A/N: OK, planned this out in my head during my humanities class while I was supposed to be writing an essay on Vikings. I got it done, though. :)

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Ziva immediately felt the emptiness when Tony's lips left her own. That feeling he had given her, she wanted so badly to feel it again.

Their foreheads rested against each other, and both had their eyes closed, afraid to face the other after doing something so impulsive.

Needing and wanting, she blindly felt for his lips, but he moved away, only holding her upper arms.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered.

"I don't care," she whispered back, reaching for him again, this time stopped by his fingers against her lips.

She slowly opened her eyes, stepping out of his reach, only now fully realising what she had just done.

"You kissed me," she stated needlessly, breathlessly.

"I know," he replied. "I'm s—"

"You kissed me," she repeated, louder. "And you said…" her face now wore an expression of worry and confusion. "You said…" Her breathing became heavier, chest rising and falling with every intake of air.

"Ziva—" He tried to say, only to be cut off again.

"Did you mean it? I need a straight answer, Tony, please, before I lose my mind. Did you mean it?"

He looked over his shoulder, and back to the waiting woman in front of him. Of course he had meant it. He just wasn't sure if he should say it. She didn't need any more stress in her life. But he knew he couldn't stop his feelings.

"Yes," he finally said.

"Say the words," she demanded.

"I'm falling for you, Ziva David," he responded, the truth sparkling in his beautiful eyes. "Fast."

She turned her back to him and rubbed her temples. What to say? What to do?

Tony knew he had made a mistake in telling her, and kissing her. But he didn't regret the kiss. It had been amazing, like fireworks.

He walked over to her, preparing to apologise. But as he parted his lips to speak, there was a blur and he could feel her lips again.

It was like magic.

"I'm falling too," she uttered so softly he almost didn't hear it, but he did, and kissed her more.

"This is a terrible idea," she said after a few minutes.

"Dreadful," he agreed, cupping her cheek with his hand.

But they didn't stop.

He went to kiss down her neck, but she grabbed his neck firmly. "Stop," she ordered. "We need to talk about this."

"I agree," he said with slight difficulty. "What exactly did you tell Gibbs?"

Earlier that evening, at the Gibbs home…

"Who's the father?"

After coming to terms with her pregnancy, she felt bringing Ray into this would ruin everything. She bit her lip, and he took that as an answer.

"If ya say DiNozzo I'll…" he said, knowing all too well she was too smart for that. Well, he believed it. Even Gibbs didn't know about Paris. It was her and Tony's secret, just like Ori.

Gibbs' calm expression morphed into one of unrecognisable, but undoubtedly powerful emotions.

"It's Tony's," she said, not being able to stop herself. "I…I have to go."

She raced up the stairs. She couldn't look at him. She didn't know if he believed her or not, but she certainly knew this one was going to come back to bite her.

…

"I never really got to tell him anything," she admitted.

"And what about us?" he asked. "What are we gonna do?"

"I do not know," she confessed.

"We could 'pull a Paris' and pretend this never happened if you want. It'd probably be easier, but I can't say it would be for me."

"Sometimes, what's easiest isn't always best," she said with a small smile.

"So we're really doing this?" he asked, his hopes skyrocketing.

She laughed apprehensively. "We're really doing this."

"Good," he said, pulling her into a gentle hug. "I love you too much to let you go without a fight."

For what seemed like years, they stayed like that, in the middle of his living room, until Ziva spoke.

"I love you, Tony."

He kissed her hair.

She didn't know why she hadn't ever seen it before. It had really been since they had been rescued. They shared so many secrets, but she knew she trusted him with every one of them. With all that was going on in her life, she just felt safe around him.

"What about the baby?" he asked carefully.

"Every child needs a father," she said. It was true. She had been afraid of letting him commit because if something went wrong everything would blow up in her face, but now, with him, it felt like nothing could go wrong.

…

They parted later that evening, slightly regretful but satisfied.

The truth was, neither had any idea what was going to happen in the future, if everything would work out or not. Both hoped, for the other's sake, that it would.

Things didn't really become difficult until, as Tony was arriving at work, Gibbs stepped into the elevator with him, flicking the emergency switch almost immediately. They had to know it was coming sooner or later.

"Talk to me," Gibbs ordered.

Tony played it cool, as per usual. "'Bout what, Boss? Weather, sports, TV, ah, movies?"

A prompt Gibbs-slap cleared that attitude right up.

"Ziva."

"What about Ziva?" he asked, his nervousness escalating quickly.

Gibbs slammed his fist against the elevator wall. "She's pregnant and she told me you're the father, that's what!"

"OK, OK, what do you wanna know?"

"Oh, I don't need to know anything," he said, a tone of evil to his voice. "I know it's not yours. Ziva's not that girl."

Anger swept through Tony's body. Gibbs always thought that Ziva was too good for him, but she loved him, she had said it herself.

"If it's not mine, then who else has she been sleeping with, Sherlock?" he snapped, not looking at his boss at all.

"I don't know, maybe you could tell me, DiNozzo. And while you're at it, you can tell me why she lied."

"Why are you so sure that it's not my kid, Gibbs?" Tony asked through gritted teeth.

"Ziva is too smart for that. You're not her type."

"OK, that's it! If she's too good for me, then why—" he cut himself off, shutting up before he blabbed something he wasn't supposed to.

Before Gibbs could respond, there was a loud clunk, and a squeak. Tony tried to get the elevator to work again, but the lights wouldn't turn on.

Tony was stuck in there, with Gibbs, the Master of getting information out of people.

Just what he needed.

A/N: So there you have it. To be honest, I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, but I'd love to hear what you think. Remember, 100 is our goal. :) Look forward to reading your responses!