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38 WEEKS PREGNANT.

Ziva and Tony were laying side by side in their large bed. Ziva's hair was flown over Tony's face as he rested his head in her bouncy curls, Ziva's back was against his chest and he had a protective hand gently, but firmly on her stomach. Ziva had a huge pillow tucked in between her legs, as they were giving her grief. She was clutching on to the last few minutes of sleep she had, only been given 2 and a half hours sleep last night, and 3 hours last night, because of their little nudger in her stomach. In other words, Ziva was exhausted.

Tony's eyes groggily opened to be tickled by his wife's hair. Brushing them away with his hand, he slowly moved on the bed to see if she was still sleeping, apparently so. So Tony gently placed a kiss to her forehead, gave a smile to the huge bump and quietly went into the bathroom, to ring Gibbs.

On the second ring he answered, much like Gibbs would.

"DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked questionably.

"Hey boss, yeah I need some advice. I don't know whether to bring Ziva in today, but I don't want to leave her, Ziva being 36 weeks and everything. Anything could happen!".

"Where's Ziva now?" Gibbs asked, his voice a gruff as usual, but that hint of worry could be detected by the people who knew him most, one being Tony.

"Still sleeping" Tony sighed "She only had around 2 hours last night, and 3 the night before. She'll probably be knackered, but being Ziva she'll try to hide it!".

Gibbs chuckled "Yeah DiNozzo, I've known Ziva just as long as you have. I know how stubborn she can be, bring her in, just in case, she can stay with Abby all day. Abbs wanted to take Ziva shopping, she said you still need some stuff, she can go if she feels up to it".

"What stuff?" Tony stuttered, "how can we possibly need more stuff! Boss you've seen the mountain load we've got here, does a tiny baby really need anymore!".

"You'll be surprised how much they do need. Be here by 0830" Gibbs instructed.

"On it boss, and well, thanks allot" Tony said almost sheepishly, desperately trying to pull on his trousers while balancing the phone on his shoulder.

"Always here, for both of you. Now I'm hanging up before you do hurt yourself by prancing around attempting to put your trousers on" Gibbs chuckled, and then Tony here the dial tone.

"But I...was...and he...was...phone"? Tony muttered, trying to make sense of it, but then putting it down to Gibbs, being Gibbs.


After Tony had almost dragged Ziva to Labby, he arrived back to the bull-pen sighing, with his head in his hands.

"Whats up now, DiNozzo" Mcgee asked, rolling his eyes typing furiously at his desk.

"She's not sleeping, hardly even 3 hours each night. And I have to bring her to work to prevent her from pegging clothes out in freezing cold weather"!

"Tony, imagine how hard it is for Ziva. Carrying around what seems to be a baby which at least 6 pounds, she's not going to get any sleep. And we all know that Ziva does not like not doing nothing. Whether its working, or house hold chores, or working out, Ziva has to be doing something" Mcgee answered, wisely, ending up by Tony's desk.

"I know that Mcgoo, I married her didn't I. Anyways" he sighed, "how's you and our favourite Goth doing?"

"Great, Abby doesn't like to, err, sleep much" Tim answered, some what nervously.

Tony flew from his chair in laughter "AH-HA! Our little p-probie boy, f-finally growing up".

"Shut it DiNozzo" Mcgee murmered, leaving him to his own little laughter world.


"Abby, how much more can we possibly need! Have you seen what we have at home? The wardrobes and dressers are bulging, we can not fit anymore in there" Ziva sighed, her small feet protesting.

"Trust me Mom" Abby answered sarcasticly, "you'll thank me. Once you see how much the baby will need to be changed, you'll be glad I've brought you out! - Oh! Look, Pink!".

Abby quickly darted towards the rows of baby girls clothes, squealing in happiness. Ziva sighed again, but smiled softly as she waddled towards the bumbling Abby.

"Oh, Ziva looka this one! And this one! And this one!" Abby cheered, holding up four cute little baby-grows.

"Their very...cute, Abby" Ziva said in awe, un-able to take her eyes off the little grows Abby was holding.

"I knew you'd like them! We'll get these, know come on, I saw some cute slippers the other day, when I made Mcgee come shopping with me to get my little niece an arrival present" she rambled, heading towards the baby shoe section.

