"Who were you on the phone to?" McGee asked as he photographically documented their crime scene. Tony didn't stop sketching but a fully fledged smile blossomed on his face.

"I think I should tell Zi first." McGee nodded as he took his last photo and started to bag and tag the evidence.

"Well, then it's got to be important. Did you get framed again?" McGee asked with a smile.

"No." Tony chuckled, putting his notepad back into his backpack and started to help his partner. "Can you keep it to yourself, McBlabbermouth?"

"I'm not gonna tell anyone before you tell Ziva, that wouldn't be fair." McGee reasoned and Tony looked at him with something akin to brotherly love.

"I've just brought us a house." Tony's smile grew and McGee matched it.

"That's amazing." Gibbs entered the room and regarded his man down team with a strange look.

"You're processing the scene of a pregnant woman beaten to death in her own home, while her daughters were upstairs and you're discussing something that's 'amazing'?" Both men looked suitably apologetic. "Are you finished gossiping?" They both nodded.

"Yes Gibbs." They chorused.

"Good. Tony go help Ducky get the gurney; Jimmy's taken Kayla to the doctors. McGee: finish processing, and then take the husband back. He's sat in the car." Gibbs left the room, sipping his coffee as he went. He couldn't let them become numb to their work, they had to care to do it right.

Once the evidence had been collected, and dropped off to Abby, Tony collected Ziva from the bullpen to take her down to Observation, filling her in on the case as he did.

"Ziver? Do you think you're up to interrogating him?" Gibbs asked as he entered the room.

"Sure, why me Gibbs?" He passed her the case file.

"Because I have a feeling he'll respond to you better than us." She nodded and, after Tony had opened both doors for her, she walked into the Interrogation Room, introduced herself, and leant against the mirror; her back still unable to take sitting down.

"How far along are you?" Their victim's husband, Harry, asked, smiling. Ziva looked down at her bump, still not used to people asking.

"Six and a half months." Harry smiled again.

"First?"

"Second." He was obviously waiting for her to continue. When she didn't he sat up slightly straighter.

"You married?" Ziva held up her left hand for him to see.

"Happily so." She smiled gently.

"This case must be pretty tough then huh?"

"How so?"

"Wife's murdered, just over the half way mark, daughters upstairs, husband is the prime suspect. Little close to home Agent David?" Ziva shook her head.

"You know, it is customary for me to ask the questions." He chuckled.

"Yeah, you're right. You wanna know if I killed Julia?"

"That would not be my first question, but yes, that is my ultimate aim."

"What would be your first question?" Ziva closed the gap slightly to lean her forearms on the chair in front of her.

"Where were you last night, between midnight and three the next morning?" She placed the folder she was holding down between them.

"That when she was…" He cleared his throat and broke eye contact. "When she died?"

"Our Medical Examiner has determined this to be our timeframe yes."

"Julia and I went to bed around ten, the girls were already asleep. She woke up around half eleven, craving ice apparently." He chuckled sadly. "We didn't have any, maybe if we had, she wouldn't have been…"

"Carry on." Ziva prompted gently.

"I drove around for at least two hours, looking for a store that was still open. I found ice and texted Jules to let her know I was on my way back. When I got there the door was open. I found my wife, covered in blood." Tears streamed down Harry's face. Ziva sat down for the first time in the interview and had a sudden urge to take his hand, she ignored it. "How old?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your eldest, how old?" Ziva was slightly taken aback but followed the inquiry.

"Three and a half." Harry smiled.

"Boy or girl?"

"Boy." He chuckled gently.

"This one was going to be a boy. We always wanted a boy." He sighed sadly. "I didn't kill my wife, Agent David. I…I couldn't."

"I believe him." Ziva stated, joining Gibbs in Observation.

"Yeah, me too." He sighed.

"What now then?" He looked at his watch before addressing her.

"What time do the kids need to be picked up?"

"Three, Jimmy is bringing them." He nodded just as Tony entered the room.

"Hey, I went to check our guy's story. Turns out he stopped to get gas on the way back, we caught him on tape, hundred miles away at zero one thirty boss."

"His story checks out then yes? He could not have done it?"

