Okay, so to make this A/N short, and I mean really short, I'll just be brief.

-We made it to two hundred! YAY!

-Um...Yeah. That's it.

Disclaimer still applies as I don't own anything, nor Gisele Bundchen. OOPS! That's next chapter.

Oh yeah! And this chapter would have been out yesterday (not that I'm giving excuses) but it would have been twice as long, and it didn't really flow that well.

I really do care!

The Heart Breaks For You

No.

'No, this could not happen again.' He thought as he sped through lanes on the highway. 'We've been through enough.'

Tears burned the rims of his eyes, as he drove.

They had already lost two, they couldn't lose her too.

They were so attached to her, he had a room all picked out, they…

He shook his head, and drove, he tried to think positive.

He wished he had asked Gibbs to drive so it would have ten minutes, instead of twenty-five.

But he reached her apartment, where Ray had told him to meet her, and braked quickly and jumped out of the car. He ran up the stairs and proceeded to bang on her door, loudly.

Ray appeared quickly and opened the door for him, "Tony, hey."

"Where is she?" Tony asked as he brushed past him, into the home.

"Uh, she's on the couch, resting." He said calmly.

Tony walked over to the foot of the couch; she was sleeping or appeared to be, peacefully.

He walked over and kneeled beside her, he shook her shoulder gently, "Ziva." He murmured. She didn't say anything, or move rather, "Ziva." He tried again.

She yawned before she began to stir and her eyes opened slowly.

"Hi." He whispered.

She blinked multiple times before replying, "Hi…What are you doing here?"

"I gotta call from Ray. What's going on? What's wrong with the baby?"

Ziva licked her lips and her hand immediately went to her stomach, "The baby is fine." She sighed.

"So, then what's going on?"

"The past couple of weeks, she has been acting weird. Then yesterday, I slept fine."

"What? What's wrong with that?" Tony asked as he glanced at Ray who was on the phone, quietly, pacing near the door.

"I slept fine." She stressed. "Perfectly. Even."

"What…I don-Oh. Oh. So she wasn't kicking?"

Ziva shook her head, "She hasn't been kicking for the last couple of days, and I got worried. Ray took me to the hospital-"

"Wait, Ray took you to the hospital?"

"Yes."

"Last night?"

"Yes."

"And I'm just now finding this out?"

Her eyes darkened, her tone went low, "I called you four times. I was more concerned for my daughter, than you."

"Whoa. Whoa, when did you call me?" Tony asked.

"We left at seven. I called at eight, then at eight-thirty, once at ten, one at eleven-thirty, and then I gave up."

"Why didn't you call me first?" Tony said quietly. "Why him?"

"I just called the first name I thought of…"

"And he is?"

"I haven't seen you in weeks-OW."

"What? What's wrong?" Both men asked alarmed.

Ziva sat up gingerly, with help from Tony, "She is making up lost time."

"Can I get you anything?"

Ziva eyed him before shaking her head, "No. Thank You."

"You look really pale; here let me get you some water." Tony said as he stood.

"No, Tony, I'm fine really. Just go back to work." Ziva said as Tony reached into a cabinet and pulled down a glass, he filled it with water before walking back over and handing it to her.

"Thanks." She said as she took it cautiously.

She took a sip before setting it down on the table, "But really, you should go back to work, Gibbs will be upset."

"The only thing he's upset with is that you're not there," he placed a hand on her stomach, "She's my daughter too. I'm her father."

"No. No. I'll stay." Ray said as he came to stand next to the couch.

Tony glared at him, "I'm her father. I'll stay, because last time I checked, that baby had my chromosomes."

Ray gave a quick chuckle before leaning down and pressing his lips to Ziva's, for a long period time, just for Tony's envy.

He murmured something against her lips and she smiled, before laughing. He glanced at Tony before grabbing his jacket and leaving the apartment.

Tony watched as her eyes followed him.

He sighed, "So, what can I do?"

"Zi. What do you want on your half of the pizza? I'm sure you don't want extra cheese on yours." Tony shouted as his hand covered the receiver that connected him to Antonio's Pizzeria.

"Zi!" he shouted again.

"You can stop shouting." Ziva sighed as she appeared in her living room doorway. "And the pizza will have to wait."

He took notice of her attire, a dark blue hoodie with black yoga pants and gym shoes with a bag thrown over her shoulder, "Where do you think you're going?"

"To swim."

"And where might that be?"

Ziva looked at him curiously, "In the pool, downstairs."

"Oh." Tony said. "Well I'm going with you."

"Why?"

