A/N For my Not Stalker, because she's my girl, and angel-death-dealer, because she makes me laugh. =)

Chapter 13: I Want You There

Two weeks later…

"I reorganized your CDs," Ziva said as Abby walked in the door.

"Again?"

"I alphabetized them backwards, then the right way, then by year of sale-"

"At least you've stopped baking," Abby said, thinking about the muffin-filled apartment she'd come home to a few days earlier. Ziva was getting extremely bored, that much was obvious.

Ziva watched Abby intently as she put her bag down and hung up her coat.

Abby noticed. "He's still the same."

Ziva sighed. "Okay."

"This has gone on long enough now, don't you think?" Abby said. "Me being the go-between, you being holed up here for days at a time-"

"I went out for a walk yesterday morning!"

"You get my point," Abby said.

Ziva sighed again. "Yes."

"So…"

"So what?"

"Alright, I'm taking control," Abby said, loosing all of her patience in a second. "Tomorrow, you will go to NCIS or Tony's place, depending if he goes in to work, seeing as it is a Saturday. You will talk to him. You will tell him how you feel. Deal?" she finished, holding out her hand.

Ziva shook it. "Deal."

"Good."

Ziva yawned.

"Bed. Now."

"You are suddenly a very forceful person," Ziva said.

Abby hugged her. "Gotta take care of the first NCIS baby and its mum," she said.

"Thank you," Ziva said. "For all of this."

"You're welcome."

That night, Ziva sat up in bed, reading her baby book. She put one of her hands down on her stomach, breathing slowly.

"How did things end up like this?" she said quietly, making sure Abby wouldn't be able to hear her from the other room. "It all stared off with things going well. I was so sure of everything. And now…now I have no idea. You have me," she assured her stomach. "You will always have me. I just thought it wouldn't be just me. I think…" She stopped, feeling tears welling up in her eyes.

And then the perfect words hit her.

Throwing off her blankets, she walked out as fast as she could, careful not to wake Abby as she closed the front door.

McGee blearily dragged himself out of bed to answer the phone. He was sure that there wouldn't be a lead on Massin this late, considering the lack of them for the last few weeks.

"Hello?"

"Timmy!"

"Abs?" He checked his watch. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Ziva's not here!"

McGee was instantly wide awake. "What do you mean, she's not here?"

"I just went to check on her, make sure she was sleeping. The bedroom door was open, and she's not anywhere in the apartment."

"Where would she have gone?" he asked, even though the answer was pretty obvious.

The answer dawned on Abby as well. "Oh. Oh my…yay!"

Tony groaned as he still didn't manage to break his Tetris record. He'd been trying for hours. Mostly because it was a great distraction from Ziva and from the pouring rain outside.

Tink.

Tony hit the 'Try Again' option and got ready for another round.

Tink tink.

"What the…" Tony muttered. The noise stood out from the rain. He went over to the window and peered outside.

She was standing out there, in the rain, throwing rocks up at his window.

He opened the window. "What the hell are you doing?" he yelled, completely disregarding his feelings of hurt and shame that he felt whenever she was around.

She yelled something back, but he couldn't hear her over the rain. "Come inside!" he bellowed as loud as he could.

Moments later she was standing in his kitchen, dripping water all over the floor. Not that he minded. It just wasn't a sight he was used to.

"Was there any reason for you to be standing out in the rain in the middle of the night?" he asked, passing her a towel.

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

"And…?"

Ziva took a moment to make sure her words would come out properly. "I was talking to the baby and was thinking about that fact that it won't have a father to grow up with unless things are different between you and me. And I realise that I said some things that I should not have-"

"You did say you were going to tell the truth."

"-and I am sorry for the way I said those things. And I'm sorry for not showing you how much I appreciate the help and support that you have been giving me throughout this entire thing."

Good one, she thought. You were a rambling mess. Great job with having the whole thing planned.

"What…" Tony began asking a question, but noticed what she was wearing. "Is that my shirt?"

Ziva blushed.

"You stole my shirt! The one that went missing!" he exclaimed. Then he remembered his original thought. "What exactly are you saying?"

"I am saying," she said slowly, "that I want you there. For the baby. For me. I cannot picture myself doing this alone. I need you there. I want you there. I want you to be this baby's father. I want you there."

"Ziva…" Tony replied, trying to think of something to say but not quite managing it. Ziva, noticing this, took a step forward, ignoring the coldness she was feeling. Maybe standing out in the rain really hadn't been such a good idea…

"Tony."

Tony looked her in the eyes for a fleeting moment before closing the gap between them, putting his lips on hers and putting his hands around her waist. She reached her hands around and clasped them behind his neck.

She pulled her face away from his after a minute, just to confirm. "Apology accepted?"

He smiled. "Apology accepted."

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