So what can I say? I'm not going to keep this as M. After this chapter I'm going to post this as T because other than one well-marked love scene, it is. Sorry. Mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa. Last time I go changing that around on you all. Thanks. Jeanne

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Ziva ripped back the shower curtain as the bathroom door opened with a creak. Tony shuffled in. He sat down on the toilet and hung his head between his knees.

"You're not going to throw up on me again, are you?" She asked.

He groaned and licked the drool from his lips. "It couldn't be helped. I went from thinking you had some weird disease to thinking you got knocked up by some lousy boyfriend to finding out I am going to be a father. I'm sorry if it made me a little nauseas."

Ziva grabbed the shower wand to wash the last stubborn chunks of Tony's stomach contents from her hair. "You thought Hale was the father?"

He focused on the floor. The linoleum was cracking and moldy. "How was I supposed to know? You said you regretted sleeping with him. You didn't answer when I asked whose it was." Another bought of nausea hit him as he tried to straighten. He groaned and hung his head between his knees.

She returned the nozzle to the wall and grabbed the shampoo bottle. She squeezed her eyes shut as she worked it in. "Tony. If it were anyone else's, there wouldn't be any baby to speak of right now."

"I know." He said, grateful to not have to make eye contact with her. "How did it happen?"

She rinsed her hair out and soaped up again. Another round with the shampoo wasn't going to hurt. "You want the sperm meets ova lecture?"

He wiped his mouth. "No. I mean. I thought you couldn't get pregnant. And they stuck an IUD in you after-after the last time it didn't work out."

She reached for the conditioner and worked it through her hair before answering. "It came out."

The pause drew his attention. He lifted his head, slowly. He watched as the warm spray blasted flecks of foam from her body. "How far along are you?"

"Fifteen weeks." She said. "I found out a week after we broke up."

He pulled the shower curtain back. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I could have held your hair out of the toilet while you barfed."

She smiled at him. She leaned forward to kiss him. "You going to join me in here?"

"I will when I can stand." He took a deep breath. "How have you been?"

"Dizzy. Tired. But not as much throwing up as I expected. I had a little scare last week and Abby had to rush me to the hospital. They thought it was ectopic but it wasn't."

"I wish you'd told me."

She closed her eyes and stuck her face in the stream and he couldn't read her expression.

"Do you know what is it?" he asked.

"It's a baby Tony."

"I mean. Boy or girl. Do you know?"

She blinked the water out of her eyes. "Not until the do the sixteen sonogram. If I want to find out, if we want to find out."

"I think I do." He said.

"Me too."

"A couple more months and we'll have a little DiNozzo."

She snorted and reached for the body wash.

"So. DiNozzo-David?"

She worked the lather over her legs as she growled at him. "David-DiNozzo?"

"Tony." She reached for the razor.

"Just plain David then? Does this mean you're keeping your name?"

"What?" She straightened and glared at him and he wondered if he was about to meet his demise via pink safety razor.

"I just thought. You're pregnant. You probably want to get married." He licked his lips again. The drool didn't seem to be stopping.

"Are you asking me to marry you? Now? While I'm shaving my legs?"

"No. I'm asking if I should ask you."

"No." She said, drawing the razor up her leg. "But I'll make you a deal. They can have your last name if I can pick the first."

"Deal." He said. "Just make sure I can pronounce it."

Ziva laughed, the sound clear and lively. "Okay."

He stood and shed his pajama bottoms and tossed them into the corner. "I'm really feeling a lot better."

She scooted closer to the front of the tub as he stepped in. "I can see that."

His hand slid down to caress her abdomen as he kissed her.

My baby. Our baby. We are in such big trouble. Good God. I know nothing, nothing about kids. And Ziva's not exactly maternal.

She looked up at him, blinking the water out of her eyes. "Happy?"

"Yeah. Actually I am. Mostly."

"Good." She slid his hand around to the small of her back and pulled him under the spray.

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Cripes. Give me a decomp any day. I hate this part. Calloway pushed a box of Kleenex across the coffee table to Douglass Swift. "Sorry to have to put you through this again Doug."

Swift gave his nose a resounding honk and deposited the Kleenex on the coffee table in a pile. Calloway felt a little shiver at the base of her spine. Something about mucus moistened tissue made her skin crawl.

"She called me just before she died. Said she'd made a reservation at a little bed and breakfast in Maine. We've been having some hard times lately-had been having. She was always working. Work first. Husband later. She didn't want kids. I did. I'd like to think she was going there to change her mind. But part of me thinks the trip was supposed to be the last hurrah. I miss her though. I love her. Loved her." He blew his nose again and deposited the tissue into the ever- growing pile. She averted her eyes. "What was it you wanted?" he asked.

"Just to hear your side of the story." Gibbs said. "You said that your home was broken into?"

Swift sniffled. "Yes. Agent Calloway seemed to believe me."

Calloway nodded. "I know. But with nothing missing and no obvious sign of forced entry, I had nothing to go on."

"I thought of something. I went to look for it the other day when I went to pay the bills…anyways. Her cell phone is missing."

"Could she have misplaced it?" Gibbs asked.

"No. She's a very careful woman."

Gibbs believed him. The Swift's residence looked like a magazine cover shot. "Any ideas where it might be?"

"None. I've looked everywhere." Swift glanced at the clock. "It's getting late and I have to be getting ready for work. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Gibbs and Calloway looked at each other. "Nothing." She said. "Oh, would you mind if I used your bathroom?"

"Go ahead. It's just down the hall on the left." He grabbed another Kleenex and Calloway stepped double-time to the bathroom.

She snapped on rubber gloves before pulling open the cabinet door under the sink. "Sorry Delphine. Can't get any privacy even when you're dead."

Behind the mud masks and liter shampoo bottles and toilet cleaner, there it was, a neatly resealed tampon box. She opened it gingerly. I can't believe I'm doing this. Whoa. Wasn't expecting that. Delphine's cell phone slid out in her hand with a soft thud. She pocketed it, flushed the toilet and ran the water in the sink.

Back in the car she displayed her findings to Gibbs. "I don't think she would have stored it there if there wasn't something important on it. Maybe we should go through her call history."

Gibbs turned the engine over and pulled away from the curb. "Start with videos.

"Stand by." She said as she fiddled with the buttons. "Technology and I are not friends-oh my goodness." Calloway held the tiny screen into his field of vision. "She must have known there was danger and recorded him."

Gibbs squinted. The recording was slightly choppy. Shawn Marner rode in the passenger seat of a car as he recorded himself. The highway sped by in the background, horn blasts and engine noise peppered the recording. Sweat beaded his forehead as he spoke. "My name is Shawn Marner. I have a confession to make. James Liptak murdered Erich Weiss and I helped. I have proof. It's behind the picture of HONK!!"

The blare of a car horn cut off his statement.

"Dang!" Calloway said. She pressed play again, and still the end of Marner's statement was obscured. She closed the phone and slid it into an evidence bag. "I think this looks a like a job for your Super Abby."

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