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Late Nite Munchies

It started about her fourth month in. For the first few months it was relatively easy going. Well that is the times when morning sickness didn't get to her at every little thing. Tony and Ziva were enjoying their time as soon to be parents, looking at baby names and preparing the nursery. In the early mornings Tony would hold back Ziva's hair and rub her back as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Then they would go back to bed and lay there wrapped in each other's arms, their hands resting atop their unborn child.

Early one morning Tony was awoken my stirrings next to him. Expecting to hear the now well known rush to the bathroom he is pleasantly surprised to find Ziva curling more into his side. Happy that the morning had not brought a trip to the bathroom, he rolls over and places his hand upon her stomach. His fingers spread out and found that some had to reach higher to reach their destination. Smiling in his half waken state Tony took pride in the fact that the bump was starting to form.
After a tough day at work Tony and Ziva stopped off at their favorite sandwich shop. Tony had ordered his regular meat eater special, while Ziva started off with a basic chicken sandwich. By the time she had finished "adding on" her basic chicken sandwich had turned into a chicken sandwich with avocado, bacon, jalapeños, mayo ketchup and hot sauce. "Uh Ziva are you really going to eat that?" he asked with a disgusted look on his face.
"Yes and leave me alone about it. I'm hungry," she replied taking her sandwich and biting into it.
Grimacing at the orange and green mixture sitting at the corner of her mouth, he kept his mouth silent and took a bite of his own sandwich.
Over the next couple of weeks Tony began to notice little changes occurring in his wife's diet. First with breakfast there were the extra pop tarts from his secret stash. Then for lunch there were steak sandwiches with guacamole, and dinner was anything Italian. Although the biggest change he saw was in an afternoon snack. Now it was not unusual for Ziva to have fruit around, but her recent cravings brought a need to have all fruits with cottage cheese. A fact that Tony could not help but find disgusting, and he let her know by making gagging noises whenever she would eat it in front of him. Though if she asked he would not be one to deny her the food.

It was early in the morning one night, and Tony had only been asleep for a couple of hours when he was awoken by a soft poking in his ribs. "Whaaat!" he mumbled into his pillow.
"Tony I'm hungry," Ziva said moving her hand along his back.
"Now. Can't you wait till morning," he questioned while taking a glance at the clock on the nightstand.
"Please my little furry bear I'll make it up to you," she whispered into his ear.
He took one look at her and weakened, her brown eyes silently pled her favor. "Alright what do you want?" he asked throwing the sheets from him.
"A banana split with red chili flakes," she said wrapping the blankets tighter around her.
"But Zeevah we don't have any of that stuff. I'll have to go to the grocery store, and it's the dead of winter out there," he whined hoping she would change her mind.
"I know and I'm sorry, but the baby really wants it." he rolled his eyes at her pout before slipping on his jeans.
"I'll be back," he impersonated the terminator before giving her a kiss and leaving the bedroom.

He arrived back home to an eager wife waiting at the door with bowl and spoon in hand. "Hey I thought you would be asleep by now," Tony said walking with her to the kitchen.
"Why would you think that? I am very hungry," Ziva stated while scooping out the ice cream.
"Well that's usually what happens in the movies when the wife sends out the husband on a midnight food run."
"Well Tony I hate to disappoint you, but we are not a movie, and besides the baby is not letting me sleep anyway," she said taking a bite of her sundae.
"Is that any good?" he asked watching as she put more red pepper on the sundae.
"Yep, you want to try some?" she laughed while holding up an offering.
"No thanks. I'm going to head to bed. I'll see you in a few minutes." Placing a kiss on her head he headed upstairs stripping his clothes along the way.

Over the next few months Tony catered to every unusual food craving. Most of which were coming in the middle of the night. As winter began to move into spring Ziva's desires began to change to. She went from wanting ice cream with red pepper flakes to anything and everything with barbecue sauce. Her favorite was brisket from a hole in the wall joint a couple of blocks from their home. Tony watched her barbecue craving take over their home. Their kitchen was stocked with twelve different types of sauces and different kinds of meat. He was sure that with the amount of food that they were consuming that there was no longer a baby in her belly but a calf.

Though Tony found her recent cravings much more palatable he found that they were taking a toll on his sleep patterns. He would try to catch a bit of Zs every now and then, but nothing seemed to do. It happened one day; he finally had hit the wall. They had wrapped up the case early in the morning so everyone decided to take an early lunch. While Gibbs and McGhee had left the building Ziva and Tony had stayed behind. Ziva sat at her desk laughing at the glazed over look in her husband's eyes. "Tony why don't you take a dog nap. I promise to wake you up when Gibbs gets back." she said seeing him nodding off.
"Dinozzo," Gibbs yelled while slamming his head down on the desk waking the agent in the process.
"Sorry boss. I'll get right on it," Tony said wiping the drool off his cheek. Looking around he noticed that besides Gibbs he was the only other person in the bullpen. "Where's Ziva?"
"It's not my job to keep track of your wife Dinozzo." Gibbs said pointedly as he sat down at his desk.
"Right boss," he mumbled to himself as he stood up to look around hoping to catch sight of his missing wife.
"Looking for someone?" he heard the mumbled question from behind him, making him jump.
"Yeah you where have you been?"

"Well you fell asleep and since I had finished my lunch I went down to see Abby. Then for the past 10 minutes I've been looking for something to eat." Ziva replied rubbing her stomach.
"Something to eat. You just ate a whole goat," Tony said earning him a hurt look from Ziva.
"You try growing a Dinozzo in you, and then see how much you eat." she stamped her foot while adding extra emphasis to her glare. "Now if you'll excuse me I still need to find something to eat." She turned on her heel and started to make her way to the vending machine, when Gibbs' voice stopped her.
"Ziver desk." She looked down and saw a container of Mac and Cheese sitting on her desk.
"Thank you Gibbs," she said sitting down at her desk and pulling a plastic fork out of her drawer.
Tony watched his wife satisfied at the food in front of her, and then glanced over at the team leader with a questioning look in his eyes. "Shannon used to crave Mac and Cheese." Gibbs said satisfying Tony's question.
"You know Tony this is really good. You should learn to make this." Ziva said with a mouth full of noodle.
"Ziva it's Mac and Cheese it's easy." Tony replied with a grin on his face.

Truth be told thinking it was easy was easy, but making it was an entirely different story for Tony. Sure he had made the blue box more than once in college, but his pregnant wife was demanding homemade gourmet goodness. Something he found very difficult by looking at the garbage bags full of unwanted Mac and Cheese. By her seventh and half month Tony had eventually reached old southern cook in his skills. He could make the dish in his sleep and a few times he had.
The weather had begun to change outside. Instead of the nice cool breezes and warm sun of spring it had turned into the hot muggy weather of summer. Something Ziva found to be very uncomfortable which caused yet another change in her cravings. Tony though understanding found it hard to transition from late night cooking to late night shopping. With the hot weather Ziva required anything and everything cold, especially Popsicles.

One night Tony was awoken from his peaceful sleep on the couch by a call for Popsicles. He tried first at the store closest to their home, but found disappointment when he found their freezer sections down. His second and third attempts either found empty freezers or a closed store.
After driving about thirty minutes away he found an open store with a fully stocked freezer. He decided to grab a few regular, odd flavors, and on the safe side double fudge popsicles. Returning home he found his wife sound asleep on their bed, so he put away the groceries then climbed in along side of her. The next morning he knew for the rest of the pregnancy he was done for. Ziva was sitting at the breakfast table eating a double fudge pop while an empty box lay next to her.