SO… This weekend was craaaaaaaaaazy!!!!! Yesterday at my church, there was this worship conference called 'Ignite' that my youth group/church band (that I'm a singer/keyboardist in…) was putting on. So I was there from 7:30 am to 11:00 pm… So I was super tired from that and slept in till 11 then woke up remembering I had a date today at 1:00 to go see Valentine's Day… Then at 3:30 I had The Prince of Egypt (our school play) practice until 6:30. I ate dinner then had work from 7:00 until 9:00…… And then I was finally relaxing before… OH CRAP I HAVE TO UPDATE 'RULE 12'!!!!!. I almost forgot!!! That would've been so SAD. But it was already written I just had to post it…. Sooooooooooo……… Enjoy!!!!!!

Every morning for the four months, Abby threw up and came to work anyway, refusing to tell anyone.

"Zeev, I've gained ten pounds in the past two weeks alone! I've always had a fast metabolism, so I've always been able to eat anything I want and not gain weight but lately I've been eating more, and gaining weight so I tried to eat less but it didn't work because I'm always hungry!" Abby complained as she worked in her lab.

"Abby, I really think you need to take a pregnancy test." Ziva said.

"No Ziva! I'm not pregnant!" Abby exclaimed. "Hey do you want to go out to lunch?"

"Sure." Ziva said unsurely.

They drove to In-n-Out, and Abby ordered two grilled cheese with no tomatoes and extra lettuce, a large fries, and a strawberry milkshake. Ziva ordered a cheeseburger and a soda. When the food come, Abby grabbed a few packets of ketchup and put them in (you guessed it) her milkshake.

"Ew! Abby that is so gross!" Ziva exclaimed.

"I know! I can't believe I'm doing that. But," she tasted it. "Mmmm Ziva it tastes so good! Try it!" Abby laughed.

Ziva giggled, but refused. "Abby that is so gross, it's just like eating strawberries and tomatoes. That is disgusting!"

Abby laughed along. "Just try it."

"No!" the two giggled and had a play food-fight. Then McGee and DiNozzo walked in.

"Ladies." Tony greeted.

"Hey Tony. Hey Timmy." Abby smiled and then threw a fry at Ziva.

"Hey!" Ziva protested, and threw one back. "Hi guys."

"Ladies, ladies, ladies." Tony took one of Abby's French fries and ate it. "Food is for eating not throwing."

Everyone laughed, ate, and returned to work.

For the rest of the week, Abby ate the weirdest, and frequently unhealthiest foods that were available.

"No. See, now you're having cravings. Just use the test. I have one here." Ziva said, exasperated.

"Oh, you carry pregnancy test around Zee? Is there something I don't know about?" Abby raised her eyebrows.

"Abby, you even look pregnant. And I carry it around for you not me." Ziva insisted.

"I do not!" Abby exclaimed. She looked down at her stomach. "Oh god Ziva I do. But it's only been… five months! I'm just getting fat. Maybe I should start running. It works for you, doesn't it?" Abby asked.

"It does not get rid of mini soon-to-be humans in your uterus, just weight." Ziva quipped. Abby glared at her and they went back to NCIS.

Ziva slipped the pregnancy test in Abby's bag. "Just try it."

Abby bit her bottom lip and walked into the bathroom.

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"Where did Abby go?" Ziva asked randomly, when she was nowhere to be found.

"She went home sick." McGee explained. "She didn't sound good. Maybe someone should go check on her, to make sure she got home safe."

"You worry too much, McGeek." DiNozzo shrugged.

"No, Tony I think Tim has a point. I'll go. Tell Gibbs where I am, okay? I think I know what's wrong with Abby." and Ziva left before anyone could ask what.

Ziva arrived at Abby's apartment in record time, which for Ziva, was really fast. The door was partly ajar. Ziva pulled out her gun and entered. No one was in the main room, so she walked to the bedroom. No one. Kitchen? No one there, either. Then Ziva checked the bathroom. Abby was sitting on the ground, sobbing. Six pregnancy tests were on the counter next to her.

"Abby." Ziva murmured.

Abby looked up, teary-eyed. "Hi Zee. Well, you were right."

"All positive?" Ziva asked. Abby nodded miserably. "I'm calling the doctor and getting you an appointment."

"You won't tell anyone at work, right Ziva?" Abby begged.

"No, I won't. But I think you should." Ziva said indecisively.

"No! Ziva I can't. And… Even if someone figures it out, don't tell them who the father is, okay?" Abby begged.

"I won't. I promise." Abby looked unsure. "I won't, I promise!" Ziva repeated.

"Okay." Abby whispered. "When am I going into the doctor, Zee?"

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The next day when Abby showed up to work, she walked straight to Gibbs. "Ziva and I have to leave around three because I have a doctor appointment." She announced.

"And if we're out on a case?" Gibbs asked distractedly.

"I'll go alone. But I really would like Ziva to go." she trailed off.

"Why do you need to go to the doctor?" he asked.

"Because everyone needs to go to the doctor." Abby said, glancing at Ziva nervously.

"Abby, go to your lab, I'll be there soon." Gibbs declared. Abby shot a scared look at Ziva and went to her lab. A few minutes later, Gibbs showed up too. Abby was sitting in her chair, her knees tucked up under her chin.

"What's wrong, Abs?" he asked.

"Nothing." she murmured. "I'm fine."

"Then why are you going to the doctor?" he asked.

"Because I need a regular old checkup." Abby muttered, looking down at her left arm.

"Abby you don't go to checkups. Ever." Gibbs said softly.

