It was about four-thirty when Ziva pulled up in the NCIS parking lot and sat back in the driver seat. Tony took a deep breath and also sat back in the passenger seat. He raised his eyebrows at Ziva.

"I still can't believe you drove my car AGAIN!"

Ziva smiled at him and placed her hand on her belly. "I wanted to include that in your surprise."

"That would give me a heart attack, not a happy surprise Ziva."

Ziva chuckled and looked towards the office. She looked back at Tony. "Are you ready to go in?" she asked.

Tony took a deep breath. "I guess so."

Ziva slowly got out of the car and went round the car to open Tony's door. He smiled as Ziva helped him out of the car.

"Whenever I pictured this happening, I always imagined it the other way around."

Ziva chuckled. "So did I, Tony."

Tony put his arm around her waist to support her. Even though she was meant to be helping him, she still happened to be the weaker one. He kissed her lightly before kicking the door shut and leading her into the building. Ziva roped her arm around his waist and smiled as Tony lead her to the building.

Eli watched from his car as Ziva and Tony walked towards the building, arms wrapped around each other. He snarled silently to himself and opened his car door slowly. That young man was going to pay.

He jumped out of his car and strolled straight into the NCIS lobby. He saw Tony and Ziva at the main desk, arms linked, talking to the receptionist. He quickly checked to make sure he had his gun and knife on him before grabbing Tony's shirt and pinning him the wall. Tony screamed in pain as he collided with the wall. Ziva jumped in horror.

"Father!"

Eli held his gun up to Tony's forehead. "Who is this guy, Ziva?" he demanded.

"Father! Let go of him!" Ziva could see Tony trembling at the fact that he could be dying right there, in the lobby.

"Answer me now, Ziva!"

Ziva decided to speak. "He's my boyfriend."

"And how would your husband feel about that?"

"Husband?" Ziva was momentarily confused. "I have no husband!"

Eli froze as soon as Ziva said that. He dropped the gun and turned to her. She could see the anger in his eyes.

"Come with me," Eli snarled as he grabbed Ziva's arm. Ziva only just managed to see Tony recover from the shock by hugging his side before her father dragged her outside and out of the views of people in the building. He stopped her in front of a wall and shook her.

"What is wrong with you?" he growled. Ziva freed herself from his grasp.

"I am absolutely fine, father," she replied.

"Then why did you lie to me?"

"Because it seemed better for us."

"You? You? You filthy girl!" Eli slapped Ziva's face – hard. "How dare you lie to me!" He prodded her belly. "Who is the father?"

Ziva didn't answer and looked down to the ground to avoid his piercing gaze.

"Who is the father?" Eli demanded again.

Ziva suddenly became interested in her feet. "Tony is," she murmured.

Eli slapped her again. "What is wrong with?" he growled. "Am I not your father? Don't I mean anything to you?"

Ziva was angered by this remark. "You mean NOTHING to me," she growled, and with that she stormed inside before she finally broke down. Tony saw her sobbing and shaking as she entered the lobby. He immediately ran over to her. He held her head in his hands.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I don't know…" she sobbed in reply. Tony took her in his arm and hugged her tightly, ignoring the fact that the pain in his right side was killing him.

"It's ok, honey," he whispered reassuringly. "You'll be ok."

McGee got off the phone with the office. His sullen face attracted Abby's attention.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Apparently there was a fight in the lobby. Tony and Ziva were involved."

"Oh my gosh! Is Tony alright?"

McGee shrugged. "The receptionist said Tony was in a bit of pain, but she seemed more concerned about Ziva."

"Why?"

"She said that one of her cheeks was bright red, and she was crying her eyes out. I don't think even Tony could make her better."

Just then, Tony came out of the elevator and into the bull-pen cuddling a violently sobbing Ziva. Abby stared in shock as he sat her at her desk and tried to comfort her. Abby ran over to them and put an arm around Ziva's shoulder. She started rubbing her shoulder and tried to help Tony calm her down. Ziva continued to sob.

"What's going on?" Gibbs asked as he came into the bull-pen. Everyone turned to face him, and he managed to spot Ziva's red face and blotchy eyes. Abby realized he had seen Ziva's face, and answered his unasked question.

"Eli."

Gibbs turned to the upper landing, where Vance stood with his toothpick. As soon as he caught Gibbs' eye, he strode straight into his office and shut the door behind him.

"Oh no you don't," Gibbs said to himself as he ran up the stairs and barged into the Director's office. He walked straight through to the main office, where Vance was sitting in his at his desk, chewing on his toothpick. Gibbs kicked the door shut.

"Agent Gibbs…" Vance started, but he was cut off.

"Leon, didn't I tell you there would be trouble?"

Leon leaned on his desk. "Gibbs, our troubles don't matter when there is a director we must watch out for."

"My deadliest agent is downstairs crying her eyes out because of her father and you're going on about a bloody mission?" Gibbs yelled.

"Relax Gibbs."

"How can I relax when one of my agents was shot at? Tell me Vance, how?"

"Agent Gibbs." Vance could see the anger in Gibbs' eyes and knew he would regret what he was going to say next. "It doesn't matter."

Gibbs stood in shock at what he had just said. "Vance," he snarled. "Someday I hope you choke on your toothpick, then you'll be sorry." He stormed out of the room and back to his agents.

Director Vance sighed. Sometimes Agent Gibbs could be such a pain.