"Not unless he drives like you." Tony smiled. "How's your back?"

"Sore." Ziva replied, absentmindedly rubbing her lower back.

"Okay, DiNozzo check her phone records; see who she was in contact with the night she died. Get McGee to go help Abby, put a rush on that evidence. Ziver?"

"Yes Gibbs?"

"Go lie down in the break room." She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I am fine Gibbs, I would rather be working." He rubbed her arm gently.

"Okay, get in touch with the people she was close to on base, see if anyone can think of any reason as to why she was killed." Both agents left the room while Gibbs stared at the man sat across from him.

"Hey, found anyone of interest yet?" Tony asked, placing a smoothie on Ziva's desk before sitting at his own. Ziva sighed and rolled her neck.

"Not yet. I have lost count on how many phone calls I have made in the last hour and have found no one that has any idea why she was killed. You?" Tony shook his head.

"Turns out, apart from the text from her husband, which corresponds to when he said he text her, she wasn't in contact with anyone the night she died or for three weeks before it. Where are her kids?" Tony had only just realised that he hadn't seen them at all.

"They are with a maternal aunt apparently." Ziva replied, flicking through paperwork on her desk while sipping her drink. "They are only young. Allison is six and Samantha is, she is Oscar's age." Tony looked up as Ziva let out a defeated sigh.

"If this get's too close you have to let us know." He warned gently. She nodded. "Come on." He got up and grabbed his jacket and cell, before standing and helping her up.

"Where are we going?" She asked as he helped her slip on her jacket.

"We're going for a walk. You need a break." He quickly scribbled a note on Gibbs' jotter before taking his wife's hand.

"You know, I've been thinking." Tony started slowly. They'd been walking around the park for the last ten minutes in silence and he had finally conjured up the courage to broach the subject. She turned to him. "Where are we gonna put that baby?"

"Hmm, well I suppose she could stay in with us for a while. Then maybe share with Oscar?" Tony smiled at the use of 'she'. Ever since their picnic, Ziva was coming around to the idea that she ideally wanted a girl. They still hadn't found out the sex but were finding themselves more and more calling them 'she'.

"Hmm, yeah. But I think Oscar will have enough change to deal with, without having to share his room too." Ziva mulled this over.

"We could clear out the spare room?" Tony pretended to think about it.

"We'd have to get rid of the piano." Ziva sighed.

"Then I am out of ideas." Tony smiled.

"I'm not." She looked up at him sharply. "Come here." He sat them both on a nearby bench and looked her in the eye, taking both of her hands in his. "I have a surprise, but you have to promise not to get mad that I didn't discuss it with you first." Her eyes narrowed at him.

"Okay?" He took a deep breath.

"I've been thinking about this for a while. So I tapped into the Paddington fortune, just a little." She was still looking at him funny. He laughed nervously. "I brought us a house, Zi." Her jaw hit the floor. "It was a very reasonable deal. It's this gorgeous little place, not far from anyone at all. Twenty minute drive one way to Abby and McGee, the other to Jimmy and Breena, half an hour to Gibbs and fifteen minutes from the Navy Yard. And that's my driving not yours. So if you drive it'll be even quicker. It's got three bedrooms and a study that's big enough for the piano and all our other crap. The kitchen is brand new and top of the line, you'll love it. It's got a cute little back yard…" Ziva held up her hand to stop his babbling.

"You…brought us a house?" She asked slowly, and Tony suddenly got very nervous.

"Yeah." He started to nervously play with his wedding band, a trait he'd picked up from her. She sat back fully and laced her hands around her bump. "Zi…say something."

"You…brought us a house?" Tony sighed and laughed apprehensively.

"Say something else." A small smile blossomed on her face, quickly growing into a full blown grin.

"You did that for me?" She turned to face him with watery eyes. "For us?" He leant in and captured her lips gently.

"Uh huh." He murmured against her.

"Have I told you today that I love you?" She laughed.

"Nuh huh." She kissed him.

"I love you." She smiled.

"I love you too." He laughed as he pulled back. "Come on." He kissed the tip of her nose. "Gibbs'll wonder where we've gotten to."