This couldn't be happening. Ziva couldn't be losing their baby. She had already lost the baby she was going to have with Adam. Which in retrospect was probably for the best. He wasn't going to be in the child's life and if Israel was anything like the other Middle Eastern countries being a single mom would not have been easy. Even coming to America she didn't deserve to forever be bound to that jerk. Tony wished that he had knocked Adam senseless when he first found out he had slept with Ziva when she was in Israel for her dad's funeral. It was really a shame. He had really liked Adam until he found that out. It's not like Tony didn't have plenty of chances to sleep with her, when he was staying with her and a few times after but he never did. Having sex with a woman who was that vulnerable was taking advantage of her. He felt guilty enough about the night their child was conceived and they were both pretty vulnerable that night. Now they were finally together and the product of their love could be dying. Hadn't they lost enough people already? Tony tossed on his Ohio State sweat-shirt over the wife-beater he had been sleeping in and the jeans he had worn the day before over his boxer shorts. He didn't bother dressing Ziva. He just scooped her up in his arms. She shivered slightly. So he grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped her up in it. He held her as tightly as he could without risking further hurting the baby, ran across the hall and started to pound on Gibbs' door.

"Jesus, Tony it's three in the morning." Gibbs yawned,

"I need you to watch Sadie! I have to take Ziva to the hospital!" Tony cried.

"What's wrong?" Gibbs asked.

"She may be losing the baby!" Tony cried.

"OK I am going to stay with Sadie until I can get someone over here and then I am going to meet you two at the hospital." Gibbs replied.

"Thanks Boss!" Tony cried running down the hall with Ziva in his arms.


Jimmy made his way through the headstones. He could imagine how sketchy it looked for him to be at a cemetery at three in the morning but he needed to talk with Breena right then. She always had been the smart one in the relationship. The one who always knew what to do. The headstone he had ordered that bared her name and the dates of her birth and death, and the date that baby Angela had been born and died. Had not been delivered yet but he had left the wreath from the service there as a temporary marker.

"Hi Breena, I know this is a really weird time but I need to talk to you now. You see the night you died I had a missed call from our adoption lawyer. I called her back the following afternoon and well. There is a little girl who is two years old. Just a few months younger than Sadie DiNozzo actually and she is in need of emergency foster care. She was playing in her backyard alone and she fell off the swing. A neighbor noticed and ran over to check on her. She had pretty bad scraped knees and hands but it wasn't anything serious but when the neighbor tried to get her parents they wouldn't answer. The door was locked and their was no key. So she called 911. When the cops got there they discovered a meth lab in the kitchen. She is staying with her aunt for now but she is about to be deployed for a year and she isn't exactly ready for a kid right now. They knew we were willing to take an older kid and I guess she is a good fit for us but I don't know if I am ready to be a single dad. I wish you were here. You wanted a family so bad especially a little girl. Remember when we found out Angela was a girl? I hope you two are happy up there. Because I am pretty confused. On one hand this little girl could help me head but on the other. I don't know if I can do this alone. What should I do? Can you please send me a sign that taking this little girl is a good idea?" Jimmy spoke.


Ziva was lying back on an exam table, while the doctor examined her. Tony had her hand in a death-grip. He could not remember the last time he was this afraid. He didn't know what he would do if Ziva lost their baby. He had missed the first two years of Sadie's life and he knew he could never make up for that but he was looking forward to having a new baby. Who he would be with from birth on. He was hoping for a little boy this time but he would be equally excited to have a girl. Especially if she looked just like Ziva. In this moment though all he cared about was that they still had a healthy baby that would grow stronger and in six months. They would be able to hold him or her in their arms. He was a pretty good father he thought and he knew Ziva would be an excellent mother and Sadie would be a great big sister. Now it all may be going away or have already left. Sure they could try again down the road but what if something was bad wrong with Ziva and she couldn't carry kids to term? What if she did but at the cost of her life? No baby was worth his Ziva. Not with so many waiting in foster care and orphanages for a loving home.

"How is she doc?" Tony asked nervously.

"I have good news and bad news." The doctor replied.

"Oh no" Ziva moaned.

"What is it?" Tony asked.

"The good news is the baby is holding on. The bad news is Ziva has lost a lot of blood and is suffering from placenta previa. I want her on bed rest for the duration of the pregnancy and she is going to be admitted at least through tonight." The doctor explained.

"But the baby will survive?" Tony asked.

"That I cannot tell you for sure Mr. DiNozzo. I am sorry." The doctor replied.

"Tony I am scared." Ziva admitted after the doctor left.

"You will be OK." Tony assured.


A/N: Will Ziva's baby survive? What will Jimmy decide? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.