the message…

"D-D-Day"

"DiNozzo-David Day." Gibbs murmured, almost wistfully.