"Tony, you must leave," Ziva David told her partner.

"How?" he argued with her.

Her anger flashed. "The same way I have managed. You lie."

Tony sighed and looked at the clock. "How soon?"

"Soon. He does not feel good."

"Can't it be you this time?" he asked.

"I have left early the last five times. It will look suspicious. And he is your son," she hissed.

"It's not that I don't want to do it, Ziva. It's just--"

"You are afraid to tell Gibbs."

The man had a knack of showing up at the most interesting times. "Tell Gibbs what, DiNozzo?"

Ziva's eyes gleamed. "Tony has a doctor's appointment I just reminded him of, Gibbs."

"Now?" their boss asked, looking at the clock as well.

"Yeah, Boss," Tony told him.

Gibbs sighed. "Leave. You're lucky we're slow."

"Yes, Boss."

After he left Gibbs looked to Ziva. "Everything ok with him, Ziver?"

"Regular pain in the ass, Gibbs," she answered.

The phone call she received two hours later was from Tony. "They want to put Ash in the hospital."

"What?" she asked, alarmed.

"His fever was nearing 105 when I got him here, Zee. They want to give him IV fluids to get his temp down." She could hear their three year old fussing in the background. "Daddy's here, buddy."

"I will be there soon. Tell me where."

He named the hospital.

"Do no panic. He will be fine."

"He's just a baby."

"Be calm." When she hung up she took a breath, glanced at the clock, them looked to Gibbs who was looking at her.

"Tony get some bad news?" he asked.

Ziva made herself shrug. "He is a man and overreacts."

"Is it your son?"

She froze. Then angered. "Jenny swore--"

"Jenny didn't say a word. I've been married, Ziva, and know the signs even though you hid it well."

"Tony is taking him to the hospital. He is sick."

"Let me drive you."

Ziva found Tony easily, hovering over Asher while the doctors examined him. She wrapped her arms around him and they shared a comforting kiss before looking at each other.

"How is he?" Gibbs said, causing Tony to freeze and look guiltily at his boss over his love's head.

"He's known," Ziva told him.

"I thought Jenny--"

"You did not pick any fights while I was pregnant and I let you be nice," she explained.

"I wanted to see how long one of you would take to come clean. Three years is a long time," Gibbs told them.

"We didn't want you mad and lecturing," Tony told him.

"Kind of pointless after the fact, wouldn't you say, DiNozzo. Besides, you two still work well together. Mostly." The doctors finished. "How is he?" Gibbs asked.

"You are?"

"The grandfather," Tony answered, earning a frown from Gibbs.

"He'll be fine. Just dehydrated. We're going to push some fluids to get the temp down and to get him better. He should be going home in about two days."

Gibbs looked at his team members. "Take them. But, DiNozzo, don't let this happen again."

Tony knew what he meant. "Trust me, Gibbs, one pregnant Mossad Officer is enough."

After he left Ziva looked at Tony. "Does he just realize you told him I was once again pregnant?"

"I sure as hell hope not."

Then they heard him. "DiNozzo!"