"Abby, you do not need to be buying anything. You have done more than enough to help throughout my pregnancy, everyone has. I do not want any gifts" Ziva answered, knowing that Abby had helped her tremendously through her pregnancy.

"But I want to-Now look, aren't they adorable" Abby grinned, holding up tiny, pink baby slippers, made with softest material known to man.

Ziva was speechless, one by the shock of realising her little baby would actually fit into these tiny slippers and two, because of the cuteness of them.

"I take it as if you like them then" Abby smirked, knowing she was victorious once again.

"Yes" Ziva managed to breath out, shaking her head slightly as she followed Abby towards the counter.

After they paid, the pair began heading towards Abby's car, arguing over who was carrying the bags.

"Ziva David-DiNozzo, for the last time I am carrying the bags! What sort of Auntie would I be if I made my pregnant best friend carry ten bags, huh?" Abby sighed, surprised that Ziva still had it in her to argue.

"Abby, carrying a few bags will not be a problem. I can't see why you should have to carry all ten!" Ziva argued back, one hand over her stomach as she waddled towards Abby's red car.

"I'm not doubting the strength of my favourite ninja, but putting you under any stress means putting my little niece under stress, and we don't want that do we?"

Knowing she had lost the argument, Ziva grumbled something Abby didn't quite catch as she shuffled into the passenger seat. Abby smiled with triumph, before placing the bags into the boot of the car, bouncing into the drivers seat and driving back to NCIS.


Abby and Ziva walked through the NCIS entrance doors, before being security checked more thoroughly than they would normally be. Exchanging confused glances, Abby shrugged and pressed the elevator to the fourth floor. After only waiting a minute, the elevator doors smoothly opened with the regular ding. The two walked into the bull-pen and over to their desks, to find neither Gibbs, Tony or Mcgee there. They exchanged confused glances again, as Tim had promised if they had a case they would be called immediately. Suddenly, the message voice came loudly from the speakers dotted around the NCIS bull-pen.

"We are going into Lockdown. I repeat we are going into Lockdown. All guards please report to the front office. I repeat all guards report to the front office".

"You can not be kidding me" Abby grumbled, plopping down into Tim's desk chair.

"Do you think its serious" Ziva asked questionably, eyes flickering around the large room searching for her husband.

"I doubt it, but we can't be sure until someone comes back" Abby sighed, craving a Caf-Pow.

Ziva felt the strong flutters in her stomach, and the press of small feet against her skin. "I know little one, not long now" Ziva whispered, smiling as she placed her hand over the kicked skin.

"Only two weeks Ziva. And we'll have our own little NCIS baby!" Abby squealed, suddenly extremly happy, bouncing over to Ziva's desk.

"Two weeks feels like forever" Ziva grumbled, patting her large stomach.

"It won't be, I mean-" Abby started, before she looked out of the window and squealed like a child on Christmas morning.

"Abby" Ziva asked strangely, her eye brows burrowing together.

"Look! Look! Look! It's snowing!"

Ziva turned her head to look out of the large glass windows, and sure enough it was snowing heavily. Then Tony, Tim and Gibbs came rushing from MTAC, and into the bull-pen.

"Hey sweet-cheeks" Tony smiled, kissing her lips tenderly.

"Did ya' see its snowing".

"Yes, I did Tony" Ziva replied in a 'duh' voice, rolling her eyes.

"Why are we under Lockdown? Someone hasn't been killed have they? Or its a mole, again! Or, or-" Abby started rambling, bouncing around. Tim quickly cut off her rambling by a kiss on the lips, and surely it shut her up.

"They think someone is trying to access top secret files, from inside the building. But they can't be sure for another few hours" Tim answered glumly, after removing his lips from Abby's.

"Hours! But, I want to go out in the snow!" Abby whined, pouting.

"Abbs, you'll have plenty of time for the snow later now-" Gibbs started before being interrupted by a shriek from Ziva.

"ZIVA! Baby, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Tony hurried worriedly, cradling his wife's face with his large hands.

"I think the baby's coming" Ziva said quietly, running her hand over her bump.

Everyone in the room stared at Ziva, all thinking the same thing, oh crap.


HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER ! HOW SNEAKY AM I LEAVING YOU ON A CLIFFHANGER ;) HOPE I CAN GET THE NEXT CHAPTER UP SOON, PLEASE REVIEW! ANY IDEAS WELOME :)