Au Note: I'm Back again! Expect new updates for my stories as I've started to write the next chapters! I had planned to post a longer chapter as chapter 3 with more ZivaxGibbs romance but due to many impatient readers I decided to update this part first. It has little ZivaxGibbs intimacy but at least we know what happens two days after the mission! :D

Title: Children
Author: CaleumChibi
Rating: Mature (Rated)
Fandoms: NCIS
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. I do own a perverted mind ;)
Warnings: sexual situations - Lemons
Summary: "Do you ever want to have children?" Gibbs asked Ziva once. When Gibbs loses control where will it all lead to?
Status: Part Three, Story Unfinished

Children: Chapter 3:

Tony entered the bullpen with a half-eaten hamburger in his hand. He had just taken an enormously large bite from it and was chewing on it happily. Once in a while he had to sniff his nose because he still hadn't fully recovered from the flu.

He could already imagine what Gibbs would say when he saw that he had come to work today. He would be proud and pat him on the shoulder. Perhaps he would give him a slight tap on the head in a playful manner.

Tony took a few steps forward and nearly choked on his burger at the sight in front of him.

"Choke silently, please." A voice silently pleaded from the other side of the room.

"Ziva?" Tony's eyes popped out of his head. Ziva had called in sick yesterday; at least that's what Tony had heard from Abby who had given him the strangest phone call ever. And for Ziva to call in sick was miraculous.

Abby had told Tony she thought Ziva must have been seriously ill for not coming to work so he was extra surprised to see her sitting behind her desk.

But she didn't seem to pay him any attention. Her face was covered by her hair which was dangling dangerously around her frame as she was leaning over some scripts on her desk.

"You're already working hard. I thought you were too ill to come to work?" He tried carefully while he placed his hamburger on his own desk and began to remove his coat.

"Hmm." Was the only reply he got.

As he waited silently for her to make a clever remark he was only greeted by the sound of fingers tapping on a keyboard.

"And so early too. You must be first today." He tried again.

No answer.

"Are you sure you're feeling all right, Ziva?" He tried as he left his desk to walk over to hers.

But just at that very moment the elevator pinged and the doors flew open revealing a soaking wet 'Probie'.

"My, my, look what came sheltering from the rain." Tony said as he swept around to face McGee.

"A wet puppy!"

McGee passed him, went over to his own desk and pushed a button on his computer. The machine came to life within seconds.

"Very funny, Tony." He replied as he grabbed the mouse and started to click his way into an old version of Microsoft. A soft sigh coming from the opposite direction of the room caught his attention and he frowned.

"Ziva?"

He looked up from his computer and stared in her direction. But all he saw was a hairy creature behind some paperwork. He then looked hopelessly at Tony.

"I know." Tony started, "She came in first today and has been working ever since."

McGee nodded his head and took a good look at Ziva again. Then he turned his attention fully back to Tony.

"Okay," he started in his sweetest voice, "This is your doing, isn't it, Tony?"

He advanced the taller man.

Tony was completely confused by this comment of McGee and took a step backwards. He threw his hands in front of him as to defend himself. "What do you mean, Probie?" he tried.

"What did you do to Ziva?" McGee asked again. His calmness made Tony even more nervous.

"What do you mean with 'what did you do to her'? I didn't do anything to her. I found her like this." Tony was dumbfounded by McGee's words and the evil sparkles in Probie's eyes weren't making things any better at all.

"I swear, if you did something to hurt her…" McGee didn't finish his sentence but instead flung himself on top of Tony who stumbled backwards and almost fell to the ground but luckily enough bumped into his own desk.

McGee then tried to hit Tony in the face with his fist but Tony, who was now lying with his back on his own desk, caught his wrist in midair and gave him a cheeky smile.

"Not bad, Probie." He teased before he leaned closer so that he could whisper in McGee's ear. "Do you like being so close to another man?"

McGee growled at this and tried to hit Tony with his fists but Tony blocked them.

"Stop with this nonsense!"

The struggling men glanced carefully at the source of the sound only to find Ziva standing inches away from them. They kept staring at her as they were studying her face and her whole frame.

"Stop this Childish behaviour and just," she stuttered at this point as she pointed her finger at the two men, "just go to work!"

