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Abby picked up her buzzing phone. Ziva had sent her a photo. Abby opened it and looked a little confused. Ziva had sent her a selfie. Very unlike her. However, Abby looked closer at the photo. Ziva's hand was posed, with, wait for it… a ring on her finger! Abby squealed and dialled Tim's number.

'Hi Abby.' Abby could hear the defeated tone in Tim's voice.

'You own me $20.'

'I know Abby. I got the photo too.'

'They're getting married' cheered Abby. Tim laughed.

'Finally!'

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Senior hung the phone, after speaking to Tony. Tony had proposed to Ziva who had accepted. Senior was over the moon at the news.

'Linda' he called out. His fiancée walked into the room.

'Yes dear?'

'You owe me $10.'

'Why?'

'Junior proposed. They're getting married!' he said, gleefully. 'Finally!'

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Ducky let himself into Gibbs house, an expensive bottle of Bourbon in his hand. He made his way down to the basement, where, as per usual, Gibbs was sanding his latest carpentry project. Ducky placed the bottle on the table.

'What's that for, Duck?'

'I make sure to pay my debts.' Gibbs looked confused. Ducky pulled out his phone and handed it to Gibbs. A picture of Ziva, showing off a ring on her hand. 'Anthony proposed. Before the baby's born.' He pushed the Bourbon towards Gibbs who picked it up. The bet had been to see when Tony propose; before or after the baby's birth. Ducky was sure that Tony would pop the question after the birth. Gibbs didn't agree. He was glad he won. Otherwise he would have had to brew a pot of tea of Ducky in the correct manner. Something Gibbs knew he would no get right. At least not according to Ducky's standards.

Gibbs reached over and grabbed two glasses. The two men raised their glasses in a toast to Tony, Ziva and their little baby, happy they were not drinking tea.

'He did it then' said Gibbs, quietly after a sip.

'Finally,' added Ducky.

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'OK Ziva, let me make sure I've got everything down' said Tony in slight despair. 'You've ordered an extra-large cheese pizza from Giannini's and you want me to pick up a few extra things.'

'Yes' confirmed Ziva over the phone. 'For the toppings.'

'Anchovies, gherkins, picked eggs, tuna and hummus.'

'Yes.'

'Are you sure, Zi? By the time I got home from the store the other day, you'd changed your mind.'

'I am sure Tony. See you later.' With that she hung up.

'Pregnancy cravings?' asked Special Agent Dwayne Pride. He was up from New Orleans, investigating the death of his and Gibbs' former mentor, Dan McLane. Tony nodded. 'I remember when Linda was pregnant with Laurel, she craved broccoli. Put it in and on everything.'

'That doesn't sound too bad' said Tony.

'Not with strawberry jelly.' Tony laughed.

'Jackie craved peach pie,' said Director Vance. He had appeared in the bullpen on his way home. 'With both Kayla and Jared. I swear I must have driven four hundred miles hunting for peach pie.'

'Diane was obsessed with blueberry pancakes. All day, every day for months.' Everyone turned to look at Gibbs who paused for a moment.

'Steak. Well done.' The four men burst out laughing.

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Tony loved his fiancée. He really did. To Tony, Ziva was the most beautiful and the sexiest woman in the world. He told several times a week if not daily. And especially when they made love.

But watching her add anchovies, gherkins, tuna and hummus to the best pizza one could find in the Metro area, whilst also snacking on pickled eggs and drinking jasmine tea, made Tony question things. Mainly about Ziva's toothpaste and wondering if he needed to upgrade it to super-strength.

Ziva took a sip of her tea and glanced at Tony. He smiled at her, though he knew she saw right through it.

'What?' she asked, pointedly.

'Nothing' Tony said, far too quickly. Ziva glared at him. Tony smiled to himself as Ziva went back to her pizza and pickled eggs. He liked seeing the old Ziva every now and then. She may not threaten him with paperclips anymore, but Tony knew not to annoy Ziva. Especially as she was pregnant.

Ziva finished the last pickled egg and her tea. She got up and walked into the kitchen.

'Tony' called Ziva. 'Did you pick up the ice cream?'

'Uh…' Ziva walked back into the lounge.

'I am going to take that as a no.'

'Sorry Zi. I didn't.' Ziva walked over to the shelf by the front door. She picked up Tony's wallet and car keys, and handed them to him.

'Chocolate ice cream please.' Tony stood up, taking the wallet and keys. He kissed the top of Ziva's head and made his way out the door.

'And do not forget the pickled eggs' he heard he call. Tony chuckled to himself. Tony loved his fiancée. He really did. If he had the choice of between going back to his old life of take out and beer in front of the TV on his own, or buying pickled eggs for his pregnant fiancée, he'd take the pickled eggs any day.

I have never been pregnant so research pregnancy cravings.

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