Rifiuto: Non Miriena

"Anna Winters, twenty-six. First lieutentant, engaged to Captain Samuel Jackson. Two weeks along." Tim flipped his notepad closed and sighed. Ziva swallowed, laying a hand on her belly.

"Her pregnancy had just started." She whispered, as Tim laid a hand on her back. He pressed a kiss to her head, glancing around. They'd found another body, this time, left in the parking lot of a small hospital in Arlington. Bound, gagged and strangled like the others, bringing the death toll to thirteen. Ducky had thirteen bodies in autopsy, with no killer to show for it. And the team had since closed tighter ranks around Ziva, fearing she might be the next target. What they didn't know, was that the killer had already designated Ziva to be the next hit; the subsequent bodies were just left to show what the killer planned to do the pregnant NCIS agent. None of them knew that the person who'd done this was just waiting for the right time to strike.

"We'll catch this guy, Ziver. I promise." Tim whispered; Gibbs turned to him, surprise on his face. As far as he knew, he was the only one to call Ziva that nickname. But apparently, Tim had picked it up as well.

"Just as long as Bug is safe, that is all I care about." She whispered, caressing her belly. Tim nodded, moving around to take her face in his hands.

"Bug is just fine, Ziver. I promise." Ziva nodded, and then looked up.

"My doctor's appointment! Oh, Tim, I... I completely forgot... I scheduled it for oh-nine-hundred-" She quickly checked her watch, and mentally kicked herself. "And it is oh-ten-thirty. I missed my appointment-" But when she looked up, Tim was gone. "Tim!"

"Come on, Ziver, let's go." She jumped, turning to find him behind her.

"Go where?" Confusion lit her dark eyes. He shoved his notepad back into his backpack and took her hand.

"We are going to the doctor."

"But my appointment, and the crime scene-" She protested as he dragged her towards the car.

"We've already collected all the evidence, and I talked to Gibbs, and he said it was okay. Actually, his exact words were 'Need to keep those regular so the baby's healthy.' but even so. Point being, Gibbs said it was okay, and that we were to leave as soon as possible. That he and Tony can take care of the evidence."


"My name is Ziva David. I... I have an appointement with Eleanor Michaels." Ziva's fingers gripped the edge of the counter as she stared at the receptionist. "She is my OB and my midwife." The blonde sitting at the desk, glanced between Ziva and Tim, and nodded, quickly checking her appointment book.

"I'm sorry, but she's in with another-"

"No, you do not understand!" Ziva cried. "I had an appointment at oh-nine-hundred, and we were working a crime scene at that time, and I did not realize-" A door shut, and an older woman came out into the reception area of the birth center.

"Ziva?" The Israeli turned, instantly relaxing as she laid eyes on the older woman.

"I am sorry that we missed our appointment, Eleanor, but NCIS was working a crime scene and-" Eleanor held up a hand.

"It's quite all right, Ziva. I have some time, I can squeeze you in now." Ziva glanced back at Tim, taking his hand. "Come on." As Ziva started to go, the receptionist stopped Tim.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but only family-" Ziva turned back to the blonde.

"This is my partner, Timothy McGee. He is... the father of my baby." Ziva replied, laying a hand on her belly. The receptionist's eyes flicked to Ziva's stomach, and she licked her lips, thinking.

"All right." As the three headed towards an unused room, the receptionist quickly pulled up a web search, and typed in both Ziva and Tim's names.


"You'll have to excuse Daisy. She spends most of her time bouncing from birth center to hospital to free clinic, so she doesn't spend much time here." Eleanor said, shutting the door behind the couple. Ziva gave her a soft smile as she removed her jacket and folded it across a chair. "Now, how have you been, Ziva?" The Israeli glanced at Tim, before going to the table and taking a seat. She reached out a hand, and Tim came to her, kissing her head.

"Good. I am doing good." She quieted down as Eleanor quickly checked her heart and listened to her lungs, before having her lay down so she could check on the baby.

"And have you decided on the wedding date?" Ziva's brow furrowed.

"Wedding date?" She asked, glancing at Eleanor. The brunette nodded, as she measured Ziva's growing belly.

"Yes, you said that Tim was your partner-"

"Oh! Oh, yes, we're partners, but... but not like that." Tim said, realization dawning. "Well, yes, like that, but... we both work at NCIS, and we're partners at work. And yes, we're having a baby together, but ultimately, Ziva is going to be raising the baby. I'll be involved, but it's strictly a Friends-With-Benefits-"

"Baby Benefits-" Ziva cut in. Tim nodded.

"Right, type of arrangement. No marriage. There is no wedding in our future. Just a baby." Tim said, as Eleanor nodded.

"Perfectly understandable. You both want a family, yet you don't want the strings attached. I did that when I had my son. Of course, I ended up marrying my husband not long after." She chuckled.

"Well, no marriage. That's what we agreed to. No strings attached." Tim said, as Ziva nodded. Eleanor shook her head, chuckling.

"You would be amazed at how fast the strings attach themselves." She replied, as she pushed Ziva's shirt up and slipped the gel onto the younger woman's belly. "Are you ready to see your baby?" Both Tim and Ziva nodded, and the woman flipped the monitor on, before moving it gently around her belly. "Do you want to know the sex?" Ziva nodded, while Tim shook his head, and Eleanor chuckled.

"Please, Tim, I want to know if I am carrying a minature you." Ziva said, pouting softly. Tim rolled his eyes.

"Personally, I hope the baby looks like you, but I think we should wait-" Eleanor watched as the couple came to a standoff, before Ziva turned to her.

"What are we having?" She asked, as Tim squeezed her hand. Eleanor gave her a soft smile, before saying,

"Congratulations, you two. You're having a little girl."


Daisy looked up, to see Tim and Ziva leaving the clinic. Ziva held a photograph of the sonogram, tears in her eyes. She watched as the couple left, noticing the glances they shared, and her heart twinged.


Out in the parking lot, Tim glanced over at Ziva as he started the car. She hadn't said a word since leaving the clinic, instead, her gaze had been locked on the image of their baby. One hand moved to caress her belly and tears came to her eyes as she turned to him. "What?" He shook his head, silent, before leaning over and kissing her gently.

"We're having a baby girl." He whispered, kissing her again before pulling away from the curb and driving home- since Gibbs had called during the appointment and given them both the rest of the day off.