The two males kept staring at her, studying her.

"What are you gawking at?"

The three of them froze at hearing the low male voice behind them. Ziva quickly turned around and walked back to her desk while McGee and Tony tried to untangle their limbs.

Tony was the first to speak. "I'm sorry, Boss. It wasn't exactly what it looked like."

Gibbs was leaning on Tony's desk and kept looking at the two males with narrowed eyes.

"Then what did it look like, Tony?" He asked huskily.

Tony stuttered, straightened his jacket and watched as McGee gave him an evil glare and sat down behind his desk. Gibbs smoothly moved to the middle of the bullpen and with this action made it possible for Tony to sit down behind his own desk and cough before starting to work.

"Ziva?"

McGee carefully peaked from behind his desk as did Tony from his at the mention of her name. Ziva swallowed before she lifted her head and dared to look at her boss.

"Yes, Gibbs." She said.

"I thought you couldn't come to work." He raised a brow at this and leaned forward, his elbow was resting on her desk but she seemed to ignore his movement and quickly grabbed some papers on her desk.

"Apparently not." She said dryly before grabbing a pencil and scribbling down some notes. Gibbs watched her for a moment and then took a deep sigh.

"Are you sure you're fit to work?" He felt a pang inside his heart at her reply and mostly because she didn't even look at him while answering his question.

"Haven't I been before."

Gibbs growled silently in the back of his throat as he made two fists and was about to hit her desk in frustration. He knew exactly what she meant. She always came to work, no matter how ill she was. He also knew the situation was no different now although she probably wasn't really ill. Perhaps just traumatised and 'By God' he needed to know if he had been the reason. He needed to know what had happened during their last mission.

He relaxed his muscles and stood up straight.

Tony and McGee watched as a very frustrated looking boss exited the room.

Not many minutes later Ziva left as well as she excused herself because she 'had to go to wash her hands or something similar to that'. Tony shrugged before he turned to McGee.

"At least she answered me where she'd go." He said.

McGee rolled his eyes. "Okay, Tony. Suppose it wasn't something you did. Then what could make her behave in such a strange way? This isn't the Ziva we're familiar with!"

"Quiet down, Probie." Tony said while waving his hands through the air.

"By the way, she doesn't look ill to me." McGee said whilst a blush spread on his face.

"I second that." Tony said. "She looked even more beautiful then ever!"

"To give a compliment like that, Tony. Are you sure that you are feeling right?" McGee said teasingly.

"No I'm not, Probie. I'm down with the flu and I'll sneeze my nose off before the day has ended." Tony laughed while saying this and McGee seemed to give a shy smile at this too.

Then Tony's face turned serious again.

"Perhaps something happened during our last mission." He suggested before he sneezed.

"Nah, I don't think so." McGee answered truthfully. "She has been with us all the time. Except from that part that we had to split up because of the terrorists and she and Gibbs escaped by climbing the balcony."

Suddenly his face dropped and he gave a worried look at Tony.

"Gibbs wouldn't hurt her, would he?"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Hello and good morning everybody! Want to hear another fantastic and monstrous soundtrack from the best band ever?" Abby bounced into the bullpen. Ducky was slowly walking behind her and looked extremely exhausted.

"Hush your bouncy behaviour, Abby. I've got a serious problem that I have to introduce to them." he piped from behind her.

"Ducky, Abby, what a surprise." Tony said coolly as he grinned at the two who had just entered the bullpen.

"Problem?" McGee asked.

"Yes, it has to do with the new case of the skinny marine wife who died very suspiciously while eating homemade spaghetti at a salsa party of her ex-boyfriend." Ducky said.

"And we have to examine this because?" Tony wanted to know and didn't finish his sentence.

"Because her ex-boyfriend gave a party to which many marine officers were invited, that's why. Hasn't Gibbs given you any instructions yet?" Ducky was surprised that no one seemed to know of the new case they had been given.

"Maybe Ziva knows more of it. She has been working all morning on something." McGee said.

"What!?" Abby suddenly chirped while she threw her hands happily in the air before giving everyone in the room a worried look. "Is Ziva back?"

Tony took a sip from his coffee before he answered with a very quiet. "It seems to be so."

