Borrowed them for too long now my brain hurts. I don't own them, and I definitely need to return them.
Rain Rain Go Away
Tony rolls over and reaches out across the bed to find a luke warm empty space. "Ziva!" he screams into the empty room. Worry over comes him as he hears from his due at any minute wife. "Ziva!" he tries again.
"In the shower Tony. I'll be out in five minutes." She yells from within the bathroom.
"Okay," he says to himself before flipping on the TV.
For the next few minutes Tony lies on the bed watching the local news. He takes note as the weatherman announces a rainy afternoon. With his attention on the sports new so he does not here Ziva enter the room. "Anything interesting?" she asks sitting down on the bed.
"Nothing new," he says resting his hand along her stomach. "Wow its sure active today,"
"Yeah, I was hoping today would be the day, but judging by the fact that I can still feel it kicking my ribs. I don't think so." she says standing up to grab her clothing.
"Well maybe tonight you and I can work on getting things started," he says with a growl and a wink.
"Yes maybe Tony," she says sitting down again to put on her shorts.
Noting the frustration in his wife's voice he crawls toward her and wraps his arms around her. "Don't worry ninja. Our baby will come when it's ready." He gives her a quick peck on the cheek before moving down to address their baby. "However could you make it soon before we get another case."
"Tony stop using our child to get out of work. Now go dive into the shower or you'll be late for work." Ziva says pushing him off the bed.
"It's jump in, and I'll be right back," he says grabbing a fresh towel on his way to the bathroom.
After an awakening 20 minutes in the shower Tony steps out, and enters the once again silent room. Determining that she must have gone down for breakfast he proceeds to dress and heads downstairs. As he makes his way into the kitchen the smell of bacon and eggs fill his nostrils. Letting him know his favorite meal of bacon, egg, and cheese wrap is being made. "Did you leave me any?" he asks noting the large half eaten wrap in her hands.
"Yes Tony I did. I may be pregnant but I am not going to let you starve to death, obviously," Ziva says gesturing to his pooch." Tony unconsciously rubs his extra width around the middle while he silently makes his way to the stove.
"Thank you sweet cheeks," he says while completing his wrap.
"You're welcome my little furry bear." She watches him wrap up his breakfast then grab his backpack and an umbrella. "You are not eating with me?"
"Cant Gibbs has us coming in early." Ziva nods her head in understanding.
"And the Umbrella?" she asks while pushing herself up from the table.
"It's going to rain today," he says with a smirk as she rolls her eyes.
"Tony look outside does it look like it is going to rain?" she asks turning his head toward the bay window. Looking outside Tony knows logically with the sun shining and cloud free sky it seems that no rain should occur, but he wants to be prepared.
"Well no, but can never be too prepared," he says moving his head to look back at his wife.
"Okay my little boy scout, have fun at work," Ziva says patting his cheek before pulling him in for a kiss.
"Never without you my ninja," he replies before exiting out the door with the umbrella.
Ziva waves goodbye from the front door as she watches Tony pulling out of the driveway. Watching him turn the corner off their street she heads back inside to face another boring day of maternity leave. She spends sometime cleaning up the home and once again organizing the nursery, but soon her attention turns to research. Mainly getting her child out of her. "What do you say Tetalah. We've already tried exercise, spicy food, and your Abba, what is it going to take to get you out of me?" she asks her stomach just as a loud crack of thunder shakes the house and the baby gives a swift kick in response. "Hey it's okay," she says rubbing the spot from the most recent kick.
Deciding after another hour of research that nothing is going to move their child along she heads to the living room grabbing a few books along the way. Making herself comfortable Ziva curls up with her book, a blanket covering her, and one hand rubbing her constantly moving stomach. Unable to concentrate on her book, she moves between perusing the few magazines lying around, and flipping through the T.V. channels for the next few hours. Frustrated by her lack of concentration Ziva throws the current unread book in her hand and is about to reach for the remove when a knock at the door gains her attention.
