Ziva stood in her walk-in closet, wearing a small, golden robe looking into a full body length mirror, she turned to her side, then back to facing it, then back to profile. She quickly took it off, tossing it to the ground below, hating it. She stood there naked and she just stared into the mirror, "Is it possible to still find me sexy?" She asked, cradling her baby bump.
Tony was in bed, under the covers, "Possible?" He said, "What are you talking about?"
She stepped out of her closet, covering herself with a large white bathrobe, "Because I do not feel sexy...I am..."
He slid out of bed, "Beautiful, sexy and having my baby." He listed with a smile, now standing next to the bed.
She laughed, sporting a huge grin, "Your, umm..." Her eyes travelled downward and his eyes followed, his manhood was under the covers, holding up the edge of the covers.
"Heh. I think that answers that, don't you think?"
She nodded and started towards him.
He began to move to meet her, "Stop." She said, letting go of the bathrobe. She stood there in all her glory. His eyes locked onto her and he did as he was told, not moving a muscle. She walked over to him, placing her right hand on the covers over him, she wrapped her fingers around it, "It's like a present and I get to unwrap it."
He shook his head at her, tilted his head down, smiling the whole time, "It's yours, you can do whatever you want with it."
She kissed him and sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes never breaking eye contact with his, her hand still massaging him slowly through the covers. She gestured with her free hand for him to come down.
And he did, placing his right hand on her belly, kissing it before moving to her lips. She dipped her hand under the covers, feeling his heat on her palm.
He slowly leaned his head up, then pulled his hand away, turning it palm up.
"You felt that, huh?" She smiled, "That is the first time you have felt our baby kick, yes?"
He nodded, bringing his hand to his mouth, kissing it. He then placed his hand back on her belly, "You're already teaching our baby Krav Maga in the womb? Damn, you Israeli's mean business."
She laughed, pulling the covers away from him, freeing him, "Shut up and..."
He quickly kissed her, flashing her grin, "Yeah, yeah, I know the rest."
Ziva and Abby were sitting in a restaurant, a pair of binoculars zoomed in on them as they ate.
The binoculars lowered, Amit Hadar held them in his hands as he sat in a black sedan. He raised them again, but Abby was sitting alone, the passenger side door opened, Ziva carefully climbed into the front seat, Tony's hand cradled her belly the whole time.
"Ziva?" Amit said.
"Uncle Amit."
"The next time you spy on Ziva, could you get a higher car, please." Tony pleaded, he was squatted next to her, holding her stomach. "She really doesn't need to be straining herself this much or better yet, how about NOT spying on fucking my wife!" He yelled, obviously upset.
Ziva turned to Tony, she smiled and squeezed his arm, reassuring him that she was okay. She turned her head back to Amit, "Why did you lie to me?"
"What?" Amit questioned.
"Kort is dead."
"Ugh." Tony expressed disgust.
"Sorry, the man-who-shall-not-be-named is dead, we know that."
"Thank you, baby." Tony said, kissing her hand.
Amit started speaking Hebrew.
"Why does it matter if you do not want to discuss Mossad matters, are you not ex-Mossad like me?"
Amit looked at Ziva, stunned,
"We do work for an investigative agency, Uncle."
The back passenger door opened, Abby climbed into the car, shutting the door.
Amit looked in the rear view mirror, then turned his head looking back at her, "Who are you?"
"I'm Abby."
"Abby?"
"Yep."
"But who are you?" Amit asked, confused by her presence.
"I work with them." Abby nodded towards both Tony and Ziva, "Well, just him now, she's doing something different, I don't see her much anymore, so we have lunch sometimes and you're taking away from that, which makes Abby very angry, plus I was getting bored in there alone."
Amit looked at Ziva, then at Tony.
"Don't look at me, man." Tony said, "Abby's angry at you, not me."
"You quit to protect to me from my father, did you not?"
Amit lowered his head, "You talked to Nettie?"
"Of course I did, but I knew you were lying to me when you said my father liked my husband. Come on, Uncle! You and I know both my father would never respect him, like him or even want anything to do with him."
"Short answer: he's an asshole." Tony added.
"Does he know that we know that he-who-shall-not-be-named is dead?" Abby asked.
"Right on, Abs, imaginary fist bump." Tony grinned, holding his fist up and she did the same, "And yes, he knows."
"Her father would actually hurt his own daughter?" Abby asked Amit.
"I do not know." Amit answered truthfully, "But she is the only thing I have left of my sister. If he tries anything, I swear to you, Ziva, I will kill him."
Ziva turned, taking her Uncle's face in her hands, "Todah, dod."
"Does this mean you're gonna be staying with us longer?" Tony asked.
"Nettie does want to move here."
"Hey, there's a house for sale across the street from your house, guys!" Abby excited said.
Tony's head swung quickly towards Abby, "What?"
"What? I would love it if my family lived across the street from me." Abby smiled.
"Don't go Everybody Loves Raymond on me, Abs."
Abby chuckled, holding up her fist, "Good one."
Tony reluctantly held up his fist and sighed in a deep voice, "Everybody Loves Ziva."
Author Note #1 - Pregnant women are sexy as hell and hell's pretty damn sexy!