*Fixed some rather bad typos...there will be more to come, I'm sure.

Gibbs stepped out of the far elevator and made his way over to his desk.

"Morning, Boss." McGee called out, receiving a nod in return as Gibbs took a drink of his coffee.

Gibbs moved behind his desk and saw Ziva sitting at her desk, but Tony wasn't at his, "Ziver." He quickly called out, taking another drink of coffee.

Ziva twirled in her chair towards Gibbs, "Yes, Gibbs?"

"Where's DiNozzo?"

"He sustained a concussion last night." Ziva replied.

"What?" Gibbs squinted hard at Ziva, "How?"

"He told me he loved me..."

Gibbs laughed, "Only DiNozzo..."

Ziva laughed, "No, no...I headbutted him in the bathtub."

McGee stood up from his chair and walked towards Ziva's desk, "You headbutted him in the bathtub?"

"Stop." Gibbs grinned, "I doubt this story could get any better."

Ziva pulled up on her necklace, revealing her Star of David penant. Hanging next to it was her engagement ring.

"And I was wrong." Gibbs happily admitted with a smile.

"Tony proposed?" McGee's eyes lit up, seeing the ring, "You accepted, right?"

"Yes." Ziva said with a smile.

"And you still hit him?" McGee couldn't help but laugh.

"I did not hit him, Tim. It was accident. I was spinning around to get into a better position..."

"You can stop now." Gibbs groaned, "TMZ."

"I think you mean, TMI, Boss." McGee stated, "TMZ is about celebrity gossip."

"Maybe he meant, too much Ziva, Tim." Abby grinned, "And I knew setting up an open mic in the bullpen would come in handy one day," McGee spun around just as she rushed past him, spinning Tim like a top as she moved behind Ziva's desk, "Oh my God!"

"What?" Ziva looked up at Abby.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" Abby squealed with delight, flopping down on Ziva's lap, giving her a huge hug.

"Abby." Ziva strained to get out.

"What?" Abby asked, looking Ziva up and down, then realized she was crushing her, "Oh, sorry." She laughed, "I guess I got a little excited." She smiled down at Ziva, with tears of happiness in her eyes, "Stand up."

"Why?" Ziva asked.

"Just do it!" Abby snorted out a laugh. Ziva stood up from her chair and Abby immediately wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly, "See, not too bad, right?"

"No, I guess not." Ziva smiled, but after a few seconds, realized Abby wasn't letting go, "Uhh, Abby, you can let go now."

"I can't." Abby let it known.

"And why not?"

"Because I have to do this." Abby started hopping up and down, "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" She joyfully exclaimed, taking Ziva along for the ride.

Tony was laying in bed, watching TV.

"Really?" Ziva said, standing in the doorway to their bedroom, "You are still not out of bed?"

Tony grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV, swinging his head towards her, "I've been laying in bed all day thinking about you and..."

Ziva moved over to the side of the bed, sitting down on the edge, "And playing with yourself, yes?" She grinned.

"Nawwww." Tony smiled, "I wouldn't want you to become jealous of my hands."

Ziva chuckled, "Good...besides, I want to watch you do that."

Tony looked at her oddly, "Really?"

"Yes. I find it very sexy." She smiled.

"Really?"

"Yes. Very."

"Really?"

Ziva laughed, "Stop."

"Heh."

Ziva pressed the back of her fingers to his temple, "How is your head?"

"I'm good." He smiled, "I could've worked today."

Ziva kicked off her boots and crawled under the covers with him, giving him a kiss on the lips before laying her head on his chest.

Tony slowly began to slide his fingers through her hair, "What did you do today?"

"I missed you."

"You know, talk like that will get you laid."

Ziva laughed, "Can we eat first?"

"How's Chinese sound?"

"Delicious."

"Good." Tony threw back the covers and started to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?"

A completely naked Tony walked around the bed and headed for the door, "To get you dinner, of course."

"Like that?"

Tony looked down at himself, "What? Do you think I'm over dressed?"

Ziva laughed at his silliness.

Tony awoke in a near pitch-dark bedroom. He pulled away from Ziva's grasp and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing at his eyes. He pushed himself up and zombie walked towards the bathroom, using his hands to locate the door. He stepped through the doorway, closing it behind him. He reached for the light switch and turned it on, but kicked something while doing so. He looked down, seeing the waste basket on it's side. He reached for it, picking up the waste basket and setting it back up, but there was a small box on the bathroom tiles. He squinted, trying to see through the sleep in his eyes, but couldn't quite make it out, so he picked it up. He raised it up to eye level and read it, "First Re..." He stopped and quickly picked up the waste basket again and searched through it, finding the home pregnancy test, there was one line showing. He looked around, "What the hell does that mean? Where's the box?" He spun around, looking for it. He picked it back up and saw that the results were on the tester itself, under where his thumb was, "Idiot." He groaned. He took a deep breath and slipped his thumb away and let out a deep sigh, "Not pregnant."

Tony dumped everything back into the waste basket and ran his hands under the faucet before heading back to bed. He slipped under the covers and cuddled up next to Ziva, slowly rubbing up and down her back with his hand as the other caressed her belly.

Ziva slight turned her head, "You okay?"

"I'm sorry."

"For?"

"I found the test."

"Oh...I should have told you."

"Hey, don't worry about it and you know what they say."

"Say about what?"

"That the best part about having kids is making them."

Ziva turned over and smiled at him, "Practice makes perfect, huh?"

"Yeah...but hold that thought." Tony said, sliding back out of bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I uhhh...forgot to pee."

Ziva shook her head and lowered her face into a pillow, trying to muffle her laughs, but quickly jumped out of the bed and hurried into the bathroom.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He asked.

Ziva giggled, "Someone has to shake it."

Several weeks later...

Ziva was sitting on an examination table in a clean, white room.

The door opened and a younger woman in a doctor's coat walked in, "Miss David?"

"Yes."

The doctor was looking at Ziva's chart as she sat down on a stool next to the examination table, "How long has it been since your last period?"

"Not since my surgery, so nearly three months."

The doctor flipped through the chart, "Hmmm, okay...and the test results show you're not pregnant, so..."

"Yeah, so..." Ziva lowered her head.

"Because of the type of surgery you had, I'd like to do a ultrasound." The doctor said.

"Why exactly?"

"It will allow me to look at your uterus, but especially the lining of the uterus for abdormalities."

Ziva sighed.

The doctor placed her hand on Ziva's, "It's nothing, you're going to be fine."

Ziva let out a strained laugh, "I am just starting to hate that word."

"What word?"

"The U word."

The doctor smiled, "Okay, good to know."

Ziva slowly moved through her front door, quietly closing it behind her.

"Hey." Tony called out, sitting at the dining room table, "I got us pizza for dinner."

Ziva just stood there, her head down, pointing towards the floor.

"Ziva?" Tony called out, seeing that there was something wrong. He got up from his chair, "What is it?"

Ziva's body gently began to shake.

Tony moved over her, lifting her chin with his hand, looking into her tear filled eyes. He cupped her cheeks, "What's wrong, baby?"

"I'm broken." She cried out and fell forward, sobbing into Tony's chest.

AN - My wife said that to me, "I'm broken," after she had her third miscarriage before our first son. It hurt like hell to me, I can't even imagine how it felt to her.

AN2 - Moral of the story is...never give up. Never give up.

AN3 - Now she puts picante sauce on everything. Peanut butter and jelly...and picante sauce? On a sandwich? Yup. And that's her current pregnancy fave and my penis did that!

AN4 - Should I be proud of that? Well, I AM!

AN5 - Speaking of TMI...sorry. :(