"Tony!"

Tony thought he heard Ziva calling him. He looked towards the door, then back at the TV to continue playing his online game. McGee watched as he shot another enemy in the forehead. He smiled as Tony landed another kill-shot.

"TONY!"

Tony dropped his controller and rushed upstairs. McGee picked up the controller and continued to play for Tony.

Tony quickly opened the door to his room and saw Ziva sitting up in bed, a frightened look on her face. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"My waters broke," Ziva managed to say. Tony stared at her in disbelief.

"Now?"

Ziva rolled her eyes at him. "Yes, now!"

Tony turned back to the stairs. "McGee!"

McGee appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "Yeah?"

Tony tossed him his car keys. "Prep the car and get the baby bag by the door – we're going to the hospital."

"What, now?" McGee stared at him in shock.

"Yes, now get moving!"

McGee scrambled to the door to get the baby bag as Tony headed back into the bedroom. He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed the hospital number. He looked over at Ziva. She was sitting up on the bed, and Tony noticed that she looked worried. He was about to ask about her when the phone was picked up.

"Hello… um, hi. I'm calling to talk to Mr Hudson… yes, my wife is… we're just calling to say that we're on our way… yeah, my wife's in labour… her waters broke about three minutes ago…" He grabbed some clothes out of Ziva's wardrobe and threw them at her. 'Put them on' he mouthed. She took the clothes and slipped them on quickly but gently.

"Ok… I'll bring her in… thanks." Tony ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket. He saw the worried look on her face again, and walked up to her. He cupped her face in his hands. "What's wrong, honey?"

"Tony, I'm scared," Ziva whispered.

Tony stroked her cheek. "My ninja, the ex-assassin, is scared?"

Ziva frowned at him. "Why, is there something wrong?"

"Ziva, there's nothing wrong with being scared, and there's nothing to be scared about, because I'll be with you the whole time."

Ziva smiled at him. "Thank you, Tony."

"That's what a partner's for." He helped her up and led her down the stairs, supporting her the whole way to the car. As they walked out of the front door, McGee held open the car door for them. As Ziva sat in the car, Tony felt Ziva suddenly squeeze his hand. He looked down at her as she sat in the car and noticed how her eyes were shut tightly and she had grabbed onto the nearest thing, which happened to be the passenger seat in front of her.

"Ziva?" he asked. He rubbed the back of her hand, trying to calm her down. A few seconds later, Ziva released her grip on Tony and the chair. She sat back in the chair, breathing deeply. Tony shut the car door and turned to McGee, who was standing behind him holding the keys out.

"You drive, Tim."

McGee frowned. "Why can't you drive?"

"Because my fiancée's in labour – why else McGee?" Tony walked round to the seat behind the driver's seat.

McGee shrugged. "Maybe because you're so nervous, you're shaking like a Chihuahua?"

Tony looked down and noticed how much his hand was shaking. "That may be another reason why you get on my nerves – your metaphors hurt people."

"Actually, that was a simile. A metaphor would be saying you are a Chihuahua." McGee sat in the driver's seat.

Tony sat in the car and shut his door. "Frankly, I don't give a damn, McSmarty-pants, I just want you to get us to the hospital!"

"Are you sure?" McGee teased as he ignited the car. "Because I could give you lessons…"

"Just put the damn car into drive and MOVE IT!"

McGee turned and looked at Tony.

"McGee," Ziva warned, "if I have to give birth in this car, you will be the one delivering my babies."

McGee gulped and immediately put the car into drive and put his foot down on the accelerate pedal.