Not expecting anyone her senses go on alert as she prepares herself for whatever or whoever is on the other side of the door. Looking through the peephole she is surprised to find her silver haired boss on the other side. "Gibbs," she says as she opens the door.
"Hey Ziver are you going to let me in. It's starting to rain," Gibbs says hinting to the fact that she's standing in the middle of the doorway.
"Of course, but I have to ask, what are you doing here? Tony said you had him come in early," Ziva says watching him carrying in a large unmarked box.
"I did. I had to get him out of the house somehow. After his helping with the dresser I figured it was safer to put the Crib together myself," he says reminding them both of Tony's broken thumb.
"That is a very good point," she says following him to the nursery.
"Now you sit. I'll be done in just a few minutes," he says gesturing to the rocking chair giving her a silent look for added emphasis.
"Yes boss," she laughs making herself comfortable.
Over the next thirty minutes she watches him put her child's crib together. She takes in the special details of a Hebrew lullaby carved into the headboard. With one final screw Gibbs announces he's finished and turns back to look at his agent. "It's beautiful Gibbs. Thank you so much for doing this," Ziva says as she gets up from the rocking chair with his help.
"Well I'm glad you like it since I don't have much time to change things," he laughs commenting on her well overdue stomach.
"I don't know. I am still getting kicked in the Ribs," she laughs while rubbing her stomach.
"Shannon hated that, but also loved every minute," Gibbs says smiling at the memory of feeling his daughter's kicks.
"I know what you mean. I don't think I would give up these days for anything in the world," She says watching as she attaches the Ohio State Mobile.
"Tony's Input?" he asks.
"Yes I had to let him have a little," she says leaning over the side of the crib. "Thank you Gibbs."
"I was glad to do it Ziver," he says kissing her forehead.
They both go silent as the look at the crib now waiting for a child. Ziva begins to play with the mini plush basketballs and Brutus the Buckeye causing a smile to break out on Gibb's face, as her own face lights up like a little girl on Christmas morning. As she moves her fingers over the carved figures tears begin to form in her eyes. "Ziver what's wrong?" he asks wrapping his arms around her.
"Everything you've done for us. It's all too much, we could never repay you," she says crying into his shoulder.
"I don't want anything in return. I'm just glad I can do this for a daughter in my lifetime," he says pulling her tighter into his embrace. The two remain within each other's embrace until a softened groan from the ex-mossad officer forces them to separate. "You okay Ziver," he asks watching as her hand once again goes to her stomach.
"I am fine. As Tony would say it's the baby practicing their ninja moves," she laughs before taking another deep breath.
Noticing something familiar Gibbs places his hands on either side of her stomach and feels her once soft stomach go rock hard. "Ziva this isn't just kicking. Judging by what I feel I think you in labor."
"No it can't be I've had none of the stereo symptoms," she says adamantly.
"It's typical, but with your tolerance for pain nothing is typical. How long has this been going on?"
"Well I think since about five this morning. That is at least when they woke me up," she says brushing off the concerned look in his eye.
"You've been in labor for six hours," he screams out of shock.
"Okay we're going to the hospital, and no there's no room for argument." Ziva's mouth closes as an immediate reaction to his tone. "My car's out front. Do you think you can make it down," he says already leading them downstairs.
"Gibbs I think it would be best to take my care since it's already packed," Ziva laughs as she watches her boss go a little off the deep end.
"Right" he says steering them toward the red mini in the garage.
As the car pulls out of the garage rain drops begin to pelt the windshield. Ziva watches the drops slide down the windshield letting out slow deep breaths in order to calm her nerves. Sensing her distress Gibbs reaches over and grabs her hand in his. "Don't worry you'll do great" he says giving her hand a squeeze. She gives him a small smile in response before turning her attention back to the windshield.
