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Watch The World Burn

2 Months Later…

(8th month of pregnancy)

After her incident in Autopsy two months ago, Ziva had grown accustomed to not going to work. She indulged herself by sleeping in, usually until ten or eleven, and then she would get up for the day. After she had showered and dressed she would usually pick up lunch for the team and take it to the office. She would stay down in Abby's lab until Gibbs let Abby go. Usually, they would go shopping for baby clothes after Abby was done working and occasionally Abby would make Ziva shop for new clothes for her for after the baby arrived.

On days when the team had a case Ziva would usually go to the hospital and spend time with Tony, telling him how the baby was doing and things that were happening.

It was a Friday when Ziva decided to stay home and clean. Abby had offered to help, but Ziva had declined. She knew from that baby books that she read that she was nesting, getting ready for her baby's arrival.

After she had cleaned as much as she could, Ziva got into the shower and let the warm water wash the dirt and grime away. She winced as the baby kicked particularly hard. The baby had been acting up all day and Ziva was at a loss to explain why.

Gibbs looked up from his desk, feeling restless. His gut had been bothering him all day. He had called and checked on Ziva, who had insisted that she was fine and had told him that she was getting in the shower. He had called the hospital as well and Raquel had assured him that, besides being in a coma, Tony was perfectly fine. McGee was in the lab with Abby and Lee and Langer (Ziva's temporary replacement) were at their desks filing paperwork. Jenny was upstairs in MTAC on a conference call with SecNav and Cynthia was with her, but he knew something bad was going to happen.

Ziva was just getting out of the shower when she heard a noise in the kitchen. She quickly pulled her on her robe and cautiously peered out into the hallway. She had left her gun and knife in the living room, so she had no way of protecting herself. She slowly and quietly made her way down the hallway and peeked around the corner into the kitchen.

"Asaph?" Ziva asked, stepping into view.

Meanwhile at the hospital, Tony's hand began to twitch.

"Ziva," Asaph said, pulling a gun out of his pocket, "slih'a." He pulled the trigger and Ziva fell to the side just in time and the bullet shattered a lamp and Ziva could feel pieces of glass cut her face. Ziva waited until she heard Asaph leave until she got up. She had left her phone in the bathroom so she turned to get it. She hadn't even walked two steps when she felt something trickle down her leg. She felt with her hand and it came away covered in blood. Suddenly, her whole stomach cramped painfully and she placed her hand against the wall to steady herself, smearing blood as she did. She made it two more steps before she collapsed.

In the hospital Tony's eyes suddenly flew open and he began to choke on the ventilator. Three nurses rushed into the room, Raquel among them.

"Okay, Tony, when I say go, cough as hard as you can," Raquel said as she placed her hands on the tube to remove it. "Go," Raquel said and Tony coughed loudly and hard as Raquel pulled the tube out.

"Ziva," gasped as a nurse tried to give him a drink of water. Tony refused the water and grabbed Raquel's hand. "Call Gibbs, something's wrong with Ziva." Raquel saw the desperation in his eyes.

"I will," she said and Tony surrendered himself to the nurses.

Gibbs had resorted to pacing across the bullpen when his phone rang.

"Yeah, Gibbs?" Gibbs said, answering his phone.

"Agent Gibbs? This is Raquel, Tony's nurse from the hospital. Tony's awake, but he's insisting that something is wrong with Ziva and wants you to check on her," Raquel said. Gibbs had hung up before Raquel finished. He ran to his desk, grabbed his gun and called McGee as he sprinted to the steps.

"Meet me at the car, now," Gibbs said, not even giving McGee a chance to answer. When he got to the garage McGee already had the car started and was sitting in the passenger's seat. Gibbs threw himself into the car and slammed the gearshift into reverse.

"Boss," McGee said, panic evident at the edge of his voice. "What's wrong?"

"Tony woke up, insisted something was wrong with Ziva," Gibbs said.

"The baby," McGee breathed with realization. "But it's not time yet."

"Ya think, McGee?" Gibbs said through clenched teeth as he made a left hand turn on a red light in front of an eighteen wheeler.

When Gibbs and McGee arrived at Ziva's apartment complex they approached her door with guns drawn. The door was slightly open, and Gibbs knew that something had to be wrong.

"Ziva?" Gibbs called though the crack in the door. There was no answer and Gibbs heard no movement from within. Gibbs signaled McGee to cover him and he pushed the door open further, his gun leading the way.

The first thing that Gibbs and McGee saw was the bloody smear on the wall.

"Clear," McGee called from the kitchen.

"McGee," Gibbs called from the hallway. McGee ran over to where Gibbs was standing and saw the unconscious Ziva in a heap on the floor in a puddle of blood. "Get her out to the car," Gibbs growled as he stepped around her and went into the bathroom and returned with a towel to find that McGee had already scooped her limp body up into his arms.

As McGee carried Ziva to the car she moaned, but didn't wake up. On the way to the car Gibbs had called Metro PD and a squad car was waiting outside to escort them to the hospital.

Halfway there, McGee noticed that Ziva was bleeding again.

"Boss, we've got a problem," McGee said. Gibbs didn't look back but reached across the seat and threw the towel that he had taken from Ziva's bathroom back to McGee. McGee placed the towel in between Ziva's legs, who moaned once again but did not wake up.

When they arrived at the hospital there was an emergency team waiting in the ambulance bay. On of the nurses opened the door and took Ziva from McGee and placed her on the gurney.

"What do we have?" a doctor asked.

"Twenty-nine year old female, thirty-two weeks pregnant with unknown injuries," Gibbs replied, giving them the information that he knew they needed.

"What's her name?" one of the nurses asked as they rushed her inside.

"Ziva," Gibbs called. The doctor began yelling orders as they rushed Ziva away from Gibbs and McGee and into the ER.

An hour late no one had heard anything about Ziva. After they had arrived at the hospital McGee had called Jenny and told her to bring Abby and Ducky to the hospital. When Abby had arrived at the hospital, she took one look at Ziva's bloody clothes and had thrown herself into Gibbs's arms, loud sobs racking her small frame.

Gibbs had gone upstairs to try and see Tony, but the doctors were in with him and no one was allowed to see him. Gibbs had left a message with Raquel to tell Tony that they were here.

Finally, a doctor walked out from the ER, a chart in his hand.

"Family for Ziva David?" the doctor said. They all stood up. "Ah, Agent Gibbs, we meet again," Dr. Pratt said.

"How's Ziva?" Gibbs asked.

"Well, we had to deliver the baby by emergency C-section, but Ziva and the baby are doing fine," Dr. Pratt said.

"Well?" Abby asked. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"I'll let her tell you herself," Dr. Pratt said, stepping aside to reveal and orderly pushing Ziva in a wheelchair with the baby in her arms.

"Gibbs," Ziva said, a quiet smile on her face, "I'd like you to meet you granddaughter, Ava Maria DiNozzo. She weighs five pounds and four ounces and is a perfectly healthy baby." Gibbs peered over the blanket into the face of the little girl that was his granddaughter.

"Ziva," Jenny said, placing her hand on Ziva's shoulder gently. "Tony's awake."

"Really?" Ziva asked.

"Really."

So, I hope you liked it. Ava had 9 votes, Amira had 2 votes, Aaron had 7 votes, and David had 1 vote. I also had one suggestion for a name. Next chapter coming soon!! PLEASE REVIEW!