Tony's heart was racing a million miles an hour. He prayed that it was not happening again. He feared that he was about to lose another wife and more children. Ziva's dizziness could be preeclampsia. This early he would likely lose the babies. Ziva may even lose her life. Ziva's blood pressure had been high when she had the miscarriage. Two bouts with preeclampsia and they would likely be advised to have no more. Tony would do anything to protect his wife but he could not bear the idea of losing more children and being unable to have anymore.

"Tony. I am fine really. It's just a dizzy spell." Ziva assured.

"I am not taking any chances!" Tony snapped.

"If it is bad and it comes down to it. Save them instead of me. I know how much you wanted these babies." Ziva explained.

"It's too early for that." Tony sighed.

The hospital was mostly empty this time of night. The only other occupants were a family huddled in the corner saying a prayer in a language Tony did not understand. Besides them was a man red faced from pain his leg propped up on a chair. The man was cursing about his knee and referring to somebody named Cooper as a retard.

"What's your emergency?" The receptionist asked.

"My wife is pregnant and feeling dizzy." Tony explained.

"Fill this out, a doctor will be out right away." The receptionist replied.

The receptionist was not kidding, when she said a doctor would be out right away. Tony had only filled out three lines and a doctor had already whisked Ziva away. He got the forms filled out and headed back to the cubicle. Ziva was lying on the bed, the doctor was taking her blood-pressure.

"BP is normal." The doctor announced.

"What's wrong then?" Ziva asked.

"We'll have to run more tests and check again in an hour." The doctor replied.

"Are the babies OK?" Tony asked.

"I don't know. We are waiting for the on call OB and the portable ultrasound machine." The doctor explained.

The ER doctor left and now it was time to play the waiting game. Tony climbed onto the bed and placed Ziva' head on his chest. He stroked her hair and held her close. Ziva's blood-pressure was normal but that didn't rule out risk to her life, to the babies lives. He was scared to death but trying to be strong for Ziva. He hated that Ziva had been the rock up until now. A short time later the on call obstetrician arrived. She wheeled in an ultrasound machine and a monitor meant to measure the babies heart-rates. The OB squirted gel on Ziva's stomach and powered on the machine. Inside Ziva's uterus the newest DiNozzo's were moving around like crazy. The heart-monitor was pushed to the side of the room. It was not needed now but may be needed later. Ziva's blood was drawn and it was back to waiting.

"The babies seem OK and I am feeling better. I hope it was just a scare." Ziva commented.

"Me too" Tony agreed.

Tony held Ziva close as she fell asleep. Everything looked great but they were waiting on the blood work and urine test. There was a good chance that Ziva would remain hospitalized overnight for observation. Tony just prayed she would be home by morning. Ziva did not like having to cooperate in the hospital and the sooner she got home the better. That and Tony was scared to death of being in the hospital.

"All your tests came back negative." Dr. Wilson announced entering the room.

"If everything is normal what is wrong?" Tony demanded.

"Given your circumstances I would say that Ziva is suffering from stress. She has classic symptoms. Now stress is serious in a pregnancy but we have coping techniques and we can arrange for Ziva to meet with a counselor, Of course the main thing is avoiding stress" Dr. Wilson explained.

"That isn't going to be easy." Ziva commented.

Lucky for Tony and Ziva they had wonderful friends. Scratch that they had wonderful family. As soon as Tony announced Ziva was dealing with stress. The team had stepped up to help out. Gibbs got in touch with Rachel, McGee brought his relaxation tapes, Abby brought candles, Ducky brought teas, and Jimmy taught Ziva breathing exercises that hat helped Breena when she was pregnant. Everybody had agreed to either take the kids for a few hours or to take Charlie to his one on one therapy sessions. Ziva still had the concerns over pregnancy, and Tony and Charlie's PTSD diagnosis, but she had so much more off her mind.

"I knew I was stressed. I just didn't think it was this bad." Ziva commented after the team had departed.

"You put everything on your shoulders." Tony observed.

"Normally I can handle stress better. I just don't get it." Ziva replied.

"It's the pregnancy. That makes everything more complicated." Tony explained.

He put on a smile but Tony felt terrible for not being able to help Ziva. Ziva and him were modern but he was still the man. He should be able to keep things handled. He hated that he had PTSD. He hated that he had lost it so bad. He had been doing well but this was a huge blow. He wanted to be the strong husband and father. The man that Leroy Jethro Gibbs had been for his family. He wished this stupid disease would just go away and give him his life back. He just wanted something to be easy for him, for Ziva, for the children.

"Ziva didn't get sick because of you." Gibbs announced.

"Then why did it happen?" Tony demanded.

"Because she's just as hard headed as you are and thought that she could take on the world. Everybody hits the wall eventually. Don't go beating yourself up over nothing." Gibbs explained.

A/N: At least it's not life threatening. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.