"Fornell, my entire team was almost killed today by a shooter, you mind telling me what the hell is going on?!" Gibbs shouted, enraged at Fornell, who was standing in the middle of the bullpen.

"Look, Jethro, don't worry, it's all under control-"

"The hell it is! My team is at the hospital right now, my forensic scientist is having a mental breakdown, my junior field agent was shot, my senior field agent is going hysteric because my Mossad Liaison is carrying his child, who may have had a miscarriage because of the accident. Now do you mind telling me what's going on? I don't like being out of the loop, and you know that! Tell. NOW!"

"I don't know, Jethro, sounds more like a soap opera than a criminal investigation team."

"Damn it, Fornell, I don't care! They're still my people, and right now my people are being threatened. Tell me what's going on!"

"I have no idea, all right?" Fornell asked, giving up, "All I know is that all the evidence links back up to your Ziva David…or DiNozzo…or whatever. Point is, we don't have anything else. We know nothing of the shooter, so don't blame us."

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Tony DiNozzo scoffed. He hated hospitals. He hated them with a burning passion. Just the way they were staffed, the way that they were run, especially when his pregnant wife was in the room. Well, he took that back; he didn't know that she was pregnant. When she first said it, he was shocked, but then completely and utterly in happiness. He could see a little DiNozzo running around the house, asking for him…for Daddy. Tony put his head in his hands and rubbed his hair a little, thinking about what the hell had happened to him over the past couple of days. A lot. He had to admit that.

Still staring down at the ground, he brought his hands back down and noticed a red, sticky substance. Blood, "Aw, great." Tony complained, a little loudly, for the secretary at the desk looked up and freaked. That was the only way to describe it. Completely freaked out. She picked up the phone, after screaming a couple of times, and dialed a phone number, "Hey! Hey!" Tony said, "Cool it, just a little cut."

"It's…It's…" She stuttered and pointed a finger up and down her face before hyperventilating, "All…..over…."

Tony shook his head as a doctor came bursting into the waiting room from the ER.

"Oh my. We need to get that cleaned up." He said, stopping and turning to face the receptionist, "Rachel. Rachel. Calm down. Calm down. It's just a cut. Agent DiNozzo will be just fine." She nodded her head as he patted her shoulder, "Uh….Alice? Could you come and help Rachel?"

"Sure thing, Doctor Reed."

He shook his head as he watched Rachel go into Alice's arms before turning to Tony.

"Agent Anthony DiNozzo, right?"

"Tony, but yeah, that's me."

"Just about to call you in."

"Got an update on my agents?"

"Yeah. I do. Come on, let's get that cleaned up and then we'll talk."

"No, tell me now." He grabbed onto his arm, jerking him back, "McGee?"

"Yes, Agent Timothy McGee is completely fine. The surgery was a success. He's in ICU right now."

"Abby Scuito?"

"Abby's with McGee, and no, you can not see him. She's gotten out of her 'breakdown' phase and is now in a hysterical fit of happiness."

Tony smiled but then let it drop, "I've noticed you forgot one of my agents. Ziva DiNozzo. Where is she?"

The doctor almost gasped, "I should have said her first…she's your…wife, right?"

"Yeah…" Tony said in a tone that said that that was obviously a stupid question to ask him, "And she's also pregnant with my child. Do you mind telling me her status?"

"Let's get you cleaned up." The doctor said as he pulled him into a room and sat him down, pulling on gloves.

"The baby didn't survive, did it?" He didn't answer, "Did it?" Tony asked in a more forceful voice.

"I don't know, sir. They're running the ultrasound right now."

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Ziva DiNozzo couldn't help but keep the butterflies out of her stomach. It was flipping and flopping every which way, she could hardly stand the feeling. She wanted to know if her baby was all right. She knew she was pregnant, she knew that it was going to happen. It was inevitable. She and Tony had had sex for almost two weeks straight without any protection or any medication; it was bound to happen. She almost protectively placed her hand over her stomach, trying to listen for the sound of a little baby's heartbeat as she waited for the results of the ultrasound to come back. She had never known for it to take this long.

"Mrs. DiNozzo?" A nurse asked, and she turned her head to the door, "You have someone here to see you."

"Let them in," She said, praying it would be Tony. Thankfully, it was, and he came into the maternity ward in a hurry, a large bandage for the gash on his head. She quickly took his hands in hers, stroking them as she tentatively put a finger up to his white bandage, "What happened?"

"I don't know, but the receptionist freaked. It was rather funny actually. Kinda like in Scream when-"

"I don't want to hear it." Ziva smiled, chuckling a little bit. They were silent for a while.

"You okay?" Tony asked her, and she nodded.

"Feeling a little protective," She said, "But fine."

He placed a small kiss on the crown of her head, causing her to let out a happy murmur, "Aw, Zi, you know not to do that to me…"

She smiled, staring down at his crotch, "I know. But it is fun."

Tony shook his head as the nurse reappeared.

"Good news, Mrs. DiNozzo." She said, "I take it you're the husband?" she asked Tony.

"That'd be me."

"Well congratulations you two, you're pregnant!"

"So no miscarriage?" Tony asked, in disbelief.

"Nope. The baby is still alive and well. You're about a month and a half along. Come in in the next couple of weeks for a next check-up and by then we can tell the sex of your baby." The nurse smiled, bid them congratulations again, and then left the room.

Ziva turned and smiled up at Tony, flashing him the biggest smile he'd seen since their wedding day. She squeezed his hands tightly, "Congratulations, Mr. DiNozzo, you're going to be a father."

Tony squeezed back, "No, Mrs. DiNozzo. We're going to be parents."

"Oh how right you are," she said as she smiled against his lips as they crashed down against hers.

"I love you…" He murmured between kisses.

"I love you too." She murmured back, completely content with each other, in their own little world, unaware of the gathering in the doorway of nurses and their co-workers, all 'ooing' and 'awwing' at the sight of them. They broke apart and placed their foreheads against the others, a light shade of pink arising from each of their cheeks before smiling at each other. Tony dropped his head to her shoulder as she cradled him close.

"DiNozzo's." Gibbs voice suddenly rang out, bursting their moment into shreds, "You two all right?"

"Yeah, we're fine, boss." Tony said, unable to keep the annoyance out of his words.

"Good. Then you two can come with me back to my house."

"Why?"

"We're investigating the FBI. Come on, let's move. And don't question me again DiNozzo." He said as he left the room. Tony sighed and turned to Ziva.

"And you wondered why he got divorced three times?"