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A/N: JK, my computer's not broken anymore. Sorry this took so long, but I have a huge project due in two days and I have been working working on that everyday since we got back to school two weeks ago. Writing for fun has fallen to the back burner for now, curse of junior year.

He truly was scared of Gibbs.

Emphasis on the word was.

"What do you mean, I'm going to be a grandfather?" I watched Tony out of the corner of my eye as his expression changed over a mater of seconds under our boss's intent stare. 'The Gibbs look' as Tony liked to call it.

At first he looked like a little boy who had been caught with his foot in the candy jar, no wait, oh I don't care.

Then he had the same expression as a teenager who had just crashed his father's car.

But less then a second later something must of snapped into place within that crazy head of his because he looked like he did in interrogation, all confident and scary and hot and I did not just say that.

"You know what, Gibbs," Tony's oddly assertive voice cut through the silence as he stepped towards us. "I love Ziva, and I might not of been completely on purpose, but we are starting a family. And your blessing would be nice, but we are going forward with this whether you like it or not, mostly because she's already pregnant. I love her, and frankly this is one the of the three things that I've been thinking about for years now and it's finally happening, and there is no way you are ruining it." He paused, breathing slightly heavy, his gaze never leaving Gibbs.

"You done?" Not quite sure why I thought we would get more out of him.

"No, one more thing," he paused and turned to me. "Ziva David," he got down on one knee in front of me as his hand disappeared into his pocket and I completely forgot that we were at a crime scene right now and people were probably taking pictures of us right now, and I am shamed to say that I reacted in the way that you would expect every girl too, with a small squeak as my hands flew to cover my mouth, "will you do me the pleasure of becoming my wife?" All I could do was stare at the shiny ring he held in front of me. My gaze flicked to our boss briefly, catching the fleeting grin that graced his face for a brief second before his expression went back to it's usual scowl-like-ness. I took that as his approval.

"Yes, of course," I choked out through my tears of joy. His smile was bright enough to light up Gibbs' basement.

"I love you so much, Ziva," he had tears streaming down his face too as he slipped the ring onto my finger before pulling me in to a sweet, loving kiss. We probably would have never stopped, except Gibbs was suddenly overcome with a coughing fit and I could hear some of the plastic neckers beginning to tiger call at us. Wait, that doesn't sound right at all. Whatever, I was way to happy to care.

"If you two don't mind, I'd like to get back to work," Gibbs was doing a horrible job of hiding his smile, and McGee was not even trying.

"Of course, Boss," we both said at the same time, glancing at each other one last time before he let my hand slip from his so we could gather our things up and return to our work.

The morning went by normally, with a few extra stolen glances, and I was thankful that we were inside away from gawking eyes because we did take a little break at one point. I swear it was just a few kisses, nothing more. I may have amounted to more but we jumped apart suddenly when a pair of all to familiar footsteps came clomping down the hallway.

"Hi Gibbs," Tony said nonchalantly, pretending that he was getting in position to take some pictures of the victims nightstand.

"Ziver," he jerked his head towards the door as signal for me to leave, not acknowledging Tony's greeting. I gave him a small good luck smile before joining McGee in the main hall.

"Hey," he said, giving me a slight nod before going back to photographing the body. I opened my mouth to say something when Ducky and Palmer suddenly came bustling inside carrying a gurney and their other weird ME stuff.

"...And, as I predicted," Ducky continued his story, Palmer listening intently as they maneuvered the gurney next to the body, "he lost everything."

"That's horrible, Doctor. What did he do then?" Palmer seemed genuinely concerned for this man from his mentor's past, but he still was not getting my child, we would figure this out.

"Well, he did what any man would do, he got drunk and then got the hell out of there. My, my," the doctor quickly shifted his attention from his story to the bloody body. "What have you done to deserve this?"

"Slept with someone else's wife," McGee answered simply.

"Oh, and where is she?"

"Over here," I nodded my head towards the kitchen. "Looks like she was going for a weapon when he came up behind her. GSW to the back."

"Well it seems as if I am not even needed," Ducky chuckled, heading into the kitchen to take a look while McGee and Palmer loaded the half naked man onto the gurney. "How do you know they were having an affair," he called back out to us. I came to lean against the door frame as he began gently prodding the young woman's wound.

"Her husband is the one who called it in. I have the feeling he is going to be pleading insanity. Claims he does not remember anything."

"Don't they all. Where is Gibbs?"

"In the bedroom with Tony." I realized how weird that sounded as soon as it left my mouth, and obviously Ducky did too because he raised his eyebrows at me.

"And what do they happen to be doing in there?"

"Being lectured for getting his partner pregnant." It took him a second before a wide smile spread across his face.

"Congratulations my dear, I give you a hug but," he waved his blood spotted gloves. "How far along are you?"

"I think about three weeks, we only found out this morning. I was planning on making an appointment later this afternoon."

"Well, good for you, give Tony my best."

"Give it to him yourself, Duc, what do we got," Gibbs muttered walking up behind us, closely followed by Tony.

"Hi," I muttered, reaching out and gently my fiancé's hand.

"Is that a ring I spy, too," Ducky's voice made us both jump.

"Yeah," Tony mumbled, not looking away from me. And the smiles were returning.