Abby made a pirouette from joy. "That's great! Awesome! I have to speak to her!"

Ducky tried to hush her but he failed and Abby began to study Ziva's desk.

"Wait! Is she fully recovered yet?" she suddenly asked.

"I'm not sure." Tony replied while looking thoughtful.

Ducky shook his head at the scene in front of him and concluded that since nobody knew of the case there wasn't a single person in the room who could help him solve his problem. He had to talk to Gibbs about this. As he mindlessly walked out of the bullpen he bumped into Ziva who gave him a frightened look.

"I'm sorry!" she yelped quietly.

"No, no, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention as to where I was going." Ducky kept quiet for a moment to consider his next words. Ziva was still standing in front of him. Somehow she couldn't get herself to enter the bullpen again.

"Have you started on the new case already?" He finally dared to ask. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow in question.

"Ah, which one?" she asked.

"The one of the dead marine wife and the spaghetti salsa ex-boyfriend who ate green fries which were poisoned." Ducky said filled with unbelief.

What had she been doing all morning if there hadn't been a case to work on?

"She died eating French Fries?" Ziva asked confused.

"Green fries, Ziva. And he died eating them just after she had died eating spaghetti! Never mind it, dear. It seems that Gibbs hasn't informed you yet."

Ziva flinched at the mention of his name and Ducky watched her with interest.

"Now, now, dear. Let's go back to work." Ducky watched as Ziva quietly entered the bullpen and then he took a deep sigh.

"What is going on here?" he asked himself as he retreated.

"What did you find out?" Gibbs commanded as he entered Abby's lab.

The Goth was playing a videogame with Jimmy while Ducky was paying close attention.

"Oh Hi Gibbs! Just in time to watch me win."

The controller immediately slipped out of Abby's hands as she cheered and hugged Jimmy and Ducky.

"Again!" She finished her sentence and hugged Gibbs.

"And I lost." Jimmy sulked.

"Again." Ducky added.

"Very good Abby. But don't you guys have some work to do?" Gibbs wondered out loud.

"Well, since you failed to inform your agents of the new case we simply cannot continue our work until we've got some more information and new evidence. Until then we're stuck." Ducky said.

"And we might as well play a game." Abby chirped happily.

"What about work?" Gibbs words sounded more like a command then a question.

Ducky made a gesture and Jimmy gulped before he gave a short 'yes' and left the room.

"Well, Jethro?" Ducky asked as he walked up to him but Gibbs just gave him a blank stare.

The Scottish man turned around and made it clear that he also would leave the room.

"You wanted to know what?" Abby chirped.

"Anything new." The older man stated.

"About Ziva?" Abby chirped.

Ducky stopped his movements and froze in the doorway as he listened to the discussion behind his back.

Gibbs just glared evilly at Abby as he was fully aware that Ducky was still nearby and could hear them. Little did he know that Abby was also aware of the same fact and mentioned Ziva's name on purpose.

She quickly continued. "She hardly spoke to me. It was as if she was in some sort of a daze, she looked so confused! And the others told me she has been working all day, non-stop, but when I checked her desk it was full of papers! But not work! Just loads of old office documents. And guess what? She has been writing on the backside of the paper. All those documents were filled with fanfiction of some crime television series! She has been writing stories all day!"

Gibbs blinked.

"Fanfiction?" he asked.

"Oh Yeah." Abby continued.

"Stories written by fans about already existing series or books or even pop bands and famous actors." Abby suddenly drifted of and a dreamy expression entered her face.

"You've been writing yourself?" Gibbs asked curiously.

"Hell, yeah!" Abby replied.

"But it seems like she has been avoiding us all as much as possible." She quickly went back to their topic.

"And she flinched when I said your name." Ducky added as he came back into the room, giving Gibbs a solemn look.

"Ducky." Was all that Gibbs could say.

But Ducky had already reached him and laid his hands on the other man's shoulders. "Tell me, Gibbs. What is going on? What has happened to the poor dear? She looked so bewildered this afternoon."

Gibbs grabbed Ducky's hands and removed them from his shoulders. However, he did not release them.

"I wish I knew, Ducky." Gibbs eyes were filled with emotions and Abby felt a lump down her throat at this.

"I wish I knew."