Also, a few of you pointed out about Gibbs being mean to Tony, etc., it will be resolved in this chapter.

Thanks again!

PS sorry it took me a little longer to update, I had SO much homework. Although, I am only in Year 8, I have no idea how I will juggle fanfiction and homework and work and other stuff when I'm older :S

"Crap," both men said immediately. Gibbs pressed the emergency button frantically, smacking the wall hard when nothing happened.

"Looks like we're not getting to work any time soon," he said, sipping his coffee. Tony groaned and leaned against the wall, sliding down until he was on the elevator floor.

Gibbs sighed. "Talk to me," he said, joining him.

Tony hesitated. He knew this secret meant a lot to Ziva, too much for him to spill everything now. Then again, this was Gibbs. He meant so much to both of them. Did he really deserve to be lied to like this? Even after what he had said, which very much hurt Tony, that didn't erase the fact that he had been like a father and a role model to the entire team, if a little late in life.

"The kid's not mine," he finally admitted, staring at the opposite wall. "Happy?"

"Not quite," the ex-Marine replied. "Gotta break one of my own rules here. I'm sorry."

"Gee, whatever for?" Tony said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"For saying that Ziva was too good for you."

Tony said nothing.

"You're a great agent, Tony," he said, relating by using his first name. "You're strong. You don't have a lot of weak spots. Unfortunately for you, Ziva's one of 'em. The only way to get to you is to hit one of those spots. I knew Ziva was lying to me about something, but I couldn't get it out of her. You were my only option."

"Great to see I was your last choice," he snapped.

"Look," Gibbs said, resting a knowing hand on the younger man's shoulder. "I know you hate me right now, but you need to tell me what's going on."

"I can't."

"You can, you just don't want to. When you care about someone, you're more prepared to hurt yourself than someone else."

The words hit Tony hard.

He swallowed. "How much do you know?" he whispered.

"I know that you really care about her, DiNozzo. I know that you were willing to give anything up for her and that baby. Despite what you've said all these years, you're not afraid of commitment, you're afraid of getting hurt."

It hurt, but both knew every word of it was true.

"Tony," Gibbs said quietly. "Did you kiss her?"

The Senior Field Agent was shocked yet again at just how knowing his fearless leader was. It only proved his theory that trying to hide something from Gibbs is like a five-year-old hiding in a game of hide-and-seek. You know what you're looking for is in the bushes right in front of you, you just have to move a few leaves.

"Yeah, I kissed her," he replied, knowing he would have to face this sooner or later. "Last night at my place."

"Anything else happen?"

"We didn't sleep together if that's what you mean."

"What was it like?" Gibbs asked.

"It was like…like for a second, everything was different. For a second, everything was alright, because we were together like that. No one's ever kissed me like she did, Boss. It was like magic."

"It's called love, Tony."

"Morning, McGee," Ziva called as she trudged up the last few stairs and set her things down on her desk.

He looked up from his paperwork and greeted her with a half-hearted smile.

Ziva, despite the events of the past few days, was quietly confident that today would bring truth and peace to her life. She knew Gibbs would have to know about Ray being the father, and she would have to tell McGee and Abby and her father. She hoped, when all that weight was off her shoulders, that she would feel better.

"It's almost 0800," she commented. "Where are Tony and Gibbs?"

McGee jutted a thumb toward the unmoving elevator doors and Ziva's jaw dropped.

"They're in there? Together?" she asked.

"Yeah, what's the big deal?"

"Nothing," she sighed, and strolled over to sit on Tim's desk. It was time to come clean, while no one was around.

"You're on my paperwork," he said, stating the obvious.

"Trust me, McGee; this will be worth missing a few minutes of paperwork."

As she opened her mouth to speak, she felt a vibration coming from her pocket: her cell phone. And Tony was calling.

"Hello, Tony," she answered. "I heard you and Gibbs were stuck in the elevator."

"Gibbs knows, Ziva," Tony replied immediately. "He understands why you did what you did, and he knows we'll take care of things together."

She sighed again, relieved. "Thank you."

"Tell him I called someone to fix the elevator," McGee said.

"McGee said to tell you—"

"I heard." He paused. "Have you told him yet?"

"I was just about to," she replied, smiling.

"Then what are you doing on the phone?"

She looked at the waiting McGee, and knew in her heart she had to tell him now. It had been almost three months since she had gotten pregnant, she even thought he might have figured it out himself by now.

"Tony?" she said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Ani ohevet otcha," she whispered hastily, and hung up the phone.

Tony snapped his phone shut too. "Ani ohevet otcha," he repeated. "What do you think that means?"

"It's Hebrew," he said wisely. "For 'I love you'."

"You were saying?" McGee asked, wondering what was so important.

"I was saying that…I am pregnant, Tim."

Tim's face morphed into his "three little pigs" expression. "Pregnant? Is it Miami Man's?"

"Yes," she confessed. "But I assure you he will be coming nowhere near my child. He is not the man I thought he was."

"So you're gonna do this all on your own?"

"Well…"

Before she could finish, both heard a promising 'ding' behind them and the two men walked out of the elevator.

"Gibbs," Ziva said, at the same time that McGee said, "Boss."

The Israeli looked up at the silver-haired man, and felt the lies and hatred leave her as he kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear.

"You are not alone, Ziva. You will never be alone."

She nodded, her eyes conveying every possible message of gratitude.

"Did you guys know?" McGee asked, extremely confused.

"Kinda," Tony said, a little guiltily, and in unison with Gibbs', "You bet."

"You know what we have to do now," McGee said, catching Tony's eye.

"We gotta tell Abby."

...

Abby flung her arms around Tony and Ziva's necks when she heard the news.

"This is unbelievable! Amazing! You're gonna have a little Ziva, Ziva!" she exclaimed.

"Abby, calm down—" Ziva tried to interject.

"But aren't you excited? This is incredible!"

"How many Caf-POWs have ya had today, Abs?" Tony asked.

"Just the usual," she shrugged. "OK, so who's the daddy?"

Abby snuck a glance at Tony.

"Don't look at me, I haven't been near that thing since Pa—"

He was cut off by Ziva elbowing him in the ribs, hard.

"Since we were undercover," he winced.

Abby furrowed her brows. "What's going on with you two?"

"What?" Tony said, still obviously in pain. "There's nothing going on."

"So it's not yours?" the Goth asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Biologically, no," Ziva said. "It's Ray's."

"The guy from Miami? When?"

"Almost three months ago."

"Ziva!" she yelled. "Three months? How could you not tell me this? You should have called me, the second you got out of that doctor's office, I thought I was your friend."

"Abby, please, don't be like this. I wanted to tell you, believe me, but I had barely come to terms with it myself, I wasn't mentally ready to tell everyone until I had accepted it."

"And Ray?" she questioned further.

"He's not going to be needed around here."

Interrupting her conversations for the second time that day, was her cell phone ringing. It was Gibbs this time.

"Yes, Gibbs?"

"You better get down here," was all he said.

"I'll be right down."

"Bring DiNozzo with you, he's gonna wanna see this."

At the sound of the dial tone, Ziva grabbed Tony's arm, mumbled an apology to Abby and hurried for the elevator.

And there in the bullpen, was McGee looking even more confused, Gibbs looking like, well, Gibbs, and a woman with brown hair, green eyes, olive skin and tears on her face.

"You have to help me," she pleaded to Ziva. "My husband's trying to kill me."

It was Jeanne.

A/N: Even I didn't see that one coming! I'll update when I can. Review? You guys seem to be good when I set goals. 120? :)

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-superashy8