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Ziva's POV

The next few of weeks after that were quite normal. We did paperwork, played around a little in Tony's case, and started to bond a little. My clothes got tighter, Abby took me shopping, and we ended up having fantastic lunches. If we had a case, Gibbs would never let me do any of the chasing, and if there was no risk of chemical poisoning I would go down to Abby's lab and get some work done down there. I was still allowed to interrogate sometimes, though, but Gibbs made sure I spent most of my time during the case at my desk or getting stuff from other labs and passing around information. It got quite dull after a while. I had my first appointment with the doctor as well, who was Doctor Michelle Hudson – Matt's twin sister. We had gatherings when we had the time with Tony's frat brothers and their partners, and most of the time we invited McGee and Abby along with us. All in all, it was a great couple of weeks.

It was when I had my second appointment that things started to get a little interesting.

Still Ziva's POV

I sat at my desk impatiently, spinning in my chair over and over again. I could feel McGee and Tony watching me in amusement as I attempted to entertain myself.

I was waiting for Gibbs to let us go for our arranged lunch break so that Tony and I could see my doctor. Today was the day that I'd be able to finally find out the gender of the baby, although we might want it to be a surprise.

As I span around my chair for what seemed to be the twentieth time, the chair suddenly stopped.

"Having fun, DiNozzo?"

I froze. Damn. "A little…"

"Well, quit it. You go on your lunch break."

I smiled and jumped off the chair, hugging Gibbs briefly before grabbing my bag and heading to the elevator. "Thanks Gibbs!" I called out behind me. Tony followed not long after, and we waited, impatiently in my case, for the elevator to reach the ground floor.

"You're really jumpy today," Tony commented.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "How so?"

"You just hugged Gibbs."

I froze for the second time that day. I hugged Gibbs? Something was really wrong with my hormonal mind.

Tony's POV

As soon as we reached the hospital, Ziva started getting a little jumpy again. I had to literally hold her down to stop her from jumping around, and eventually she calmed down.

"What's up with you, Ziva?" I asked her.

"I am excited. I mean, we could find out the gender of the baby today, or we could wait for it to be a surprise…" she rambled. She stopped to think about it. "We should decide now…"

"You're spending too much time with Abby, Ziva – it's all rubbing off on you. You need to calm down and relax." I glanced at my watch. "Our appointment isn't for about five to ten minutes anyway."

She nodded. "Alright." She picked up a magazine from the table and started reading it, although I could tell she wasn't actually reading it – she was just thinking. I played Tetris on my phone for a few minutes before Ziva spoke again.

"Has Abby seemed a little off recently to you?" she asked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked back. She didn't have time to answer before her name was called.

"Ziva DiNozzo?"

Ziva put her magazine down and I helped her up before we walked into the doctor's room, smiling at Michelle as she told us to take a seat.

Michelle had the same blue eyes as Matt, although her hair was a little bit darker than his. They seemed to share the same nose and mouth shape, and if you looked close enough you could see the small circular birthmark on her right cheek that Matt also had, although hers was more faded. She had a curvy figure – not that I'd notice, I'm a married man – and she seemed to be constantly cheerful.

"Hey Ziva, Tony, how are you?" she asked once we were a bit comfy – the chairs weren't made to be comfortable.

"We're good," Ziva answered.

"No problems at all?" she asked.

"Do mood swings count as a problem?" I asked. Ziva glared at me.

"No, why?" Michelle asked.

"No reason."

"Right… so if you could just get onto the table, Ziva." Michelle motioned at the examining table. Ziva got up and sat on the edge of the table. I sat on a chair next to the table and held her hand, rubbing my thumb against the back soothingly. Michelle brought over a blood pressure monitor and strapped Ziva onto it, measuring her blood pressure.

"Your blood pressure seems to be healthy, so we have no issues there." She took the monitor off Ziva. "Have you felt any swelling in your hands or feet recently at all?" Ziva shook her head. "Good. Could you lay back on the table please?"

Ziva lay back on the table obediently. She lifted her top and Michelle placed her hands on her lower abdomen, applying gentle pressure in certain places by the looks of it.

"Good size." She picked up a tube. "This is gonna be cold, ok?" Ziva nodded and only winced slightly when a gel was placed on her stomach. Michelle got the wand and placed it on Ziva's stomach, moving it around. Soon the room was filled with the heartbeats of the baby. I smiled and squeezed Ziva's hand lightly. She squeezed back.

Michelle smiled at us. "So, there's you baby." She pointed at the ultrasound screen. "There are the beginnings of hands and feet…"

I smiled at Ziva, and I could see the tears brimming in her eyes. We were happy.

Ziva's POV

I smiled as I sat in Abby's lab, listening to her work as I had already finished my share of the paperwork and Tony and McGee still had huge piles left. I was listening to her hum, reading my book, when suddenly the humming stopped. I frowned as I put my book down.

"Abby?" I called out. She didn't answer. I got up from her chair and moved to look into her office, when I heard some crying coming from behind her doors. I stood in front of the automatic doors, but they wouldn't open. "Abby! Abby! Open up!"

Abby looked up from her desk with red eyes, running over to unlock the door and pulling me into a bone-crushing hug when she could reach me. She sobbed into my shoulder and I rubbed her back awkwardly.

"Uh, Abby, are you alright?"

Abby shook her head before lifting it, sniffing constantly. "It's terrible, Ziva! It's so terrible! How's he gonna take it? Actually, screw him, how's Poppa gonna take it? Oh, he's screwed big time… he might even get fired… and it's all my fault…"

"Abby, you are rambling. What is the matter?"

Abby moved to sit at her desk and picked something up, handing it to me. I froze when I realized what it was. "Abby, you're not…"

"Yes, I am Ziva." She took a deep breath to stop herself from crying.

"I'm pregnant."

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