Author's Note: Well, here's the last chapter.
The final part of the trilogy will be called Love and TIVA- Keeping It Together. Both weddings will be in there, along with the families.
Also, the babies will be there because I'm about to make them born, now.
This takes place 4 months after the dinner.
I couldn't help but put Jeanne in.
I feel kind of sorry for her.
But not much. Bitch.
Thank you all for reading and I hope y'all will enjoy the next part.
Much love, CMW2.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE, EXCEPT FOR THE TWINS.
She gasped and dropped her mug of tea, her hands immediately going to her abdomen.
Tony came to her immediately and she gripped his arm, breathing raggedly through her teeth.
"Ziva?"
"I'm ..."
Another wave of pain slammed into her and her knees gave out.
He caught her and scooped her up easily, supporting her.
"Don't you dare say you're fine, Ziva."
"It's probably false labor again. Put me down."
"Hell, no. You're in real labor." he refused with narrowed celery eyes.
"I am..."
Her retort was cut off by a stronger contraction and she felt fluid running out of her.
Her water was broken. She looked at the growing puddle on the floor (and Tony) with wide sepia eyes.
"You were saying?"
"Shut up and get me to the hospital."
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He burned rubber down the street, listening to Ziva's screams of pain.
He had grabbed her and bolted outside, thankful for his foresight to put her bag in the car before all hell broke loose.
He did it right after they got back from Baltimore.
~*~
"Tony, is that really necessary?"
"You'll thank me for it later."
~*~
"How far apart are they?"
"About 10 min...Ow!"
Knowing he'd attract the attention of the police and not giving a shit, he took a page of Ziva's driving manual, weaving between cars.
Sure enough, a siren blared behind them.
Ziva glared at him with crazed eyes.
"I...am not...giving birth...in the ...fucking...police...station...!"
"You won't have to, Zee-Vah. Just breathe."
"Don't tell me what to do! This is your stupid cock's fault I'm like this!"
He sighed and gritted his teeth, trying not explode at her.
She's in pain. And it is 50% my fault., he reminded himself.
"Look, woman. You're the one that had to get all frisky in that broom closet. I just went along with it. Now, breathe and let me drive." he said icily as he screeched around a corner.
She looked at him and then nodded.
"I'm...sorry. It just...hurts...ungh!"
"I know, baby. We'll be there soon."
He pulled up to the ER entrance and ran out, getting a wheelchair.
The officer came out and Tony cut him off before he could talk, putting a crying Ziva in the chair.
"Yeah, yeah! I'm under arrest for evading law enforcement! I know! But can you wait until after my fiancée gives birth?!" he snarled.
She screamed and the officer paled.
He barely looked a day over 20.
If this punk tries to cuff me, I'll fucking kill him.
"Sure, man. Do you need me to call someone?"
"Call Gibbs at NCIS! Tell him that Ziva's in labor!" he called as he ran them inside.
"What's NCIS?!" the hapless rookie called.
"Look it up, fucker!"
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Ziva was in a bed, feeling terrified but excited.
Hopefully, she'd be holding her babies by this time tomorrow.
A contraction hit her and she groaned softly.
The epidural didn't do much of anything and she was only 5 centimeters dilated.
Tony came in and she gave him a weak smile as he sat next to her.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you."
"You're delivering our babies. You get a free pass."
She chuckled and gasped as another contraction sent pain through her.
His hand found hers and she squeezed it, breathing deeply.
Her eyes opened and met his.
"You good?"
"For now. Did you call everyone?"
"Yeah. Your dad and aunt are here and Alex said that they'd be down within 2 hours. The waiting room is packed with NCIS people."
"Let me guess. They're betting on when these two varmints will make their appearance."
He laughed and nodded.
"Tell Abby I want half the money."
"Okay. Do you need anything?"
"Morphine."
"Ziva..."
"All right. Could you go get me some ice chips?"
He kissed her brow and got up.
"I'll be right back."
"I'll be right here."
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She had heard the gossip.
There was going to be an NCIS baby for the first time in 5 years.
Anthony DiNardo...DiNozzo's baby.
Jeanne Benoit sighed and took another drag of her cigarette.
It had been over a year since he broke her heart and she was not doing well.
Therapy and one night stands were basically her entire existence.
Her friends constantly set her up with men but none of them could compare to him.
She had fallen in love with him and he was thriving without her.
Not even her murder accusation had kept him down.