"Because…What if something happens?"

"I'll call you." She said as she held up her cellphone.

"No, I'm still going." Tony said as he grabbed his jacket from off the counter.

Ziva sighed, "Fine."

…

"And you do this, everyday?" Tony asked as he watched her glide past him in the water. Her backstroke was smooth, but her butterfly flawless.

She stopped and swam over to the nearest wall of the pool, "Yes." She stated. "It is a nice way to exercise."

"But it's twenty-degrees outside."

Ziva nodded, "But it's indoors." Ziva said as she waved a hand around the indoor pool arena.

"Well, yeah, I guess."

"Can I finish now? I have five more laps."

"Five? You've done like a hundred." Tony said.

"Twenty-five." Ziva smirked before diving back under and started working on her breaststroke.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be resting or something."

Ziva glared at him, "I know. I am fine. She is kicking right now, even. I promise after this I will rest, just hush, before I go insane from restricted movement."

Tony watched her arms move from the water to air before coming back down again, just as his phone began to vibrate in his pocket.

It was EJ.

No doubt about it. She had called at least fifteen times in the last hour. If he didn't answer it know she'd probably hunt him down and kill him herself.

"Ziva."

Her head appeared above the water, "What?" she said in an aggravated tone.

"I'll be right back." He said as he held up his phone.

She nodded before disappearing back under; he quickly opened the doors leading to the pool and stepped into the hallway.

"Hello Special Agent Di-"

He didn't even get to finish she began shouting into the phone, "YOU'RE THE FATHER OF ZIVA'S BABY?"

He froze, "What?"

"You're such a…Ugh. When were you planning on telling me?" she asked.

"Soon, I swear."

"Why didn't you just tell me right then and there?"

"Would you have understood?" Tony asked.

"What?" she asked.

"If I had told you, how would you have reacted?"

"I would have been…"

"Exactly. I would have never gotten to know anything about you."

"That's not true." She said rudely.

"Yes it is, and you know it."

"I shouldn't have to find out details from RAY of all people."

"Ray? As in Ray Cruz?"

"Yeah. He stopped by to give Gibbs something and that's when he told me."

"That bastard." Tony grumbled.

"You suck." EJ said.

"EJ, can we at least talk about this."

"What's there to talk about? You're having a baby with you co-worker! And didn't tell your GIRLFRIEND about it!"

Tony scratched the back of his neck, talk about déjà vu, "EJ. Just listen I swear I-"

"…"

He snapped his phone shut, damn dial tone; he had heard it too many times in his life.

He angrily sighed before opening the door, and walking back in. He walked over to the edge of the pool and waved his hands.

He spoke when she came up, "Hey! What's your boyfriend doing messing with my girlfriend?"

Ziva cocked her head as she removed her goggles, "What?" she asked.

"Ray just told EJ about it."

"What is it?" Ziva asked as she swam over to the stairs and climbed out.

"Everything. You, the baby, everything."

"So?" Ziva asked as she ringed out her hair. "That's what you were supposed to do, earlier."

"I…well…He had no right to do that!"

Ziva nodded, "That is true. I shall talk to him. But first I have to change."

"Whoa. Now's not the time to change, I've a woman who wants to kill me!"

Ziva smirked, "Make that three."

"Hey! Stay on your side."

Ziva rolled her eyes as they both sat her counter, eating the pizza Tony had ordered once they arrived back home, "Your side has all the sausage on it."

"I asked if you wanted sausage earlier."

"It nauseated me earlier, now I am fine."

Tony gave her a look before picking off a few pieces from his extra-extra sausage/extra-extra pepperoni side of pizza and set them on her side of pepperoni, "How's the baby?"

"She has the hiccups."

Tony knitted his eyebrows together as he chewed, "She has those, a lot."

"I would rather have them a lot, then not at all." Ziva stated as she looked up from her plate. "I am glad she is alright."

Tony nodded, "Me too….Hey, when did you say she started acting weird?"

"Um…A few weeks ago, right after we…"

"You don't think she's playing tricks on us?" Tony asked.

Ziva smiled, "She's already got us wrapped around her little finger."

"Her finger is like four centimeters." Tony joked; Ziva rolled her eyes, "Still." He said.

There was a knock at the door; Ziva looked at it before standing and walking over. She opened it slowly and stepped aside allowing Ray to enter, "Hi." She said.

"You called?" he asked. He stopped short when he saw Tony in the kitchen, "What's he still doing here?"

Ziva glanced at Tony, "What do you mean?"

"He's still here." Ray said lowly.

