Bittersweet Talk

About five days after the incident, Gibbs calls Ziva.
When Gibbs spoke, he spoke calmly. "Ziver?"
"Do we have a Case Gibbs?"
"Yes, where the Hell is DiNozzo, is he dead?"
"He is not with me Gibbs, I do not know, maybe his house?"
"Called there, he hasn't been seen at work since three days ago."
"Maybe he is with his other family, call there."
"Other family?"
"Yep, you know what, he can tell you about it himself, right now I have to go fix up the nursery because I'm still on leave, sorry gibbs."
"And if he doesn't answer?"
"Honestly, I don't know, I really have to go Gibbs."
"Bye Ziver."
"Bye Gibbs." Ziva hung up, leaving to go shopping.

While Ziva was out, Tony called her.
"Hello?"
Tony's voice cracked as he spoke. "I'm sorry again, and I'm sorry for doing this to my family, but I can't be around, I am moving Zi."
Ziva in anger and disbelief spoke. "My name is Ziva." She hangs up and thinks to herself, "I was actually comming around to wanting to be with him again, and now he's abondaning us." She looks at her belly and sighs. "I'm sorry baby."

Tony stood from the hotel bed and started walking to Ziva's place. There, Ziva worked upset, but worked on the nursery. The time came, Tony approached the door and knocked.
Ziva answered the door. "You-" and slammed it immediatly seeing Tony. Tony did nothing, but bang his head onto the door.
"Hey,stop it!"
"I came to talk, but I'm an idiot, I'm nothing anymore."
"Talk about what? The fact that you're leaving? If youre going go! Waiting won't help anyone, just go!"
"The fact that I made up the pathetic excuse for sympathy."
"What?"
"I can't go Ziva, I'm already an idiot with nothing in my life."
Ziva sat on the other side of the door. "You have a kid."
"No, I have kids."
"I've been thinking, I don't think the baby is yours."
Tony nods. "I assume that adds to my heart break, I'll call monthly."
"No need to call if it's not your kid."
Tony nods once more. "Bye Ziva, I, I love you." Tony then walks away.
Ziva finished the nursery, despite the heartbreak she was feeling herself, while Tony never left, he sat curbside.
Once again, Ziva goes out to buy more things, and Tony watches as she left.
Hours later, Ziva returns, this time, with Michael. Tony stood from the curb, and walked up to them.
"You think you can mess with my family now, I'm out of the picture, and now you think she will fall on you?"
Ziva standing in bewteen the two men looked up at Tony. "Tony, what the Hell are you doing?"
"I'm not giving my family up."
"You left us."
"And that was the biggest mistake of my life, opting out the before hand mistake."
Michael spoke up. "Maybe I can help you carry the crib up later Zivi."He planted a kiss onto Ziva's cheek, and started to leave.
"Bye Michael."
Tony, hurt more than ever looked at Ziva pissed. "This is what I get, for trying, for being honest?"
"What are you talking about?"
"you tell me Ziva david, I'll mind as well put a damn bullet through my head now."
"Why are you getting so worked up about Michael wanting to help me put a crib in my child's room?"
"Because that's my job as the father. Because I love you, and don't want to hurt anymore."
Ziva stops Tony. "If you're leaving, I want you to stop right now and walk away."
"If I was leaving, it'd be to my grave."
Ziva started crying. "Tony, don't screw with me."
"I'm not Ziva."
Ziva looked down. "Do you still love her?"
"I love you first, and I'll never love her Ziva."
"What's your kid's name?"
"Your Godson's name is Biblical, his name is Adam James."
"Godson?"
Tony nods, and slowly inches into a hug with Ziva. "I never lost trust with you, and I knew the day he was born, he was going to need a mother immediately, I emailed you, but I assume you never got it."
"What's his favorite color?"
Tony sits onto the pavement and opens his arms up for Ziva.
"What is it?"
"Take a load off, then I'll let you hear about it but not from me." Tony then flashed a small smile.
Ziva looked confused. "Help me sit?"
Tony smiles taking her hand and slowly lowers her into his lap and wraps his hands around her stomach.
"So who do I hear this from?"
"Your do you prefer stepson, or godson?"
"What are you talking about?"

Out of nowhere, a small kid with olive toned skin pops his head out from behind the car rear and smiles. "Boo!"
Ziva smiled looking at the young kid. "Oh my goodness who is this?"
The young toddler spoke. "Tony."
Tony looks at his son. "I'm Tony, who are you?"
Ziva smiles.
"Adam." He sat, his pants falling a little, and his pull up in view.
Ziva smiled wider. "Hi sweetie I'm Ziva."
Adam laughed.
Tony shook his head chuckling,and looked at Ziva. "He is my job."
"He is gorgeous. Adam, would you like to come in?"
Adam gave a look of confussion. "Where to?"
Ziva points to the apartment complex. "My house."
Adam shook his head. "Outside."
Tony hands Adam his pacifier and smiles. "We can talk."
Adam, being the DiNozzo boy he is, nodded liking the idea.