I know it's short but i think you'll forgive me cos it's very exciting!!!!!!! Which is why i broke my UDing rules... lol you might want to kill me after you read this.

Chapter 4

It had been a few months, she had moved from hotel to hotel, after leaving her safe house and now she was back in the safe house again. Because she was scared.

And this time It wasn't for her life.

She sat on her bed trembling, tears flowing freely down her face. How could she possibly cope with this? Not o top of running, she would be found for sure. For hours she just sat there, knees tucked under her chin, crying, tear after tear, never ceasing.

She couldn't be pregnant.

But she was.

With Tony's baby.

Now she had doomed two lives, hers and the baby's.

She wanted it.

Of course she did, it was Tony's.

But it could not have come at a worse time.

She was pregnant.

And alone.

And on the run.

From Mossad.

From her father.

And pregnant.

She couldn't believe it, that last night with Tony… she had missed two periods but she presumed it was stress, but it was in the back of her mind. And for her conscious's sake she had brought the test. And it was positive.

Should she ring Tony? He deserved to know, but how could she bring herself to? "Tony I'm pregnant with your child but I can't possibly come home because it's to dangerous, oh and you will probably loose both of us when my father catches up with me."

It would shred him into pieces. Just like it was doing to her. Why should she cause him unnecessary pain?

She was going for a walk, she like the bit of Paris she was in, maybe she would walk around the shops for a while clear her head and try to find a solution. If there was one.

There was, but it wasn't one she could ever consider, it would be practical make sense. But she couldn't ignore her heart, she couldn't kill this baby.

She grabbed her coat and keys and left, putting the test in the bin as she left.

She drove to the centre of Paris. And started to make her way to the place she was seeking, she went down an alley which was a short cut. She didn't see the guy behind her until it was too late; she was absorbed in her own thoughts, but she felt the searing pain in her stomach as the knife ripped through her flesh and she screamed, and her last thought before she hit the ground was, "my baby."

She was loosing blood and fast, the person who had stabbed her appeared to have gone though, which was something at least – but he had taken her bag. She put pressure on the wound and tried to stop the bleeding. She cried for help, unsure whether it was it was the right thing to do or not.

A figure came down the alley a woman, she bent over and Ziva saw her face, a face she knew well.

"Ziva." The woman gasped.

"Jenny? I, I thought you were supposed to be dead." She whispered, before passing out.

What do you think? Did you see that one coming, (not the pregnancy, the Jenny bit!)

Thanks for reading!!!

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