Tony walked in their apartment first and dropped his car keys on the end table, followed by Ziva, who did the same. "I am so glad that case is finally solved. Maybe Gibbs can use his boat tools to get his boot out of his ass." Ziva smiled and sat down her backpack. She walked over to the couch and sat down, taking down her hair. Tony stripped his tie and coat before walking to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator. "You want a beer?" He called from the kitchen. Ziva looked down at her belly and then yelled.

"No, thank you. I'll have water." She called. Tony appeared and handed her the plastic bottle and she smiled, twisting off the cap. "Thanks." He sat down beside her and nodded.

"Yep." He took the cap off of his beer and took a sip.

Ziva turned to him and put her hand on his shoulder, "You were quiet when I got back, are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

"Tony, what is wrong?"

He took another sip and then looked at her, "I'm just wondering...why did you go to lunch with McGee and not me? Did you just...not want to have lunch with me?"

"I did not go to lunch with McGee, Tony. I came by the apartment."

Tony furrowed his eyebrows together, "You did?"

"Yes. I had to...take care of something. Female...problems."

"Oh, well..." he laughed, "...enough said."

"We just happened to leave and return at the same time. Total...what is that word? Pluke?"

He laughed, "I think you mean fluke, Zi."

"Yes, yes. It was a total fluke."

"Okay. I mean I wasn't jealous or anything..."

"Sure you weren't." Ziva replied. They both laughed. Tony took another sip of beer and sat back in the couch, turning the television on. He wrapped his arms around Ziva and pulled her to him, placing a kiss on her lips. Ziva closed her eyes and shook her head to herself. She hated lying to him.

"So I've been thinking..." He said, and it snapped Ziva out of the trance she was in, "...that we should probably announce our engagement soon." She looked up at him and smiled, subconsciously moving the ring with her thumb.

"Well, most of the building already knows about it, Tony."

"Not officially." He shrugged one shoulder, "Abby, Ducky, and Palmer don't know."

"This is true."

"Then we should tell them. Tomorrow. Abby will probably be so excited."

Ziva laughed, "She probably will."

He smiled and started to rub her arm with his hand, "You going to ask her to be one of your bridesmaids?"

"She will be my only bridesmaid." Ziva said, and then added, "This is not going to be a big wedding."

"Good. I like 'em small." Tony then groaned and looked at her, "Please do not tell me that I'm going to have to put up with Daddy David walking you down the aisle." He took a sip of beer, "Because, honestly, I'll probably punch his lights out the next time I see him."

Ziva shook her head, "No. I am going to ask Gibbs. He is more of a father to me than Eli."

Tony scoffed, "You're right. Gibbs would never send you on a damn suicide mission." Ziva looked up at him and smiled.

"I know." It was quiet again, except for the sound of the TV, and Ziva laid on her side, staring at the beautiful piece of jewelry on her finger.

Soon, with Abby's help, the wedding would be planned.

And soon after that, she will have a baby.

That is, if Tony wanted it.

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Ziva opened her eyes the next morning, in her bed, with Tony's arm wrapped around her. He must've carried her in there, because she only remembered watching TV on the couch. Suddenly, she felt her stomach turn upside down. She looked over at Tony, who was peacefully sleeping, and slowly took his arm from around her. She stood up from the bed, very carefully, for she did not want to wake up her fiancee. She ran across the carpet and into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time.

She finally finished and stood to her full form, walking out of the bathroom in silence. Tony stirred, but remained asleep. She let out a silent sigh. She really didn't want to hear the question 'are you okay' again. About an hour later, they were both up, dressed, and on the way to work.

When they got to the office, Tony took it upon himself to call everyone up and tell them not to make lunch plans, because he was going to buy them lunch. Countless hours of watching his computer clock, it was finally time to go to the resturant. The seven were sat at a rectangle table; McGee, Abby, Tony, Ziva, Gibbs, Ducky and Palmer. After they finished eating, Tony grabbed her hand under the table and held it, intertwining their fingers. He cleared his throat to grab everyone's attention, and when they looked up he spoke, "So uh...I hope everyone enjoyed their meal." The rest of the group nodded in response and he continued, "Good, good." He looked down at Ziva and smiled, and she smiled back up at him. "Ziva and I wanted to...tell you some news, and we assumed this was the best way to do it."

