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Chapter Ten: Truth is Truth

Ziva drew in a deep breath as she parked outside Gibbs' house. He had been back for a week already, but she had made no mention of her pregnancy to anyone on the team. She doubted that she could go much longer without telling Gibbs and the Director. She wanted to tell them before they figured it out.

She locked her Mini and walked up the pathway to Gibbs' front door. Ziva drew in another breath before knocking on his door. There was no answer, but she knew where he would be, so she let herself in.

"Gibbs," she called out as she walked down the stairs to his basement, where he was sanding his boat.

"Ziva," Gibbs answered, turning around with an un-Gibbslike smile, "What brings you here? Or are you finally going to tell me?"

"Tell... tell you what?" she stuttered out. 'How the hell does he know these things?'

Gibbs turned back away from her, smiling, and continued to sand his boat. "How far along are you?"

Ziva sighed and sat down on the stair that was third from the bottom. "Fourteen weeks," she admitted, "Seeing as how you are my boss again, I thought that I needed to tell you."

"And what about the rest of the team?" Gibbs asked, stopping his work and sitting down on the edge of the hull to face Ziva, "They're going to notice very soon."

"I will tell them soon. I need to tell Jenny first."

Gibbs nodded but remained silent.

"Anyway, I should be going now," Ziva said standing up and walking back up the stairs, "Goodnight Gibbs."

"Am I allowed to ask you the father is, Ziva?" Gibbs called out to her as she approached the top of the stairs.

She stopped walking, but did not turn around.

"DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, walking to the stairs, but stopping at the bottom. He rested the palms of his hands on the railings. "Does he know?"

"Not yet," Ziva answered, "He will find out when the others do. It does not matter, Gibbs."

"What happened between you two, Ziva?" Gibbs questioned, his voice soft and full of concern.

Ziva did not answer straight away, instead, averted her eyes away from his piercing gaze. "I have to go. I will see you tomorrow." And she walked back upstairs and out the door.

Gibbs watched her leave, but did not follow.

oOo

Emily pressed the button to open the elevator several times before it actually did. She needed to get up to the squad room at NCIS headquarters quickly, so naturally, she didn't have time to wait for the elevator. The doors closed and opened moments later, but two floors higher.

Emily ran into the bullpen. "Ziva, don't tell me that you forgot! And do you answer your phone?"

Ziva was standing in front of the plasma screen with Tony. Both of them turned around when they heard Emily shouting. Gibbs walked down the stairs with Director to see what the commotion was about.

Emily walked up to Ziva and whispered in Arabic, "Did you forget that you had an appointment today?"

"Oh, my appointment with Dr. Montgomery," Ziva remembered aloud, unconsciously answering in English.

"Why do you have a doctor's appointment?" Abby asked, coming up from her lab with McGee.

Ziva ignored her question. "I will have to reschedule, Em. We have a missing Naval officer."

"No," Gibbs said loudly, speaking for the first time, "Go to your appointment. We will be fine for an hour without you."

"Appointment for what?!" Abby shouted loudly over the top of everybody, McGee and Tony nodding their heads in agreement.

Ziva turned away and instinctively looked down at her stomach. She would always wear a zipped up jacket now to hide the baby bump that was developing, but she had taken it off because she was hot. Now, the small rounded football that was her baby was prominent enough to be seen by those who knew it was there.

Jenny was the first to realise. She turned her head away from Ziva and moved behind Gibbs. Emily looked at Ziva and shrugged, wordlessly telling her that it was now or never.

"I'm pregnant," Ziva admitted to the small group.

"Pregnant... with emotion?" Tony piped up in the form of a question.

They all turned to stare at him.

"Come on. Knocked Up. 2007 chick flick with Katherine Heigl from Grey's Anatomy. Nice ass." Tony stopped talking and turned to face Ziva. "Are you really pregnant?"

And then the reactions came. McGee looked confused and couldn't find the right words to say. He merely stood there with his mouth open. Abby ran and ferociously hugged Ziva, causing her to topple backwards into Emily. But it was Tony's reaction after his joke that may have been the worst. At first, he fell back on his humour, hoping that it was a prank, but then he stepped back, utterly gobsmacked by Ziva's revelation. He regained some of his composure and stalked off to the men's restroom. This did not go unnoticed by Jenny, Gibbs and Emily, who all shot the same look at Ziva.

"I'll wait for you in the car," Emily said, walking back towards the elevator.

Ziva wrestled herself out of Abby's grip and quickly walked passed Gibbs and Jenny, chasing after Tony.

"What was that about?" McGee asked, noticing Tony run off first, and then Ziva.

Jenny turned to face Gibbs and then asked in a low voice, "DiNozzo is the father?"

McGee and Abby heard but took much longer than the Director to get over the shock. Gibbs sent them back down to her lab before they could say anything, leaving him alone in the bullpen with Jenny.

"Is this going to create a problem on your team, Jethro?" Jenny asked intuitively.

"No," Gibbs replied, "I will see that it doesn't, Jen."

oOo

Ziva marched after Tony and shoved the door to the men's room open. Tony was leaning his palms up against the mirror, his face distraught. She walked up behind him and he only noticed her presence when she appeared in the mirror's reflection.

