Lucky people! You all get 2 chapters in 2 weeks! So be like BigRed502 *gives virtual waffles to BigRed* and review a lot. Thankyou, BigRed! Also, random-Laura-person, according to channel 10, the magazine is called 'grazia', so that's what I'll call it, thanks.

Also, I'd like everyone here to go to a book store and show your support toJack Heath by going into your local bookstore and buying THE LAB, REMOTE CONTROL or MONEY RUN. They are seriously the best books ever. Published by Pan Macmillan in Aus and Scholastic in USA. So buy them. 'Cause theyre really really really good!

So anyway…..Do I understand it isn't possible to get pregnant overnight? Yes. Do I care? No. As far as I care, Rome popped up in 3 hours flat. But keep waiting. This fic is relatively accurate.

Jayla stared at the doctor in amazement. "P…Pregnant?" She asked, her voice shaking.

The doctor surveyed her with a calm brown eyes. "With triplets, up until yesterday evening."

Jayla gasped. Her hand flew protectively to her stomach. "What do you mean? Are they ok? Are they not ok? Are they not not ok?" She started hyperventilating. "Oh My God, Oh My God. How long?"

"You were two months along."

Jay noticed the doctor hadn't answered her other questions. "But are they ok?"

"As far as we can tell, only one is dead. One is defiantly alive, and the other could go both ways." The doctor's face was a mix of sympathy, concern and worry. Jay leaned back against the pillows, taking deep breaths in an unsuccessful attempt to stop her head from spinning.

How was she going to tell the team? What would they think of her? What would Warren think of her? Wait---why would she care what Warren thought of her? She didn't care about him…did she?

Jay sighed. There was so much to think about. So much to plan. She was a right and proper Catholic-no abortions. So that was a least one child to think about, possibly two. She put a hand to her stomach again. It was a bit bigger than usual, wasn't it?

"You'll have to go into surgery again, to get the dead fetus out of you." Jayla nodded and let the nurses rush into the room and prepare her for the operation.

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Everyone in the room was laughing and joking when the doctor came back in. He smiled at everyone and signed Ziva's chart.

"So Doc," said Tony, "can we see Jay now?"

"I'm afraid not." said the Doctor. "She has to go into surgery again." Everyone looked at him with blank stares.

"Why?" Warren was half tensed in his chair; his voice high pitched and squeaky.

"I'm not allowed to tell you. Patient-Doctor confidentiality. What I can tell you is that this surgery is not life-threatening, so she'll be safe. We just have to get something out of her"

Warren sat down again.

"Or someone." muttered the doctor under his breath. He left the room. Avraham looked slightly disturbed.

"What is it, Avraham?" asked Leah. "You look a bit weird. Feeling ok?"

"Yes. I am fine." he assured her. "But I could swear he muttered something under his breath as he left the room. I wonder what it was."

"Meh. Don't worry about that. It doesn't matter." said Tony. He put on a fake stern voice and waggles his finger at everyone. "Patient-Doctor Confidentiality, you know."

Just then, Jay was wheeled past in her bed, not looking well. Her hand was on stomach, her hair matted against her forehead. She was far too pale and her eyes were glazed over. She was surrounded by nurses poking stuff into her and prodding stuff against her skin.

(In fact, scratch that. Saying Jay looked not well is like saying the Queen of England is a bit British. Understatment of the year award goes to Waffles. Judging by my description, she looked downright awful. Poor I'll change that. Then again, I'm a sadistic bitch, so probably not.)

Seeing Jayla like that made even Tony and Bryce shut up. She looked so sick, so venerable, not even they could crack a joke.

"Oh my!" gasped Leah. She put her hand to her necklace, the Star of David, and prayed quietly. Warren hung his head, shaking it every so often. Avraham has the same expressionless expression (Does that work? Is that a double negative? Is that not a double negative?)

(Everyone else on the team who I haven't mentioned did something that envolves revealing grief and/or worry. I can't be bothered to type it really. Think of it yourselves, gosh. Why do I do all the work around here. What do ya mean, you've been working you ass of?)

After a while the team decided to take a while to relax and let their worries roll. So, Tony convinced everyone that they should watch a movie. However, it was a bad idea to let Mossad Assistant Assassin Leah go rent some movies.

She came back with 5 movies. Transformers, the Shining, Psycho, Dawn of the dead and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, the 1931 version. So, the two teams decided on option number 5. As they soon found out-watching a Mr. Henry Jekyll drink a magic potion and transform into a guy named Mr. Hyde, who then did some scary stuff-was not the best way to relax.

Neither was Transformers, which reminded them too much of bombs and people dying of said bombs. After that they gave up trying to distract themselves with movies. So then Ziva pulled out several copies of her favorite book-The Lab, by Jack Heath* and they all started reading out loud to each other.

They had just gotten to Ziva's favorite part (The part where Agent Six got his jeep blown up (with himself still inside), then get hit by a rocket (whilst in the air from said blown up jeep), then fell 250 metres to the ground.) when they all fell silent for a moment. This wasn't helping either.

"Well, crap" said Tony. "This isn't getting us anywhere. All I can think about is Jay in surgery and the starting of World War Three."

"It doesn't matter who starts WWIII. If Bryce farts, we're all dead." laughed Ziva. Everyone, except Bryce-who was sulking-laughed at that.

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And people say I'm sadistic……