"We already know." McGee spoke up.

"Stuff it, McRuin." Tony said and they all laughed as Tony continued, he pulled on Ziva's arm and she stood, his arm automatically wrapped around her waist, "We're getting married!" He said and Abby immediately threw her arms around both of them, squeezing them in a death gripping bear hug.

"I knew it! I just knew it!" Abby said and then let them go, "Ziva, we have got to get to planning! I can't wait!" Ziva smiled as she hugged her again. Abby immediately started to talk colors, so Tony sat down in Abby's seat.

"Congratulations, Tony." McGee said.

"Thanks." He said with a smile. He put his hand on the probie's shoulder, "McFriend, I need a best man. And it means getting to walk Abby down the aisle...and we all know how much you want to do that...and she's..."

"Tony...I'll do it." McGee said and Tony grinned, patting his shoulder. Jimmy Palmer leaned over to the Doctor, speaking softly.

"Doctor."

"Yes, Mr. Palmer?"

"I'm sorry, I just...have a question."

"Yes?"

"Why am I the only one that didn't know about this?"

"You didn't know?" Ducky asked and then laughed. Jimmy shook his head, "Well, Mr. Palmer, it was fairly obvious. We knew it wouldn't be long."

"Abby knew?"

"Yes."

"Gibbs knew?"

"We all knew, Mr. Palmer. This is Tony's way of telling everyone, even though we all already knew." Jimmy nodded as a response and the Doctor turned to Gibbs.

"How do you feel about this, Jethro?"

Gibbs smirked, "Not much I could do, Duck."

"He seems to love her." Ducky commented. Gibbs watched as Tony wrapped his arms around her waist as she talked to Abby, placing a kiss on her neck. He closed his eyes as he remembered telling everyone that he and Shannon were getting married, it was very similar. Opening his eyes, he turned back to Ducky, "He does."

The team returned to the bullpen after Tony paid for the bill. Ziva remembered him nearly fainting as he realized that the bill was....expensive. But what did he expect if he was paying for lunch for seven people? She also remembered having to wrap her arms around his waist to keep him from falling into the food of the couple behind them.

Everyone was smiling as they walked in, except for Gibbs, who had no expression really on his face. As soon as they were in the building, Gibbs had had the power to bark at them and warn them about breaking his rules. The caused a smirk to dance on his lips as they quickly parted from each other.

Ducky, Palmer, and Abby all bid the four agents goodbye as they got out of the elevator. However, once they reached the squad room and walked into the bullpen, Ziva's smile dropped from her face as her eyes scanned the desks.

Mail.

She and McGee slowly turned to look at each other before bolting to their desks, shifting through the mail, quickly. Tony looked confused as he stared at the two before moving to his own desk, "I love mail time!" He grinned, picking up his own set. Gibbs just walked to his own desk, not minding McGee and Ziva's behavior.

"Where is it?" She muttered to herself as she finished shifting through the mail. She snapped her eyes up to meet McGee's and he looked up at her, shaking his head. She felt her heart rate accelerate as her eyes traveled to Tony's desk. Where is it? She thought before she spotted a manila envelope threatening to slip out of Tony's grip.

"Ooo!" He grinned, "GSM!" he held it up and put it on his desk, "Junk..." He threw an envelope into the trashcan, "Junk..." He reached the manila envelope and Ziva jumped over her desk as he stared peculiar at it, "What is this? I never ordered anything 'confidential' from Bethesda." He scoffed and she grabbed onto it just as he flipped it over and went to open it up. He looked up at her and grinned, "Sweetcheeks." He smiled, "Don't you have your own mail? This is mine. See?" He held it up, "Assigned to Mr. Anthony DiNozzo." He smiled, "Can't wait to be a DiNozzo, can you? Well, it would still be mine even if you were a DiNozzo 'cause you'd be Ziva DiNozzo." he smiled and she tugged at the envelope.

"Tony." She hissed through gritted teeth, "Give. Me. The envelope." She nearly begged as she sent McGee a helpless look. He just stared at her and Gibbs just sorted through his own mail, deciding that he didn't want any of it, and then shoved it into the trash can.

