Sorry for the long wait, but schoolwork's really getting in the way of my writing now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Ziva's POV

I lounged about on the sofa in the living room, bored and hungry.

I was officially halfway through my pregnancy, well, definitely halfway through the second trimester. I was not allowed to do much, apart from stay at home, sleep, eat, read and do everyone's paperwork whilst they were all running about on a case. I was occasionally allowed to watch an interrogation, but only if Gibbs felt he was in a good enough mood. That meant 'no' half the time.

I sighed as I stared up at the ceiling. "I am bored."

"And?" Tony asked from behind the paper he was reading.

"I want to do something."

Tony looked over the top of the paper at me and raised his eyebrow. I frowned.

"Not that something."

"Well, what are you allowed to do?"

I picked up the pregnancy book. "I am allowed to do yoga and go swimming."

Tony put down the newspaper and walked up to me, kneeling down so that his head was right by my stomach. "Do you want us to go swimming, baby?"

"The baby cannot reply to the question with kicks yet, Tony," I pointed out. "But I think swimming is a great idea!" I sat up. "And we could invite everyone else along as well!"

"And by everyone else you mean…"

"You frat brothers, their wives, Abby and McGee!" I pointed out as if it was obvious.

"What, no Gibbs?" he teased. I glared at him.

"Do not be so ridiculous. Since when would Gibbs swim with us?"

Tony's POV

I stared at what was in the pool. "No."

"Come on, Tony!" Abby yelled. "It's not that bad!"

"Not that bad? You're swimming with floaties!" Yes, the women had decided to raid the swimming closet right near the pool and bring out as many floaties as possible. I couldn't believe it.

"But it's fun!" Andy, David's wife, exclaimed. "Come on!"

"I'll see you outside the changing rooms," I said as I turned back.

"What, are you gonna leave your wife alone in the pool?" I heard Katie called out.

"Or are you chicken?" Rebecca added. I froze. Chicken? Me?

"I'm not a chicken," I growled as I turned back to the pool.

"Prove it, then," Mukta teased. I smirked.

"Fine then." I ran up to the pool's edge and jumped in with a cannonball. "Bombs away!" As I resurfaced, I realized the girls were glaring at me, soaked to the bone.

"You will pay," Ziva deadpanned. I shrunk back and laughed nervously.

"He-he, oops."

Ziva's POV

Not long after we'd had our little splash fight, we decided to have pool races. Well, the men decided to have the races. We, the women, just decided to play around with the floaties. And by play around, I mean have an all out floatie fight.

I laughed as I whacked – it is whacked, it is not? – Katie around the head with my floatie. "Take that!" I yelled.

"No fair! I can't hit you back because you're pregnant!" she exclaimed.

"I guess being pregnant does have its advantages then." I smirked. We all laughed. I looked over at the men, who seemed to be gathered facing the other end of the pool. Andy saw where I was looking and smirked.

"You really want to scare them, huh?" she asked.

"I cannot, but I wish I could," I admitted. She smiled.

"Come on, Katie." She dived under and swam over to where the men were, making sure she wasn't seen. Katie followed not long after. Abby, Mukta, Rebecca and I just stood back and watched. Rebecca smirked.

"3… 2… 1…" She laughed as all six men screamed when Andy and Katie jumped out of them. All six of us were in stitches, laughing our heads off.

"Your… your husband… screams like a girl!" Mukta gasped.

"So does yours!" Rebecca countered.

"Ladies, ladies, all our husbands scream like girls!" Abby pointed out.

"True dat, true dat," Andy agreed as she waded back over to us.

I smiled at Tony, who was glaring at us along with all the other men. His glare just made me chuckle.

Tony's POV

I glared at the women as we all climbed out of the pool. They had the nerve to frighten us like that? As I was walking past them to the men's changing rooms, I overheard some of their conversation. What they were saying made me mad.

"I do NOT scream like a girl!" I yelled. I heard them snigger behind their changing room doors.

"That is what you think!" Ziva called out. I narrowed my eyes.

Those women would pay. Big time.

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