Ziva crossed her arms across her chest, "I know. He can stay. It's not a law that only you can."

"I'm not saying that." Ray said. "It's just…" He looked at Tony who was watching the conversation, interestedly, "Come on, let's talk in the bedroom." He said as he grabbed her hand and tried to lead her to the bedroom.

She resented and said, "I can walk myself, thank you very much." And with that they both walked into her bedroom and shut the door behind them.

"You cheating on me?" he asked.

Her mouth fell slightly, "What are you talking about?"

"He's still here. He was supposed to come, say he's sorry, stay for a few minutes and leave. Not stay the whole time."

"He is the father of my child. He has rights. Rights that I cannot take away."

"He hasn't been her father for weeks." Ray growled. "I was there last night. Not him. I wiped your tears, and smiled when the doctor said everything was okay. Not him."

"You don't think I know that? He made mistakes, but so have I. I am not perfect; you are not perfect. Yes, you were there, I am glad you were, but this," she gestured to his body, "What is up with you? I've never seen you like this. So…Jealous. And Eerie."

"I just don't like it." Ray whispered as he ran a hand over her cheek. "I don't like it. I don't like him. I don't want him to hurt you again. I love you. I wanna have a life with you, and her. I can be the perfect father. I-"

She, instead of leaning in, pulled away, "That still give you no right to go and tell his girlfriend his business."

Ray sighed aggravated, "Are you seriously defending him? He's just an empty dream."

"NO, BUT, you had no right to do that. Do you want me to call your X-girlfriends and tell them how you have trouble-"

"Hey! You said you weren't gonna bring that back up ever again."

Ziva rolled her eyes, "You see where I am coming from, though. You have mysteries about your own self that you would like to keep hidden until you are ready, right?"

Ray grew quiet before nodding, "Yeah. I do…You wanna be just like your mother. Going back to the man who makes life hell." He said in an evil and sinister tone. His eyes darkened as he looked at her angrily.

Her jaw officially fell, before she slapped him, hard, "Get out."

Ray smiled, "Happy too." Ray said as he proceeded to open the door.

"We're through." Ziva spat.

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing." Ray sneered.

"Just leave." Ziva said. She waited until she heard the front door open and close before gingerly flopping down on the bed.

"Damn." She cursed. "Just damn."

"Maybe relationships just aren't our forte." Tony said as he leaned against the doorframe.

Ziva sighed, "Maybe."

She spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in her room, until she got a call from Eden, who had flown home from England after hearing about everything that happened.

From the fight.

From Tony and EJ, to her and Ray.

All the way to the false alarm with the baby.

"You're coming over." Eden stated clearly.

"I am perfectly fine over here." Ziva glanced towards her doorway. "Tony is doing…something in the living room, I am not completely sure."

"Zi, come on. Jake hasn't seen you in like weeks. Come on." Eden said.

"No. I am tired. Perhaps tomorrow."

"Ziva. No-" Ziva hung up before her sister could finish. She sighed, "Not today Eden. Not today."

Suddenly, Tony burst into the room, grinning from ear to ear, "What?" she asked cautiously.

"I did it."

"Did what?"

He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed, "Come and see for yourself."

He lead her into the living room, where in the center, was a crib.

It was a pretty off-white with curvy headboards and smooth railings.

Ray had been promising to put it together for her, for some time, after she had bought it, but never got to it.

"I….You do realize that you will have to take it down, soon, no?" she asked.

Tony shrugged, "Well, ye-…Wait, what do you mean?"

"It will not stay in my living room all the time; I would have put it in her bedroom, no?"

"About the house…"

Ziva turned and looked at him, "What? What happened?"

Tony grinned, "It's done."

"What do you mean?"

"It's done. It's finished. All that's left is the furniture and painting. It's perfect, you have to see it."

Ziva opened and closed her mouth, "Mm…"

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

Tony licked his lips, "It's something."

"I…I was talking about the bedroom, here."

"Oh." Tony said quietly. "Why?"

"I'm just not sure I want to…We haven't spoken in weeks and now both of our friends are no longer with us, I just do not want to rush into something with no legs to stand on."

"Why? Why can't you just go with the flow?"

"Because sometimes the flow leads you into an ocean with high tide." Ziva snapped. "You are being nice to me, just because. Why?"

"I'm being nice because I want to."

Ziva shook her head, "This is déjà vu. Like what happened with Jeanne, you only care when you believe something horrible has happened."

"NO." Tony stated. "I realized what a crappy jerk I've been. Rubbing the whole EJ thing in your face, but it's not like you were a daisy in the meadow." Tony shouted back.