Over the next twenty minutes the car remains silent except for Ziva's breathing and the few cracks of thunder from outside. Eventually he pulls up to the entrance of Norfolk Naval Hospital. "Will you be okay to walk in, while I go park?" he asks gesturing to the front door.
"I will be okay to walk," she says already opening the door.
"Okay I'll meet you in there," he says as she shuts the door and makes her way inside.
Ziva hears the car pull away just as the automatic doors open. She looks around and notices the front desk where a few nurses are sitting. "Hi how may we help you today?" the nurse asks.
"Yes I need to register I think I'm in labor." Ziva says calmly causing the young nurse to look strangely at her.
"We can help you with that. What is your last name?"
"DiNozzo," she answers glancing back at the doors.
"How you spell that?"
"Big D little i Big N little ozzo." After some quick work Ziva sees the color on the screen change reflected on the nurse's face.
"Here we are, Ziva?"
"Yes I should already be registered under Dr. Bridge," she says watching the nurse nod.
"We've got all your information here. If you'll just hand me your arm I'll put on your I.D. band then I'll have Theresa here take you up to labor and delivery," the nurse says securing the wristband. "There we go. Theresa can you help Mrs. DiNozzo up to Labor and Delivery Room 617," the woman says as the orderly rounds the corner pushing a wheel chair.
"Do you have any bags?" Theresa asks helping her to sit.
"I do." Gibbs says gesturing to the black bag in his hand.
"Thank you Gibbs," Ziva says as they all move towards the elevator.
The elevator dings as it arrives on the sixth floor. Upon opening they're greeted by another nurse who leads them to a room. "Here we are. I'm sorry sir, but you'll need to wait out here while we get Mrs. DiNozzo settled." The other nurse says preventing Gibbs from entering the Room.
"Of course," he replies dropping the bag at his feet as the nurse enters the room closing the door behind her. Taking a deep breath Gibbs rests against the wall as he pulls Ziva's cell phone from his pocket.
Inside the room Theresa helps Ziva into a gown and onto the bed as the other nurse preps the room and equipment. "Ziva is it?" I'm Lt. Jessica Handler. I'll be your nurse for the rest of the night. Now we'll start an I.V, and I've got a monitor I'll need to strap to you. Do you know where the baby is right now?" Lt Handler asks strapping the monitor around her.
"Yes it's sitting more towards my left," Ziva says gesturing to a low spot on her belly on the left hand side. Securing the straps the Lieutenant looks up and notices a strong heart beat on the monitor.
"Good it takes some mothers a couple of times to find their little ones," she laughs. "Do you know what you're having?"
"We decided to be surprised, but I think we're both hoping for a boy since we haven't come up with any first name for a girl," Ziva laughs as she watches the nurse insert the I.V.
"I understand that's how my sister was. So how long do you think you've been in labor?" she asks moving to check Ziva's progress.
"I want to say…" Ziva says taking a breath as she feels the odd sensation. "Five or six hours."
"And you're not in pain. Wow!" After a few more moments of silence Lt. Handler looks up at Ziva with a smile. "Well you're definitely in labor. I say you're about five and a half centimeters, which is pretty good and you're about minus one so I would say that you should be having this baby some time tonight," she says throwing the gloves away. "I'll go let your…"
"Boss," Ziva says adjusting the head of the bed.
"I'll let your boss know you're all settled," She says before exiting the room.
Gibbs nods his understanding as the nurse passes by and signals that it's okay for him to enter. "Tony once you get this call me back." He says frustrated by his lack of connection with the father to be. Sighing he grabs the bag at his feet and heads into the room. "So what's the verdict?" Gibbs asks placing the bag on an empty chair. "Halfway there. Were you able to get a hold of Tony?" she asks.
"Bad connection, but I called Abby and told her to go by the scene to grab him. Wouldn't you know after all this wait you go into labor when we start a new case," he laughs sitting down in the chair next to the bed. Ziva nods her head before letting out a laugh causing her to get a quizzical look from Gibbs.
