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Ziva pushed the door to the bathroom of the NGO she worked at and went to the sinks. She stood there, staring into the mirror. Her hand stroking her bump, a scared look on her face. Tears were forming in her eyes. Something felt weird. Something felt wrong. It didn't feel right. The door to the bathroom opened again and a plump woman with grey hair walked in.

'Ziva's what's the matter?' she asked gently. Ziva turned to the older woman.

'Something does not feel right. It feels wrong, Angela.'

'What doesn't feel right?'

'The baby' whispered Ziva, so quietly that Angela barely heard. 'I started to relax. Everything was going so well.'

Angela extended a hand out towards Ziva's bump. She moved it around, trying to figure out what Ziva was so worried about. Her hand stopped moving, scaring Ziva more.

'What is it?' Ziva asked. Angela smiled.

'Nothing's wrong Ziva.' Ziva looked confused. 'Your baby is moving.'

'Are you sure?' Angela nodded, laughing slightly.

'Ziva, I have five children and three grandchildren. I know what a moving baby feels like.' Ziva clapped a hand to her mouth.

'I feel so silly.'

'Don't. You are not the first expectant mother to not know what it feels like. Come on, let's get a cup of tea.'

They sat down in the little break room down the hall from their office, mugs of tea in their hands. Angela was telling Ziva about her first pregnancy, how excited she was, but also how scared and nervous. Ziva enjoyed having another woman to talk to, especially one who had already gone through it, and one who appeared to have similar thoughts to what Ziva was thinking; excited, but scared.

Ziva hadn't really been able to talk to other women about being pregnant. She and Tony were starting to research birthing plans, but with the exception of Callie, none of Ziva's friends had experienced being pregnant. And whilst Ziva loved Callie, and was thankful that she had her friend, Callie's pregnant appeared different to Ziva's. Callie was a natural at being a mother, thrived at it. Ziva had wondered over the past five months if she would be as good as Callie, as natural at motherhood as her friend.

'What about your mother?' Angela asked when Ziva told her this.

'She's dead.'

'Oh, my dear. I'm sorry. When did she die?'

'I was seventeen. Drunk driver not paying attention.' Angela looked sympathetic and pulled Ziva into a hug. Ziva moved her hand to her bump.

'Baby moving again?' Ziva nodded.

'I should tell Tony in person.' Ziva looked at the clock. Another ninety minutes until lunch.

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The elevator dinged and Ziva stepped off into the very familiar orange walled room. The last time she had been in the squad room was when she collected her belongings on her very last day. That was roughly six months ago. It felt strange to be back. So much had changed. She had changed, and not just physically. Ziva had half expected the squad room to be completely different, except it was identical to the day she had left. Almost identical. There was a young blonde woman sitting on her old desk.

'Hi Ellie.'

'Ziva!' Ellie jumped off the desk, the pack of cheesy puffs she was eating fell to the floor. 'What are you doing here? Is everything OK?'

'Everything is fine. I came to see Tony.'

'He's just nipped down to see Abby. Should be back soon.'

'Ok.' The two women stood in silence. A couple of people walked past, realising that Ziva was in the building. She imagined there would be a lot of gossip happening in the next few hours. The guards in the entryway were probably already gossiping about her and Tony's relationship, and the fact that Ellie had recently transferred from NSA analyst to full time NCIS federal agent.

Ellie and Ziva had met before, briefly. Ziva and Tony were visiting Delilah in the hospital when Ellie arrived. It was only a quick hello, nice to meet between them. Whilst it might not have been the best place for the two of them to meet, it wasn't that bad. Ellie seemed to be in awe of Ziva, probably not helped by the numerous stories told to Ellie by the rest of the team. Ziva recognised parts of herself in Ellie; young, keen and eager to please.

Tony walked into the bullpen and saw Ziva.

'What are you doing here? Is everything OK?' He was surprised to see her.

'Do you have a minute?' Tony turned to Gibbs who was behind him.

'Boss?' Gibbs nodded and gave Ziva a quick kiss on the cheek.

Tony and Ziva got into the elevator. Before it moved anywhere though, Ziva flicked the emergency stop switch and the elevator stopped.

'Zi, what's going on?' asked Tony, a little nervous.

'Give me your hand.'

'Zi?'

'Trust me Tony.' Tony gave Ziva his hand, who placed it along one side of her bump. She watched as a smiled grew on Tony's face.

'Is that what I think it is?'

'What do you think it is?'

'That's our baby moving.' The smile on his face kept growing. Ziva was smiling now too. Tony moved his other hand to the bump, wanting to feel more. 'It's amazing' he whispered, amazed that he could feel their baby moving.

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Tony put down the paintbrush and stepped back to admire his handiwork. The tiny box room now had a new coat of paint and was looking a lot better now that the flower wall paper was gone.

'Nice work.' Tony turned to see Ziva standing in the doorway.

'I'm glad you like it. My exhibition at the Guggenheim opens next week.' Ziva laughed.

'We are going to have to start looking for furniture. Bean is going to need somewhere to sleep.'

'Not to mention clothes, changing table, stroller and toys.'

'Plus, anything I might need to help me feed it.'

'You decided to nurse?' Ziva nodded. She looked around the tiny room.

'Tony, how are we going to manage everything?'

'What do you mean?'

'How are we going to manage a baby and our jobs? How are we going manage living in this tiny apartment with a baby? How are we going to manage to fit furniture into this room?' Ziva was flustered, and started pacing back and forth. Tony went over to her and held her hands.

'Zi, everything is going to be fine.'

'How do that?'

'I just do. I know it in my gut and we both know to trust our guts. Everything will be fine because this is what we want. Bean might have been a surprise.' Ziva looked at him. 'OK, big surprise. But that doesn't matter.' Tony put his hand on Ziva's bump. 'It might be cramped for a bit, but give it a year or two and we'll be moving to a bigger place.' Ziva looked defeated. She found herself getting tired quicker now.

Bean moved, making Ziva's hand fly down to her bump and Tony smile. He pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

'I love you Zi. More than I can put into words. Trust me. Everything will be fine.' Tony heard Ziva sniff. He pulled back, looking at her. She had been crying. 'What's the matter? Why the tears?'

'It is nothing' said Ziva, sniffing. 'I love you too, and I really need to pee.' She burst into tears and ran to the bathroom, leaving Tony amazed at the emotions a pregnant woman could convey.

I've never been pregnant, so I hope it's accurate. I got inspiration from a Grey's Anatomy scene with Meredith and Bailey for the scene with Angela.

Also, loved She (16x13). Something I really liked about it is that it was a Ziva episode, not a Tiva one. It was about Ziva and her ability to empathise.

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