"You blew it out of proportion. Not me I-OW!" she cried. "OW. OW. Okay, OW."

"What? Did she just kick?"

Ziva shook her head, and her breathing became labored, "No…That-That didn't feel like a kick."

"Then what did it feel like?" Tony asked.

"I don't know…Really uncomfortable. I guess."

"You don't think it was a contraction, do you?"

Ziva looked skeptical, "I don't know. I've never had a real contraction befo-OW."

"Okay, um, well they might be Braxton's."

Ziva shook her head, "I don't think so." She slid down against the wall and sighed. "I think this is it."

"No." Tony said. "No. It can't be. No, you're only like…you're not even thirty weeks."

"And that makes me feel so much better!" Ziva growled.

"Well…I…What do you? Where's your bag?"

"I don't have a bag! It's too early!"

"Aw, damn." Tony sighed as he began to pace in front of her. "Damn, Damn. Okay, um, um. Alright, so we need clothes, and um…" He ran into her bedroom and ransacked the drawers throwing whatever his hands touched into a bag. He ran into the nursery and grabbed some clothes along with a blanket before he spun in circles trying to find the main important thing needed.

"Okay. Ziva. Where the hell is the car seat? I'm freaking out. Ziva!"

"Tony." Ziva called. "Come here."

He ran into the living room.

"What?" He breathed.

"It's okay. Now. Stop. And Breathe. Please." She said.

"Okay."

She raised her eyebrows, "Breathe."

He let out a breathe, "Good." She said. "Now. We're not sure what this is, now just be calm, calm down. Let's just wai-okay, OW."

"Yeah no. That's more than three OW's in less than three minutes. We're going to the hospital."

"Tony, that's not necessary. They're probably just like BH's, really bad ones or something like that."

"You know what?" Tony said as he hoisted the bag onto his shoulder. "I don't care. I don't care if it's gas, we're going." He sighed. "We don't need the car seat until later, I'll send Gibbs to pick it up if necessary."

"This could be a false alarm." Ziva stated.

"Okay, got you some clothes and the baby some clothes. Oh who cares! I'm gonna be father!" he shouted.

Ziva sighed and was about to declare something when another pain hit her, "OW!"

"Okay. To the hospital!" Tony declared and ran out the door.

Ziva hissed and shook her head, "Five, four, three, two-"

Tony walked back in, "I forgot something."

Ziva nodded, "I would think so."

He grabbed his phone from the counter, "Phone, just in case." He said before running back out.

Ziva let her head fall back against the wall, "Okay, maybe this is a good thing. Now I get to see what he'll be like during delivery."

Tony burst back in, "Forgot something else." He said quickly as he ran into her kitchen and grabbed something off her windowsill, "Insurance card, duh!"

She hissed as another pain racked her body just as he left out again. She heard the car start and squeal against the road.

She rolled her eyes, "Nobody is really that stupid."

After five minutes she came to a conclusion, "No. He really is that stupid."

She attempted to stand but found that gravity was no longer on her side; she sighed and got down on all fours, before going back against the wall.

"Okay, I can't do this." She murmured just as she heard a car door slam and footsteps. "You are really not making this easy, teteleh."

Tony came rushed in breathless, "I forgot-"

"Anthony DiNozzo. I swear if you come back in here one more time and say you forgot something and leave without me I will castrate you and feed it to you in the form of a hot cat."

Tony gave a lopsided grin, "It's hot dog, sweet cheeks. And I don't think it would be that tasty."

Okay, my mind has changed. It will be two (maybe three) chapters after this one. The next chapter is 3/4th of the way done, and then I'll post soon.

Hope you guys liked the whole EJ thing (not that she's completely done with nearly killing him) and the Ray thing (not that that's the last time you'll see him either)

So a double cliffhanger; it's the beginning of the middle (No the story's not even half over yet!)

Will Tony live for the next chapter? (Obvious answer just read the previous note)

Will the baby be born ten weeks early? (No hint for that one)

Will Tony and Ziva ever get the together ( *GRIN* Only I know the true answer to that one)

Will I stop writing like this (Probably not)

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Oh yeah! P.S. We got to two hundred! 210 actually but I'm so happy that means quickie update! It'll be even quicker if we can get to 220! Or 230! You guys rock but I can't update if I know you guys didn't like what happened in this chapter, so leave a review or a comment and I'll read and comprehend.

And then post a sweet chapter.

And then another, that's like a ferris wheel.

And then a third one that's like the Dragster at Cedar Point!

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