A/N: ok now most of you might hate me for being cheesy and lame but I couldn't stop myself. When a chapter is writing itself, you let it.

NCIS Parking Garage

Ziva sat in her car with the large plastic bag from CVS sitting in the passengers seat. Even her first day at NCIS has not required her to sit in the parking lot and give herself a pep talk. But when Abby called her up and told her to pick up a few items from the pharmacy, her heart had started beating wildly and it had yet to stop. She didn't even realize that Abby was seeing someone. Unless of course Tony was right and Abby was seeing... Not possible, she told herself. Tony was distracting her far too often these days.

Just get in there, Ziva. She told herself sternly. Go in. Do not look Gibbs in the eye. Go to Abby's lab. It's not hard Ziva, just do it.

Gibbs's Office/ The bullpen

Gibbs sat at his desk, scanning his computer in vane for work he could throw himself into. It should have been a good day. McGee and Tony were doing paperwork, Sara and Ziva were dropping the Las Vegas contingent off at the airport and they had no active cases, unfortunately for Gibbs, the women he was in love with had been avoiding him for a day and a half and he had no idea why.

He drummed his fingers on his desk impatiently. His choice was clear. It was time to pick up a Caf-Pow and a dozen back roses and figure out what he had done wrong. If that included groveling then so be it.

Abby's Lab

Gibbs was more than a little disturbed by what he saw outside of Abby's office. Ziva stood the door holding a large plastic bag from CVS. She seemed to be having an internal debate about whether or not she should enter the office. She walked in and out at least four times before Gibbs decided to end her struggle.

He walked up to Ziva, grabbed the bag and attempted to walk into Abby's lab. He was surprised when she held onto it with a vice like grip, refusing to let go. Ziva pulled hard, forcing Gibbs back into the hallway.

"You can not go in there, Gibbs."

"What did you just say to me, AGENT DAVID?"

"What I mean is..." Ziva paused, trying to come up with a good excuse as to why Gibbs couldn't go into Abby's lab, "Please Gibbs, you just can't go in."

"Ziva did you get the..." Sara asked breathlessly as she ran to the doorway, "Jethro." Sara nodded her head towards Gibbs before shooting Ziva a look.

"If you ladies will excuse me." Said Gibbs, "I have to talk to Abby about something."

"You can't." Said Sara, "Sorry, not now." Sara attempted to grab the bag from Ziva, unfortunately it was intercepted by Gibbs.

"Would either one of you like to tell me whats in this bag before I look."

"No" Said Ziva and Sara simultaneously as Gibbs opened the bag to look.

"I hear that these things are pretty accurate" Said Gibbs holding up a box that said pregnancy test in large letters, "Probably no reason to buy ten of them."

"I will keep that in mind." Said Ziva, attempting to enter Abby's lab.

"Grissom know yet?" asked Gibbs, looking at Sara.

"Nooooo." Said Sara, not wanting to lie to Gibbs, yet unsure what to say.

"Good idea." Said Gibbs laughing to himself as he patted Sara on the back, "No reason to scare the hell out of him unless you have too."

"That is true." Said Ziva, nodding.

"Very true." Sara agreed, "Now if you will excuse us."

"Oh please, go ahead." Gibbs nodded and headed towards the elevator and leaving the two women alone.

"Why would he just assume it is for you." Ziva said unhappily, "I was the one holding the bag."

"Ziva, just be happy he didn't figure out who it was really for."

The Ladies Room

Abby looked at the stick with disbelief. It just wasn't possible. More alarmingly, she couldn't stop grinning. Which just wouldn't do at all. He was going to think she did this on purpose when he saw her ridiculous smile.

"Abby" Called Sara, softly knocking on the door of the stall, "You ok?"

"She's not answering." Said Ziva, worried.

"I know Ziva, I'm standing right here." Answered Sara.

"Maybe she's gone mental." whispered Ziva before asking loudly, "Abby, have you gone mental?"

"Ziva." Abby finally answered from inside the stall, "I have not gone mental. Though you asking that question makes me regret my plan to teach you English idioms by watching Grey's Anatomy."

"I for one still can't believe you watch that show." Said Sara.

"Excuse me for not wanting to watch yet another procedural cop drama, Sara." Said Abby finally exiting the stall, "Give me another test."

"You have already taken four." Said Sara, "I think..."

"Four tests can be wrong." said Abby defensively

"Abby, you are a scientist, do you really believe that?" Asked Ziva.

"Define believe." Abby shot back hotly.

"Can you even generate enough pee for another test?" asked Sara

"I can if I drink a Caf-Pow in under five minutes."

"The last time you had a sip of Caf-Pow, you vomited for ten minutes." Ziva reminded her gently.

"Well if you are going to use reason, I'm not even sure what to say." Abby said miserably washing her hands.

"You know what to say." Sara said, trying to calm her down.

"You wouldn't say that if you knew..." Abby stopped herself and once again began pacing the length of the bathroom.

"I may not know who." Ziva said, "Did this thing to you. But I have an idea."

"An inkling." Sara clarified.

"Yes, an inkling." Ziva agreed.

"I have to go work now." Said Abby. Leaving Sara and Ziva in the bathroom, alone with there inklings.

Abby's Apartment

That Night

Abby found a bouquet of black roses waiting first on her desk at work, and than another waiting on her doorstep when she arrived home. Gibbs didn't usually do flowers so she knew he must be desperate.

It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to him, she just didn't know what to say. She sighed deeply, allowing herself a rare moment of self pity before unlocking her door and heading inside.

She was not surprised at all when she discovered Gibbs, sitting in her favorite chair, waiting patiently for her. He had a key (he had had one for almost ten years, though this was the first time he had ever used it).

"Abbs." He looked at her, the circles underneath his eyes made him look older than he usually did and there was something in his demeanor that she couldn't quite place. He looked... defeated.

"Gibbs."

"I wish you would call me Jethro." He stood slowly, "You've been avoiding me."

"I know." Abby looked at him, unable to keep the worried look out of her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Abby." He began what was obviously a well practiced speech, "If I pressured you, If we rushed into something that you didn't want or weren't ready for... We can go back. We can go back to being friends. But you can't just avoid me. Please don't just ignore me."

"I don't want to go back." She said, feeling the need to make that point for once and for all that she didn't want to be just friends, "I'm happy, Gibbs... Jethro." She corrected herself, "In fact I'm way too happy..."

"What's going on Abby?"

"I'm pregnant." She said suddenly and without meaning to be so blunt. She had at the very least intended to tell him to sit down. But as always, one look at Gibbs face made it impossible for her to lie. She looked at him cautiously. He didn't look as though he was about to pass out, which was good. However, he didn't look like he was about to jump for joy either. In fact he looked...

"Gibbs?" She asked gently, as she touched his sleeve, "Gibbs? Have you gone mental?"