Author's Note: I'm glad people are still reading. I have some ideas in mind for this story. It's going to have a little more angst and a lot more sex. I've kind of been holding back, trying to get a feel for the waters. That and I've been trying to see how far I can go on this site. Fortunately, it's pretty far.
I have a dirty mind, you see.
Anyway, there's going to be another flashback.
I've always wondered how Abby went from hating Ziva to the way they are now.
I came up with a possible explanation.
I hope it's not OOC.
Also, I put in a new layer to the McAbby thing I introduced.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. MAYBE I COULD BECOME A SCREENWRITER, THOUGH.
~*~
"May I speak with you?"
With a deep sigh, Abby Scuito glared at Ziva David but nodded.
She didn't like her. Everyone knew it. When asked why, Abby would give answers like "She's cold." Or "She's insane."
That wasn't why.
It was an issue of loyalty. Kate had been her best friend and Ziva was trying to take her place. It didn't help that it was working. She already had Tony by the balls and McGee could barely keep the drool in his mouth.
That irked her even more.
What did Ziva have that she didn't?
Why couldn't the little techno geek like her?
"I want to know if I've offended you. It's plain to see that you don't like me but I don't understand why."
"Of course you don't. You've only been here for like a week." she sneered.
"More like six months. Look, I'm trying to be a little diplomatic here and not stab you. Now, what the hell is your problem?"
"You came here! That's my problem! Why don't you just leave?!"
A hard slap sent her to the floor and she was bleeding from the lip.
Looking up, she saw that Ziva looked like she was about to shoot her.
A cold fear settled in Abby's stomach and suddenly she felt like fleeing for her life.
"I am here because I was ordered to, you stupid bitch! Do you think I want to be in this fucking country?! I HATE IT HERE! I do not know anything about being in America or this agency and I hate being treated like shit because I am not who you want me to be! You want to hate me then find a good reason and find it fast because I have no qualms about slitting your throat!", the Israeli shrieked.
Abby stood up and turned back to look at a blank computer screen, her lip still smarting.
Even under the rage filled words, Ziva sounded like she was close to crying. Abruptly, Abby was taken back to high school. Being the new weird girl with no friends and bullies tormenting her…she had promised herself to never be like the bullies but what she had been doing for the last few moths was just like them, no worse because it wasn't in a high school…
Guilt hit her like a Mack truck.
"I...I'm sorry. It's just that... I still miss Kate. We were really tight, like sisters. And I don't like change. And everyone just seems to be forgetting Kate and ... I'm sorry.", Abby confessed sadly.
"I sympathize. I lost my sister to a suicide bomber. Abby, I am not trying to replace Agent Todd. Not only would be impossible for me to do so, it would dishonor her memory. Honestly, I do not want to be here. I want to return to Israel and my former work but I cannot. I am stuck here until my father sees fit to change my orders. We do not have to be best friends but can you at least try to be civil? I already have enough to worry about. I think that DiNozzo character likes me."
"Wow. Really?"
"Yes. He is always staring at my ass and he flirts a lot. I do not know whether to be disgusted or intrigued."
Her honesty sent a bit of warmth through Abby and started to melt the ice she had put around her heart. Okay, so she may be a little out there but Ziva wasn't the Devil. Maybe they could get along…
"Tony's a nice guy. He's just... he needs to grow up a little more. I...I can do the civil thing. Truce?"
"Truce. It's water under the pier."
"Bridge."
"Close enough. Do you need help with your lip?"
"No, I'm good."
As she turned to leave, she asked," Do you think, if we give it time, we could be friends? You seem to be quite interesting. I like your ink."
Abby thought about it and nodded.
"Yeah. I think we can."
~*~
"Ziva, how'd you know when you were pregnant with J.T. and Ava?"
Time had passed and Ziva was one of her dearest friends, now.
Abby still felt guilty about being a cunt to her back then but Ziva never brought it up. Abby was glad that she had stopped being so hard hearted and got to know her. She was like a big sister to her now.
She was a good listener and a lot of fun, especially when it came to hellraising.
Most of all, she had a lot of life experience in so little time.
Abby needed someone like that to help her with big stuff.
She looked startled but sat up to a full lotus position.
"You think you're pregnant, Abs?" Jenny Shepherd asked, balancing on her shoulders.
Every morning, the three of them did yoga in the empty bullpen.
It was good for their bodies and minds, not to mention the bond between the three of them.
After all, they were in serious relationships with the 3 most notorious men at NCIS.
They needed to stick together.
"Yeah. I've been throwing up a lot and my appetite's changed. I can barely hold down a Caf Pow! and I ate an entire carton of vanilla ice cream yesterday which I don't even like. And I'm gaining weight. I've had to go braless for a while.", Abby confessed.
"I bet McGee enjoys that." Ziva said knowingly.
Abby laughed and nodded.
"I can't keep my hands off of him, lately. I mean, don't get me wrong, Timmy's a fine male specimen but I don't feel right anymore unless he's touching me or near me."
"It could be because the wedding's next Saturday. Have you missed your cycle?" Jenny asked.
"It's always been wonky but I think so. Most of all I feel different. It's like some dormant instinct's come out. I feel like I have to be extra careful and I'm all warm and glowy."
"Oh, you're knocked up, Abby. You've got a mini Probie in there." Ziva said matter of factly.
"Did you just call him Probie?" Jenny asked incredulously.
Abby was surprised too. Usually, she stuck with McGee or Tim.
"Probie" usually came from Gibbs or Tony.
"I live with Tony. He's rubbed off on me."
"Obviously. Nice hickey, Ziva." Abby teased, pointing at an impressive love bite on her shoulder.
It was bright red and looked like a perfect impression of Tony's teeth.
So, he's a biter. That's always fun., Abby thought with a mischievous smile.
Timmy loved it when she bit him.
"Leave me alone. I'll go get you a pee on a stick test at lunch so you can be sure."
"No, I'll go get it. I...I want to do it myself."
Ziva nodded her understanding and pulled her sweatshirt back on.
Jenny came over and hugged her.
She was like the Mama Bear of the team.
"It's going to be just fine."
"What's going on?"
Abby paled as Tim came in with Tony behind him.
Fortunately, Ziva intercepted him and asked about the whereabouts of their kids.
Abby could barely hear them because she was focused on her Elf Lord.
"They're at day care. Something up?"
"Maybe. Let's go get some coffee."
"I'll come with you."
One good thing about having a sisterhood bond was that they knew when it was time to split.
They were going to need privacy for this.
Tim sat on the floor with her and put a light hand on her brow.
"Are you sick, baby? You've been kind of off for a while."
"I'm all right, Timmy. But, there is something up."
"What is it? Is it bad?"
"It's not bad. Actually, it's pretty damn good."
She brought his hand to her abdomen and kissed him gently.
When she pulled away, realization filled his clover green eyes, along with joy.
"Oh, my god."
"I'm not sure yet. I still have to pee on a stick but it seems that we're going to have a baby."
He looked shocked but he hugged her tightly, smiling brilliantly.
"A baby?"
"Yep."
"Wow. How are we going to pull this off?" he asked.
"I don't know. Want to go get the test with me? I…I want you with me." she replied honestly.
"Okay."
Getting up, she extended her hand to him.
He grasped it tightly.
It was symbolic, really.
As they walked out, their hands stayed entwined, just like their lives would be forever.
It didn't scare her at all.