"Only Tony's child would be born during a storm and at the start of a case." A smirk begins to form on the stone face as he thinks about the DiNozzo of it all. "Gibbs can you help me up, I need to use the bathroom?" she asks already moving herself to sit up.
"Sure, okay one…two…three," he says pulling her to a standing position.
"Thank you. I think I have it from here," she says shuffling her way to the small bathroom. After a few minutes Ziva calls for help once again. With swift maneuvers he pulls her up and they start to make their way out of the bathroom when a loud gasp emits from Ziva and a wet sensation enters Gibbs' shoes. "I am so sorry Gibbs," Ziva says realizing what's happened.
"It's not your fault. Why don't we get you back to bed, and I'll go get the nurse and maybe a new pair of shoes," he says heading outside. He informs the nurse of what's happened and after being handed a bio hazard bag and a pair of sandals he heads to the bathroom while the nurse heads to Ziva's room for a quick check.
Before he exits he can already hear familiar voices coming from the other side of the door. "Yaay I can't believe you're about to become a daddy Tony," he hears Abby say excitedly as they walk by the bathroom door.
"Thanks Abby. Now where are the nurses I need to see my wife," Tony says exasperated at the lack of information being given to him.
"Room 617. The nurse is in with her now," Gibbs says walking up to the duo.
"Thank you Boss," Tony says hugging the man then rushing into the room.
Gibbs watches his senior agent run towards his wife before turning his attention to his favorite non-Goth forensic scientist. "Can you believe it Gibbs I'm going to be Aunty Abby. Oh I can't wait," Abby says jumping up and down.
"I know Abs but you've got to calm down. The baby is not going to be here for several more hours. Just be patient the baby will be here and then you can spoil it rotten," Gibbs says leading her to the waiting room.
"Gibbs what happened to your shoes?" she asks looking at the sandals on his feet.
Inside the room the minute he sees his wife Tony rushes toward her and envelops her in an Abby-esk hug. "Oh I'm so glad you're okay. How is everything? Are you okay? How long have you been in labor? Why didn't you call me? How far along are you? Has your water broken yet?" he asks all at once as he takes a hold of her hand not daring to let go.
"I am fine Tony there is no need to go crazy. I've been in labor since this morning. And I didn't tell you because I didn't know. Gibbs is the one who figured it out. By the last check I'm now a full Six centimeters and yes all over Gibbs' shoes," she says with an embarrassed smile. Tony breaks out into his own grins as he remembers the now sandal wearing boss.
"Well at least I'm here now for the most important part he says leaning in for a quick kiss. "Are you ready for this Ninja?" Tony asks rubbing the top of her gown covered stomach.
"As I'll ever be, what are we going to do about a name for a girl? I know we've decided Jennifer for a middle name. What suggestions do you have," she says pulling him to sit down next to her.
"What about Delilah, we could call her D.J." he says grimacing as the grip on his hand tightens.
"Oww. Oh wow this hurts," she says gritting her teeth as she attempts to breath.
"That's it just breath in and out. Just like they taught us," Tony says locking eyes with his wife. Her eyes stay locked on his as he continues to breathe with her. His thumb rubs the back of her hand as he watches the contraction start to taper off. "You did it," he says with a smile.
"Okay that hurt," she says adjusting her position to find something more comfortable.
"It can't be that bad. I mean you have been tortured," he teases his ninja assassin that may not be able to take a little labor pain.
Ziva's face turns to a hard glare as she gestures for him to come closer to her. Once he's in the right position she gives him the hardest head slap he's ever received.
"Oww Zeevah," he says rubbing his now sore head.
"You try pushing something out of you the size of Gibbs' boat through a small hole and see how that feels," she groans out as she feels another contraction starting to peak.
Over the next few hours, outside the room the rest of the team slowly gathers in the waiting room. "Any news yet Jethro?" Ducky asks being the last to arrive.