"Were you going to tell me?" he asked, not turning around to face her.

"It does not matter, Tony," she replied vindictively.

"I am that baby's father!" he shouted, turning around to stare her in the face, "Am I the father?"

She did not answer and he motioned to leave. She immediately dropped her hands to lean on the edges of two sinks, pinning him against the wall, her body leaning into his.

"You ended this, Ziva. So what happens now?" He smiled at her as he turned around and leant in to kiss her. She turned her face away from him so that his lips brushed his cheek. She held him pinned against the wall for a moment, then dropped her arms.

"You don't want this, Tony," Ziva told him, not looking at him in the eye, "Not this commitment."

"How do you know?"

Ziva let out a laugh. "I know you, Tony. You sold your sperm in college without a second's hesitation. You are not ready for this and I do not wish to burden you with it. It is fine, Tony. I can handle it. I do not need your help. Now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment."

Tony stared at her blankly and watched her leave the room, still reeling by her revelation.

Ziva held her head high, feeling the overload of oestrogen kick in. She managed to hold back the tears until she got to the car, and then let them fall as soon as she sat down in the passenger side of Emily's car.

Emily looked at her sympathetically, then ripped off her seat belt, leaned over the seat and pulled Ziva into a tight hug. Normally, she would duck out of it, but Ziva was exhausted from the rush of emotions that she had felt in the past ten minutes. She let Emily hug her, feeling better when her best friend finally let go.

"Wow," Emily said with a smile as she turned the car on, "You let me hug you. You must be feeling really bad. Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No," Ziva replied with finality, "I do not want to talk about it."

"Do you wanna talk about something else?" Emily asked, still smiling, driving along the highway.

"Kalev is moving to DC," Ziva announced, watching her friend's reaction, "My father has finally agreed to transfer him to the station here."

"Is he going to stay at your place?" Emily asked, a little too enthusiastically.

"I hope not," Ziva replied, eyeing her friend suspiciously, "He will be working actively with Mossad anyway."

"Oh," Emily said, slightly crestfallen, but then quickly regained her mentality when she realised that Ziva was profiling her behaviour. Thankfully, her friend did not question it.

oOo

Jenny sat at her desk, late at night, in her dimly lit office reading through and signing off on the many hundreds of case reports that cross her desk each week. She looked up and smiled upon hearing a knock at her door.

"Come in, Tony," she called out, looking down at her work, then taking off her glasses.

Tony twisted the handle and pushed open the door. "How did you know it was me?" he asked confusedly as he looked around the back of the door.

"Because your deadline passed hours ago," she answered, watching him walk into her office.

He shut the door and walked in front of her desk. "I've made my decision," he announced after a few moments of silence.

"And I respect it," Jenny replied insightfully, "Sometimes I wish that I made the same one myself."

'Perhaps, she doesn't understand where I'm coming from,' Tony thought to himself, confused by his boss' reply. "But I'm passing on the promotion, Jen."

"I know," she stated knowledgably.

"Well, how can you know?" Tony questioned, jerking his head in the direction of the door, "I... I just made up my mind behind the door."

"To get here," Jenny began, "In this office, especially as a woman, my career has been on the fast track my entire life. And between you and me, sometimes I wish that I had taken it a little slower."

"So, you're not disappointed?"

"No," Jenny answered with a wide smile, "Actually I'm a bit proud at the moment. I expected you to take this promotion. I thought you would until I saw you enter my office. You had the perfect opportunity to run from this, Tony, but you're staying. I'm proud of you."

"I'm not staying because of Ziva," Tony stated, through gritted teeth.

"The baby, perhaps?" Jenny asked, staring at Tony as though she were hoping he would give his thoughts away. When Tony didn't answer, she came to her own realisations. "Perhaps I will find someone else to become involved in the Grenouille operation. You can't handle this right now."

"No, Jenny," Tony said placing his palms on her desk angrily, staring her straight in the face, "Which agent are you going to bring into this? McGeek? I'm committed to this."

"It's strange, Tony, that you can use the 'C' word when it comes to this mission, but not in the same sentence as Ziva or her pregnancy, hmmm?"

"Is there anything else, Director?" Tony demanded angrily.

Jenny was about to open her mouth to say something, but decided against it. Instead, she chose to let him go. "Go home and get some sleep."

Tony smiled and walked towards the door, opening it. He decided to make light of the situation and spoke his mind. "Listen, this wouldn't the right time to bring up the possibility of a performance award or-."

"Good night, Tony," Jenny said, cutting him off.

"Night, Jenny," Tony replied, walking out the door.

Tony closed the door behind him and leaned back on it.

'You can't run from this, DiNozzo,' he could imagine Gibbs' voice yelling at him.

'You are not ready for this and I do not wish to burden you with it.' Ziva's voice haunted him.

He drew in a deep breath and gathered himself, walking back down the stairs to the bullpen with his head held high.

A/N: And so the Tiva angsty-ness begins. And will continue... Drop me a line if you're reading this, even if you haven't signed up (I'm fine with anon. reviews). Tell me what you wanna read, even if it's just in a few lines.