{ ELEVEN }
Ziva's eyes went wide in response to the first doppelganger's words, unable to help but to feel confused. To her knowledge, Klaus had said that Tatia Petrova was dead. More specifically, she had been sacrificed in order the make the Mikaelsons into what they were. Brows furrowed together.
"I… I… I was told that you were dead… that you died a long, long time ago." Ziva remarked, her dismay notable within her voice.
"So everyone has thought, including the Originals." Tatia responded. "I do not wish to trouble you, but may I please come in?"
"I honestly do not know if I should let you in, Tatia. I mean, you seem as if you would not do anyone harm, but I cannot risk it." The Israeli said; her accent thickened as she did so.
"Please, miss. I mean no one any harm. I just wish to see them." The progeny of Amara explained.
"Oh, okay. You may come in." With those words, she stepped back from the door, gesturing inward. "They are not here right now, but you can stay until they return."
Tatia walked in, all the while taking a closer look at the woman who invited her in. Upon closer inspection, she made two educated guesses about her. One: she was one of Klaus' hybrids she had heard about. Two: She was with child. She was not certain about either thing, but she had been a midwife for centuries after her resurrection. Given that, the second she was a bit surer of than the first.
"And who might you be?" Tatia questioned her.
"Ziva David. It is nice to meet you, Tatia." She introduced, shutting the compound door.
"The pleasure is my own, dear. You have quite the unusual name. You are not American, are you?"
"By birth, no; by servitude, yes, I am." She explained, leading the way to the kitchen. "Would you like something to eat or drink?"
"Just some water, please."
"Alright, one glass of water coming up!" She responded, getting her the water before getting herself a couple blood bags. "I really hope you do not mind. I just woke up about twenty minutes ago. I am famished."
"It is not a problem. I am used to it, honestly." Tatia nodded in assurance, sipping her water slowly. "Ziva, forgive me for being so… forthright, but I have to ask. Are you Niklaus' hybrid?"
Turning to the other brunette, she shook her head in affirmation.
"Yes, I am." She stated simply, sitting down across the island from her. "I have been for almost eighteen months."
"Wow. You are still relatively new." She observed, electing a nod from the Israeli. "How are you coping?"
"Not easily, but believe it or not, I've been through much worse." Ziva confided in the first Petrova doppelganger, finding it strangely easy to talk to her. "So, how exactly are you still alive?"
"I was resurrected."
"Oh, somewhat like Davina?" She questioned, figuring shortly thereafter that Tatia would not know the teenage witch.
"I have heard about that young girl before! What they were doing was absolutely horrible. I am glad she survived." Tatia smiled, watching the hybrid drink her glass of blood.
Her brows knitted together when she noticed the expression on Ziva's face. She looked as if she was going to be ill. Rushing over when the Israeli swayed a bit, she steadied her in her spot.
"Ziva, we need to get you seated, okay?" She murmured, leading her towards the parlor.
Getting her on the couch, she checked the hybrid's pulse, noting how much slower it was.
"Don't worry. This happens." The Jewess dismissed, shaking her head.
"I need you to be honest with me, Ziva. Are you pregnant?"
With that Ziva nodded, frowning to the resurrected midwife. After a moment, she dismissively pushed Tatia away, standing to her feet. She thought she was all right. However, this was not the case, for she almost instantly fell to the ground. This sent Tatia into overdrive. Fishing her cell phone from her pocket, she crouched down to the hybrid, placing a hand on her abdomen whilst her other hand dialed 9-1-1.
"Yes, I need an ambulance at the Mikaelson compound right away. My friend has collapsed."