Ziva stood just inside the doorway of Tony's hospital room talking to a doctor in green surgical scrubs, a stethoscope hung around the man's neck. Ziva looked down at her right hand, the doctor was pointing and touching certain areas, explaining to her the procedure he just performed on Tony. She nodded, understanding.
Ziva glanced towards Tony, he was still sleeping.
"He should be waking soon."
She looked back to the doctor and tried to smile..."Thank you."
The doctor nodded..."Sure."...He turned, leaving.
Ziva slowly made her way back to Tony's bedside, lifting his hand, holding it. She softly kisses him on the lips, before sitting down in a chair she had pulled over to the bed.
"Tony and Ziva sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a little tiva in a baby carriage!"...Abby sang then let out a hearty laugh.
Ziva jerked her head towards the door, Abby stood smiling, McGee stood behind her, Ziva's cheeks started to turn red.
"Awww."...Abby flashed a quick frown, seeing that Ziva was embarrassed. Abby moved to her, wrapping her arms around her neck from behind, hugging her. Ziva looked uncomfortable at first, but gave in. Ziva welcomed the hug. She really needed it.
"What's a tiva?"...McGee wondered, now standing at the foot of Tony's bed.
Abby straightened up, looking at McGee, she shrugged..."I just made it up...it's cute, Timmy!"...Abby squatted next to Ziva..."So how is he?"
"He is fine. I am just waiting for him to wake up."...Ziva squeezed Tony's hand..."What about the people?"
"They both died."...McGee replied..."Along with the killer."
"Was he even the person you were supposed to talk to, Tim?"...Ziva asked.
"Nope."...McGee takes his iPhone out of his pocket..."His fingerprints matched a Michael Locke."
Tony moved slightly in his bed, a smile forming on his face.
Ziva rose from her chair..."Tony?"...But he didn't respond. She moved her hand to his face, caressing it with the back of her fingertips, his face once again stubbled..."You need another shave."...She smiled.
Abby stood from her squat, she bends over the bed, giving Tony a hug and a kiss on the cheek..."Hurry back, Tony."...She stood, looking at McGee..."Come on, McGee, lets give them some alone time."
McGee head towards the door, Abby right behind him, she stopped, turning around..."Oh, Ziva...McGee is going to help in search of..."...Abby cleared her throat.
Ziva turned her head slowly..."Thank you."
"You do know that Lisa is going to get pregnant in my next book, right?"...McGee said, moving back into the room.
"No, no, no, McGee...you can't. You know a baby kills a story!"...Abby pleaded against it.
"Lisa, not Amy, Abby."
"No, I forbid it...Tommy isn't ready to be a dad! And Lisa will get fat. How is she supposed to chase dirtbags with a bun in the oven?!"
Ziva swung her head toward them arguing..."Fat?"
"Well, not fat, but pregnant...like 30-50 pounds!"...Abby replied, holding her hands out, demostrating how big she would be.
Ziva looked down at her stomach..."30 to 50 pounds?"
Abby pushes McGee out the door, Ziva moved out the door quickly..."McGee!"
Abby and McGee stopped, turning around.
"Abby is correct, Tony is not ready for a baby...and if you make me fat, McGee, I will kill you."
"Uh, don't you mean Tommy and Lisa?"...McGee quickly retorted.
Ziva coldly stared at McGee.
"Okay, McGee, lets go before she actually kills you."...Abby vigorously suggested, pulling McGee towards the elevator.
Ziva stepped back into the room, she smiled as she looked at Tony, an idea popped into her head..."I will be right back, you will wait right there, yes?"...She let out a small laugh, showing a glimmer of how much fun she always has with Tony.
She stepped out of the room, returning minutes later, holding several items. She moves back to his bedside, lowering the side railing. She sat on the edge of his bed, lifting a can of shaving cream shaking it.
She squirts a dab into her palm, slowly rubbing her hands together. She leans forward, grinning as she applied it to his face, getting it all over his nose and ears, she cupped his cheeks with her hands, massaging along his mouth with her thumbs very slowly. She picks up a towel, wiping her hands and cleaning it off his nose and ears.
"Ready?"...She chuckled, pulling her knife from her belt..."Don't move now."...She laughed, sliding it back into her belt.
"Just kidding."...She lifted a razor from the bed and started to shave along the left side of his face. She wipes the razor off on the towel and continued on, shaving the left side of his face. She leaned down, kissing his freshly shaven left cheek, breathing in. Her Star of David slid out of her shirt landing on his neck.
She exhaled, pulling back, Tony's eyes were open. She stopped, staring into his eyes..."Hi."...She softly spoke, smiling.
Tony's hand moved to the back of her head, pulling her lips to his, kissing her passionately. Ziva closed her eyes, losing herself in the kiss.
His hand slid from her hair, she softly moaned into his mouth. She slightly pulled away, she now had shaving cream on the left side of her face.
"Heh."...Tony leaned up, kissing her again..."Shalom."...He smiled widely.
Ziva opened her eyes, quickly kissing him again.
"I should get shot more often."...Tony grinned.
Ziva laughs.