She got to her house, with tears in her eyes. She couldn't get that picture out of her mind: singing over her dead brother's body, a brother she had loved deeply and that had died at her hands. That made her feel sick to her stomach. The only thing she could do right now was take the pregnancy test and find out if what happened after she left Gibbs' house would stay as a one-night-stand or would turn into a lifetime of reminders of that painful, but yet beautiful night.

"Wait three to five minutes before checking the stick" Those would be the longest three to five minutes of her life. But she had to know. She had to. Thoughts about the result kept popping into her head, but the more pressing one was how to tell her own father. "The only way to keep this from him…", she thought, "would be to run away and not even tell him I'm pregnant". She couldn't see another way out, especially knowing how he'd react if he did find out.

Five minutes later, her live changed forever.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no….." She knelt down and started crying. She practically collapsed when the stick turned pink. "I can't be pregnant. Please! I just can't!" Panic took over her. She started shaking and her mind was spinning, she was dizzy and confused. After crying for 30 minutes straight, she lay down on the floor, tired, and stayed there until she fell asleep. About 45 minutes later, she woke up, her eyes burning and swollen from all the crying, she took the pregnancy test and sat on her bed. She stared at the stick for a good 10 minutes thinking about nothing. Her mind was literally blank, trying to process how such an insignificant thing as a pink strip could have so much meaning and change someone's life, her life, forever.

She came down the stairs, not removing her eyes from her dead brother's body. Gibbs looked at her and saw a woman in real pain. The kind of pain that is present in someone when they lose a loved one.

"His father is the Deputy Director in Mossad?" He asked.

"Yes". Her voice was breaking.

"Not David?" He was a bit confused by the whole situation.

"Yes. He's my half brother."

Her expression broke him; he could tell she was about to cry. He looked at Ari, then back at her and, as he was leaving, he grabbed her thumb as a way of showing her how sorry he was that she had to do this.

After staying with Ari for a while, she went upstairs to talk to Gibbs. He was sitting on his couch drinking coffee, trying to let what had just happened sink in. Since she'd been crying a little, her eyes were red and a bit swollen, something Gibbs noticed.

"There's tea in the kettle, if you want some" He sounded sincere and like he truly cared.

"Thank you" That's all she could manage to say under the circumstances.

She poured herself a cup of tea and joined the silver-haired man on the couch. "Gibbs, I'd like to ask you a favor. I'd very much appreciate it if we could keep this between us in order to avoid an international incident". She was speaking the truth, but she was also scared of her father's reaction. It was better for everyone to think that Gibbs had killed Ari, since it would be more believable and would raise fewer questions. "I agree". Gibbs not only shared her opinion about the problem, but felt kind of sorry for her, too.

After she finished her tea, she called the Israeli Embassy in D.C to tell them what'd happened. They sent a couple of agents to escort his body back to the Embassy and arranged for Ziva to take him back to Tel Aviv. She thanked Gibbs silently, just by looking at him, and then walked away. She knew he wouldn't let her down, not on this. She knew that the final report would say that Gibbs killed Ari and not Ziva. He had trusted her with his life, now it was her turn to trust him.

Three hours.

That's how long it'd been since she found out she was having a baby with a guy she'd only known for twenty-four hours. A guy she may or may not have feelings for. Someone she didn't even know she liked or not. Could she even call him a friend? She wasn't sure. She didn't know if he was in a relationship or involved with someone, or if he would want the baby. "Probably not", she thought. And if he did, would he be a good father? Or be the kind that stuck around only because he felt it was "the right thing to do" as opposed to actually wanting to be there? She couldn't be sure of anything right now. Hell, she wasn't even sure if this was all a dream; after all, it felt too surreal to be a part of her everyday life.

But there was nothing she could do, except come to terms with what was happening and figure out what to do next. "Baby steps" she said and smiled when she realized the words she'd used. She had to be smart, though. She knew that pregnancy tests could result in false positives, so she grabbed her phone and called her doctor to schedule an appointment for a sonogram. She managed to get one for that Friday. Until then, she had to assume the pregnancy test was accurate and take care of herself the way a pregnant woman would.

Friday morning would've been like any other day if it hadn't been for the fact that she had a doctor's appointment. Ziva had told her father she'd be late for work because she needed to run some errands. She had to lie to him; otherwise he'd get suspicious and start digging around until he found out the truth. That day was a good day, meaning she wasn't feeling sick or dizzy or having those crazy-weird cravings that usually struck after midnight. She almost didn't feel pregnant.

Almost.

When she got to Dr. Ebbs' office, she saw a tall, thin, wise-looking woman wearing a white coat. She had a feeling she could trust her, but if there was anything she'd learned from her Mossad training, it was to never trust a person on your first meeting, no matter how nice they seemed. But she didn't really have a choice now, did she? This was the woman who would tell her if she was expecting a baby or not, there was not much room for doubting her knowledge on the subject.

"Good morning, Ms. David. How are you feeling this morning?" The doctor sounded kind and sweet.

"I'm good, thank you. No nausea today. I guess that's a good thing, right?" She wanted to sound happy about the pregnancy, but, instead, she was coming off hesitant about it.

"Yeah! It's a good thing!" The doctor noticed Ziva's tone of voice and knew this was something she probably hadn't planned on. "Is something wrong? I have the feeling that you're not very…. excited, maybe?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, well… I still can't believe this is happening, so…" Ziva was definitely nervous and scared about this new chapter in her life and the doctor picked up on that.

"Well, then let's get this sonogram started and clear all doubt, ok?" Even Ziva couldn't deny this lady was sweet. "The gel is going to be a bit cold"

"Ok…. Oh! That's cold." Ziva smiled a bit.

"Alright! Let's take a look, shall we?"

Dr. Ebbs started scanning her abdomen and the picture showed up on the screen of the monitor. In the center, she saw the little baby that was growing inside Ziva and proceeded to show her.

"Ziva, you see this shape that kind of looks like a peanut?" Since the doctor knew that Ziva was hoping she wasn't pregnant, she tried to break the news as gently as possible.

"Yes, I do." They both remained quiet. Ziva because she knew, she just did. And the doctor because she was trying to let Ziva process what she was seeing. "That's the baby, isn't it?" Her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to shed them.

"Yes. You're about six weeks along." Ziva didn't make eye contact; she just looked up at the ceiling. "Are you ok, Ziva? Do you want to discuss your options?"

"No, I… I'm fine. Thank you…. Can I…. Can I go now?" She just wanted to leave and go back to work and forget about this for a few hours. That's what she did in situations like these: she avoided facing the problem, buried her emotions and did something to take her mind off of it.

"Uhm… sure. If you have any questions, call me, please" The doctor seemed concerned about Ziva and how she'd reacted, but knew there was nothing she could do about it. Now, it was up to Ziva to decide what she wanted for her and the baby.

With a positive pregnancy test and a sonogram picture of her six-week-old unborn baby, Ziva walked to her car and decided to spend that day as if nothing had happened.

She was in complete denial.