"It's addressed to me!" He whined.

"Give it to me!" She shouted, banging his desk with her hand. Shocked, he quickly dropped the envelope and she backed up, holding it close to her chest. She eyed him as he just stared at her, confused. Sharing a look with McGee and Gibbs, she moved out of the bullpen and into the back elevator, letting out a sigh of relief as she stepped into the metal box, looking down at the envelope, pressing the button for the basement. The door closed in front of her and she closed her eyes.

In just a couple of minutes, she'd learn if the baby growing inside of her was Tony's or not.

She felt her heart rate kick into overdrive.

"Ducky?" she called as she stepped into Autopsy, looking around.

"My dear." He smiled, turning around in his seat. He walked up to her and gave her a tight hug, "I did not properly get to congratulate you and Tony earlier."

She returned the smile but quickly let it fade, "Yes, thank you, Ducky."

He pulled back, but kept his hands on her forearms, "What is that?" He questioned, looking down at the manila folder in her hands.

She sighed and looked down and then back up at him, "Yesterday, instead of eating lunch, I went to Bethesda to get a paternity test done."

"So Tony does know, then?" He questioned and she shook her head.

"McGee was the new Tony."

"Ziva..." He started, but she held up a hand, cutting him off.

"Ducky, these-" She held up the folder and shook it, "Are the results."

He took in a deep breath, "Ziva, I told you, there is a remote possibility that the rape test was able to determine that you were pregnant if the man that was holding you hostage actually is your child's father."

"I know." She nodded, "But I would like to be sure."

"May I?" He questioned, motioning towards the folder. She nodded and handed it to him, "Please sit." He pleaded, pointing towards the slab. She looked at it and then back at him, but didn't move, "My dear, if you do not sit, I will not open it up, and you will not know the truth."

She sighed and took a seat at the very edge of the metal slab. Carefully, she watched as the doctor opened up the folder and pulled out a lone sheet of paper. He read over it and smiled. Ziva took it as a good sign and gave a small smile, "Yes, Ducky?"

He just walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her, in yet another hug, "You and Tony are going to make excellent parents."

Upon registering the news, her heart rate immediately lowered and she squeezed the doctor back, "Thank you, Ducky." she whispered, "Thank you."

He pulled back and looked her into the eyes, "Now there is only one person that does not know."

She smiled and nodded, "Tony." She said, "It is time to tell him."

Tony frowned as he looked up at Ziva's empty desk. Just what the hell was in that envelope anyways? I mean, he was afraid that she was going to pull out a gun and shoot him if he didn't give her the envelope.

Gibbs had left the bullpen on a 'coffee break', though Tony didn't understand why; he had drank about four coffee cups in the restaurant.

Tony looked over at McGee, who was sitting at his desk, and sighed, "What the hell was that about, McGee?" He demanded, "Why did Ziva want that envelope so much?"

"Uh..." He started, "I don't know?"

Tony narrowed his eyes at him and stood up, walking towards him, "You 'don't know'?" He demanded and McGee nodded vigorously, "You don't know? You know."

"I know that Director Vance wants to see you up in his office." Gibbs responded, walking into the bullpen.

Tony groaned, "Damn it, boss, are you serious?" Gibbs stopped in the middle of the bullpen and spread his arms wide.

"Does it look like I'm lying, DiNozzo?"

"No..." he sighed, looking up the stairs, towards MTAC, "Damn it, boss. Damn it."

"Where's Tony?" Ziva questioned as she walked into the bullpen, looking around, her eyes resting on Tony's empty desk, "Where is he?"

"Up with Director Vance." Gibbs responded, nodding. Her eyes moved to the stairs, sighing.

"Oh. Well I need to speak with him."

"You gonna tell him, Ziver?" Gibbs asked, in a tone that clearly stated, 'finally'.

"Yeah, Ziva." McGee said, and she turned to look at him, "Are you finally gonna tell him?"

"You told McGee?" He asked in shock and she nodded, slowly.

"Yes. That is how I was able to get the paternity test done without Tony."

"And...?" Gibbs prompted.