Lisa...Ziva David had him and they were going to get married.
She fought the urge to scream or jump off the roof she was on.
Why was it that every time she found a man they always left her for another woman?
What was so wrong with her that they couldn't stay?
Putting out her cigarette, she came back inside the hospital from the roof, trying not to cry.
She got into the corridor and he was right there near the nurse's station.
He was as handsome as ever and he was nearly turning flips in his excitement.
He was talking to a Goth chick and he laughed at something she said.
Her heart broke all over again.
She was just an assignment gone too far to him, a mistake he had made in the past.
Had he ever loved her?
Had he been with Ziva while he was with her?
He probably wished he was., she figured with a sad sigh.
He saw her and he looked surprised.
His friend turned looked over and she frowned with confusion, like she knew her but couldn't place her.
"Who's that?"
"An old girlfriend, Abs."
A flash of recognition went across the woman's face and she gave her a lethal glare.
"That's the bitch who..."
"...Accused me of murder. I know. Why don't you go get yourself a Caf Pow!? My treat."
The Goth chick took the $5 bill he had offered and looked at her before leaving for the vending machines.
It was a warning look.
Jeanne shivered as his body heat filled her, his scent intoxicating her.
"Hello, Jeanne."
"Tony. So, you're having a baby?"
"Well, actually I'm here as moral support for Ziva. She has to do the hard part."
Jeanne chuckled and noted the cup of ice chips in his hand.
It would be her out.
"You better get back to her, then."
He nodded and began to walk past her.
"Did you ever love me?" she blurted.
She had to know.
After this, she intended never to see him again.
He turned and gave her a sad smile.
"Yeah, I did."
"But, not like you love her."
Tony nodded and she sighed.
It wasn't much comfort but at least she had a little closure.
"Well, I'm glad you found her. Congratulations, Tony."
He gave a half smile and walked away.
Strangely, it didn't hurt as much as it did before.
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It was on like Donkey Kong.
Elizabeth was there and urging Ziva to push.
Tony sat behind her on the bed ala Grey's Anatomy and was supporting her.
She alternated between yelling at him and crying but he didn't care about the verbal abuse.
It would be worth it in the end.
"You're doing good, Zee-Vah."
"It fucking hurts!" she yelled.
"I know, honey. Squeeze my hands when it gets bad."
"I'll break them." she protested breathlessly, even as she grabbed them.
"I don't care. I deserve some pain today, too."
"Now, that's the best thing I've heard from a father to be! Push, Ziva!" Elizabeth praised.
He bit back a scream of his own as bones gave way to her grip, snapping like raw pasta.
How can someone so damned tiny be so fucking strong?!, his brain screamed in agony.
For once, his brain asked a good question but he ignored it in favor of the piercing cries of their daughter, pissed at being evicted from her mother's womb.
"One more and your son should be joining the party!"
Ziva shrieked as she pushed one last time and their son came out, also pissed off and screeching like a hellcat.
Both were slimy, beet red, and absolutely beautiful.
Tony grinned like a nut and Ziva was sobbing and laughing at the same time.
Their babies were here and healthy.
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Ziva heard her family and she smiled as she turned the corner, seeing them all.
She wasn't supposed to be up but she desperately wanted to see Ava and Jethro.
They had named the girl Ava Andromeda after their mothers and the boy Jethro Timothy after their grand father and god father.
"Oh, damn! He's got your big old head, A.J.!" Alex said, while cooing at her nephew.
"Damn right." Ziva said, drawing attention to herself.
Tony intercepted her and she wheeled past him, cutting him off before he could speak.
"I know I'm not supposed to be up but I want to see our babies. Move over, you guys."
They split like the Red Sea and she smiled at her still crying twins.
They were in front row bassinets and matching purple pajamas.
Hello, my babies. Your Ima is here and she loves you so much., she thought tenderly.
As if they could hear her, they stopped crying and looked right at her with infant blue eyes.
She knew they couldn't focus yet but it made tears of joy spill down her face, anyway.
Her babies knew her.
"Zivalah, you should be resting. Your father and I will bring the twins, soon. Go with Tony."
"Yes, auntie."
She wheeled herself back to Tony and winced at the sight of his heavily bandaged hands.
"Sorry."
"They broke for a good cause. Just don't do it again."
"No promises."
He looked horrified and she giggled, ignoring his complaints of her being a crazy ninja chick as they went down the hall.
She had her man and her babies.
All was right in her world.
FIN.