"But maybe I decided I need to." Abby replied, now glancing at her left foot.

"Is there someone else that needs a checkup and you're just taking them?" Gibbs hinted.

"Ziva? No, she's fine too." Abby said, finally looking at his face.

"Not Ziva. Someone else. That's in this room." Gibbs raised his eyebrows, trying to get her to admit it.

He knew. Abby burst into tears. "Gibbs I'm pregnant." she started crying on his shoulder. "I've been more emotional lately and I've had morning sickness and I've had cravings and I've gained weight and Ziva noticed so she gave me a pregnancy test and it came out positive so I bought some more and they all came out positive too so Ziva's making me go to the doctor and I don't want to be pregnant, Gibbs, but I am and I don't know what to do. I'm not ready to be a mother but I couldn't get an abortion because I don't believe in that, and I can't give it up for adoption and I just don't know what to do." Abby tried to stop the heart-wrenching sobs that were escaping her. "And I never cry, either." she muttered.

"It's okay Abby. You'll figure out what to do. Everyone here will help you if you want it. We promise. I promise. It will all be okay." Abby eventually stopped crying and Gibbs went back up to the main floor where everyone asked what was wrong with Abby, but Gibbs wouldn't say.

At three, Abby and Ziva left to go to the doctor. She told them that Abby was about six months along, and the due date was somewhere in April. Oh, and that there were TWO healthy little babies in Abby's belly.

"Um, Ziva?" Abby asked as they drove back to work in a daze.

"Yes?"

"Did she say two?" Abby asked, cringing.

"Um… Yes Abby she did."

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As the months passed, Abby resorted more and more to the confines of her lab, arriving earlier than everyone and leaving later, in attempt to hide her growing belly. To also help mask, she wore oversized t-shirts, hoping that anyone who walked down wouldn't notice.

Gibbs, meanwhile, banned DiNozzo, Palmer, and McGee from Abby's lad, trying to help her cover up her secret. Duckie knew, but he was a doctor and you can't hide anything from doctors.

Ziva took Abby to the doctor once a month, for the kids' checkups. In between those days, on Ziva and Abby's days off they went shopping for the babies. They bought strollers, cradles, bottles, toys, and clothes, which wasn't easy considering Abby had chosen to be surprised by the gender, so color was an issue.

"Just buy black." Ziva shrugged. Abby laughed whenever she said that. And then Abby would waltz over to the baby clothes and but little black baby clothes and shoes. Of course, she got other colors too.

"My kids aren't going to be the stereotyped boy-blue girl-pink, boy-hot wheels, girl-Barbie kids." Abby promised. And Ziva thought this was funny too, because American stereotypes are dumb. As the date neared, Tony and Tim became more and more suspicious as to why they couldn't go into Abby's lab.

"She's going through a tough time right now. Give her some space." was all Gibbs would tell them, followed by Ziva going down the elevator to Abby's floor. Of course, when the 'tough time' lasted over three months, Tony got used to it. But McGee got more and more determined to see Abby.

"Boss? Can I go down to A—" McGee started one morning.

Gibbs sighed. "No. She's going through a t—"

McGee rolled his eyes. "Tough time, so give her some space. I know."

"Then stop asking." Gibbs said, annoyed. Then he got up and walked away.

"How come you can go see her, Ziva?" McGee asked.

"Because Gibbs told me I could. McGee, I know you want to go see her, but you can't. In a few weeks you'll understand." Ziva simply said.

"You know what's going on?" Tim asked.

"I knew before Gibbs knew. I knew before Abby knew." Ziva shrugged, "Look, McGee. I want to tell you, I really do. But Abby swore me to secrecy. But because I know how much you care for her, I'm going to review what you already know. Abby's been frequently throwing up, many mornings in a row. She has been eating the weirdest foods lately. She's been really emotional; crying and then laughing, and then angry and so on. She's been going to the doctor once a month to get something checked out."

McGee looked confused for a minute, and then caught on. "She isn't, is she?"

Ziva threw up her hands. "I can't tell you! If you think she is, then you think she is. If you don't, then you don't! But I can't tell you!"

And then jealous McGee kicked in. "Who was it?"

"I still can't tell you."

"Just tell me who he is."

"This is the part I can not tell myou the most."

Then Gibbs walked down. "Get back to work."

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"Hey Ziva." Tony greeted when he was her in Target.

"Hello Tony." she replied.

"I'm not trying to be nosey, okay yes I am, but I couldn't happen to notice that you have baby clothes in your cart." Tony said.

"Yes, what about it?" Ziva asked.

"What does that mean?" Tony pushed.

"I have a pregnant friend." Ziva shrugged.

"Oooooooooh who?" Tony asked.

"You do not know her." Ziva lied.

"You can still tell me her name. Maybe I can get to know her." Tony said suggestively.

"Tony! She is pregnant! Why would a pregnant woman date you?" Ziva exclaimed.

"Is she married?"

"No."

"Are they dating?"

"No."

"Is the father in the picture?"

"He… Ummm… Does not know."

"IS IT YOU?" he exclaimed.

"No!" Ziva returned, but turned bright red.

"It is. I can tell."

"It is not me."

"Oh come on. Your face when I said it gave you away." Tony laughed.

"It. Is. Not. Me. You. Might. Know. Her. But. I. Am. Not. Telling. You. Who. It. Is." Ziva said through her teeth.

"Whatever."

"Good bye, Tony." Ziva said exasperated.

"Buh-bye Preggers Ziva!"

"I am not pregnant!!!"

But Tony didn't know why the thought of some guy getting Ziva pregnant bothered him so much.....