"What were the results?" McGee added.

She smiled, "Tony."

Gibbs and McGee couldn't help but smile back.

Tony groaned as he walked into Director Vance's office. Vance automatically gestured to one of the chairs and he took a seat while Vance started towards the door, closing it behind him.

"Agent DiNozzo. I am sure that you understand why you are here?"

"Something about smart ass behavior, probably."

Vance narrowed his eyes at him, "That was not appreciated, DiNozzo."

"Yeah, yeah." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. Oh, how much he didn't want to be here.

"I have decided that instead of feeling the entire wrath of Agent Gibbs, I will enforce my second choice on the matter."

"Which is?" Tony prompted.

"Suspension."

Tony chuckled, "That's good, Director Vance." He shook a finger at him before letting it drop on the arm rest of the chair as he turned it towards him, "But if you don't remember, I already am suspended."

"Longer."

"How much?" He questioned.

"Indefinitely."

Tony rose quickly from his seat, "Excuse me?!"

"You heard me, Agent DiNozzo! Not only did you go on two unauthorized trips to Israel-" Tony opened his mouth, "I know about them." He hissed, "You leave without Officer David and return to DC with Officer David, what am I supposed to expect?" He demanded, and Tony shut his mouth quickly, "You ignore the suspension and go onto the field anyways, and you have absolutely no respect for authority!"

"Okay, listen Director Vance-" He started, but then stopped as the door opened and revealed Ziva David.

"Officer David?" Director Vance demanded, "What are you doing here?"

"Cynthia let me in." She said, closing the door, "Tony." She turned to him and he stared at her. Even she was unable to put a smile on his face, Vance had pissed him off so much, "I need to speak to you."

"Well it can be dealt with later." Vance responded, but Ziva didn't move; she just moved closer to Tony, "Officer David." He growled, "Go away."

"She's staying right here." Tony defended, narrowing his eyes at the Director of NCIS.

Vance huffed and pulled at his jacket, straightening it out, "Well, since you are both here, I can ask you now, so that you can decide right now."

"Ask us what?" Ziva questioned, looking at Tony. He just stared at Director Vance with angry eyes.

"Which one of you wants to be the better man...or woman..." he corrected on Tony's stare, "And politely transfer to another team so that I don't have to choose myself. Or, Officer David, if you would like, I could just terminate your liaison position at NCIS and send you back to Mossad."

Ziva had to grab onto both of Tony's arms to pull him back from sucker punching him. He gritted his teeth together as Ziva kneaded the skin on his arms with her fingers, trying to calm him down.

"Why must one of us be transferred to another team?" She questioned, trying to stay calm and political.

"Because married agents can't work together."

"Where does it say that?" Tony demanded, "You tell me, Director-" He all but spit on his title, "Where the hell it says that in the handbook?"

Director Vance just stared at him, "It doesn't matter." He said, calmly, "My agency. My agents. My rules. Get out before I suspend you from the building, Agent DiNozzo."

"Go ahead!" he shouted, "Do it! Do it, it won't make a difference!"

"Tony!" Ziva hissed, scolding. She rolled her eyes. What the hell was he doing? Shouldn't he know better than to egg the Director of NCIS on? Hadn't he learned not to do that after his many talks with her father?

"Fine, Agent DiNozzo. You're suspended from the building. Leave now, come back on Thursday."

"That's two days away! Today's only Monday!"

"I know." He spat through gritted teeth, "You want to get suspended from the building indefinitely as well?"

"Come on, Tony, let's go." Ziva urged, pulling him towards the door.

"I'd listen to her, if I were you."

Tony just narrowed his eyes at him as he followed Ziva out of the Director's office. She pulled him aside, up against the wall of the catwalk, and spoke quietly, "Tony, I need to talk to you."

"Well it can wait." he hissed, "I'm too freaking pissed." he kicked the wall with his foot, ran an angry, shaking hand through his hair, and then stalked down the steps.

Ziva sighed and watched as he slammed his desk drawer shut and plopped down in his chair, his face turning even a brighter red. She walked towards the railing, getting closer to the three male agents in the bullpen. Ziva met eyes with Gibbs, who looked up at her, and she placed two hands over her lower torso, protectively. She gave him a look and Gibbs moved his gaze from her to Tony, "It cannot wait." She whispered at the back of Tony's form.