"Nothing yet Ducky, last we heard she was close, and so they kicked us out," Abby grumbles sadly as he head rest in her hands which rest upon her knees.
"Well my dear Abigail I'm sure this will all happen rather quickly. This reminds me of my cousin's delivery. She was in labor for 36 hours. Her husband came out bruised and bloodied." Ducky says laughing at the memory.
"I wouldn't be surprised if that happens to Tony. That or he'll have a broken hand," Gibbs laughs looking down the hallway towards the room.
Tony winces once again as his hand is crushed in Ziva's vice like grip. He dares not say anything for fear of what his wife may do. He has already had a punch to the stomach and few contractions ago he nearly missed getting a black eye. Ziva lets out a load groan as the latest contraction hits its peak. She rolls closer to the railing in order to find some relief from the pressure. "I hate you Tony," she grinds out hitting his hand against the metal railing.
"Ziva that hurts," he says working his hand out of her grasp. With one cold glare Tony knows he's made the wrong move. "I'm sorry Zee. What can I do for you? How about some ice," Tony says grapping the cup on the table next to him.
"No. Get the doctor I think it's time," she says rolling on her back.
He rushes out of the room without a single word, and within minutes he returns with the nurse and doctor hot on his heels. "I hear we're ready to have a baby," Dr. Bridge says as she enters the room.
"I think so. I really need to push," Ziva says once again taking a hold of Tony's hand.
"Well don't push yet. Let me check you," the doctor says while slipping on her robe.
"Okay just hurry up."
The doctor makes quick working of checking her, and with a quick nod to the nurse the room begins to bustle with activity. Lt Handler brings in another nurse and soon Tony is instructed to help Ziva into a partial sitting position. "Now Ziva when a contraction start you take a deep breath hold it and push while your husband counts to ten," she says positioning Ziva's hands on the back of her knees. "Okay looks like we've got one coming now. Good deep breath. Good now push as hard as you can."
"Great Ziva, 10….9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1." The hair on Tony's face flutters as Ziva lets out the breath she was holding.
"That was good Ziva. A few more good pushes and you'll have your baby," the doctor says patting her leg.
"Oh here it comes again," she says automatically grabbing her legs and pushing.
"Okay 10….9….8…"
Tony continues counting over the next forty five minutes while Ziva's pushes increase in intensity. "This is it Zee our baby's almost here I can see it's spiky black hair," he says in between counting.
"Oh no it's got your hair," she teases while giving a final push to reveal the head.
"Great job. Now don't push with the next contraction. Just breathe through it, and I'm going to adjust the shoulders," the doctor says suctioning the baby's nose and mouth. Seeing the pain flash across his wife's face as the doctor helps their child into the world, Tony brushes the stray hairs from her face hoping to help with the comforting gesture. "Alright here we go Ziva. Just give a little push, and we'll have a baby." On the next contraction Ziva gathers her remaining strength to continue pushing until she feels the small body sip from her and its cries quickly fill the room.
Between an over caffeinated Forensic Scientist and a talkative medical examiner Gibbs feels he's about to go insane. He knows he's nervous, but nothing like an expectant father, more like an expectant grandfather. Yes definitely a grandfather. Ziva's like a daughter to him why shouldn't he have this feeling of joy at his grandchild entering the world. He looks over at the room once more, hoping to see a doctor or a nurse come out showing some form of an answer of what is going on. Just as he is about to turn his gaze away he sees the door open and his Senior Agent step out with a small wrapped bundle in his arms.
Abby is the first to rush over dragging McGee behind her. They're followed quickly by Palmer and Ducky, and last Gibbs follows them all as they gather around the new father. "What is it?" Abby asks as she pushes back of the blanket.
"Everybody meet our son, Roni Jethro DiNozzo," Tony says proudly turning his son towards the team; then looking up at his mentor and father figure with a knowing smile on his face. He had finally joined the club.