Ziva looked up at Tony again, his face was still red as it was a couple of hours ago when he had that argument with Vance. She looked down at her stomach, it was killing her that he didn't know. She let out a sigh and looked down at her watch, 1630h. She looked over at McGee, who was lost in the world of computers, and then over to Gibbs, who was writing on paper. Looking at Tony again, she decided that it'd be best to tell him when his face wasn't the color of a tomato. She stood from her desk, earning a glance from the three boys, and she only smiled as she walked out of the bullpen. She pressed the button on the back elevator, and waited for it to rise.

In the meantime, she briefly thought about waiting until Tony cooled off completely with Vance.

That could be a while, and Gibbs warned her that he'd tell Tony by the end of the week if she didn't.

No, he had to know. And he had to know soon.

The elevator dinged at Abby's lab and Ziva slowly got off, walking through the silver 'Forensics' door and into the room with blasting music. "Zivaaa!" Abby said happily and ran over to her, throwing her arms around her. Ziva chuckled and hugged her back.

"Hello, Abby."

"I'm glad you're here...it's so boring down here all by myself sometimes."

"I had to get out of the squad room. The boys are...depressing me." She said and Abby laughed.

"So, I've never really seen your ring. May I?" Ziva chuckled and nodded, holding her left hand up to her. Abby took and looked at it closely, moving it back and forth only slightly. "DiNozzo has some serious ring skills. This is gorgeous!"

Ziva nodded, "Yes, it is." Abby finally dropped her hand and started to walk over to her desk.

"So...when is the date?" Ziva followed her and Abby pulled up a chair for her to sit down in.

"I am not sure...but it should be soon." Ziva said. She then looked down at her lap and then back into Abby's green eyes, "I've got something to tell you."

"What? What is it?"

"I am...pregnant." Abby smiled and took her into a hug. Even though she already knew, she wanted to be happy for Ziva. She looked at the silver door again-just to make sure that Tony didn't follow her down there, "But Tony does not know yet, so if you could..."

"My lips are sealed." Abby said and Ziva smiled.

"Thanks."

"So...wedding...soon?" She asked, her eyebrows raised.

Ziva nodded, "Yes, within the next month."

"Ok...How about..." She looked at the calendar on her computer, "October 17th. That's a Saturday."

Ziva nodded, "Sounds good to me."

"That's less than a month. We better get busy."

Ziva laughed, "I...we do not want a big wedding. So it will be easy to plan."

Abby smiled, "We'll go dress shopping soon, but what kind of colors do you want?"

"I am...not sure." Ziva said and Abby smiled, typing immediately on her computer.

"Okay...since we have the date, and since it's not going to be too cold and it's not going to be too hot, an outdoor wedding?" Ziva only looked at her, a blank stare on her face. Abby sighed, "Come on Ziva, you never thought about your wedding day? I've thought about it since I was like...two."

Ziva shook her head, "I thought I would never get to see my wedding day, Abby."

Abby threw her arms around the Israeli again, hugging her tightly. She finally let her go and turned to her computer again, "Well there are tons of things on the Internet we can look at...for ideas. Ziva...meet Google." Abby pulled up color schemes and dresses, and Ziva finally picked one she liked; a blue/teal color. "Okay! Color scheme picked. Now, when we go shop for a dress, we'll know what to look for." Ziva smiled and nodded once.

"I am glad you are here to help, Abby."

"Puh-lease I love this stuff." Ziva chuckled, "So Tony's wearing black...right?"

"Oh yes."

"Good. White tux's just don't get it for me."

"I agree."

"Ok, now we'll need a caterer and music choices and..." She stopped in the middle of her sentence and grinned, possibly the biggest grin Ziva had ever seen on the goth, "Oh my god! I just thought of the perfect place!" She jumped up and down in her seat excitedly. Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion, "But I can't tell you yet, Tony has to be here." She reached for her desk phone but stopped when Ziva's hand was on top of hers.

"Abby, I do not think that's a good idea."

"Why not? I'm sure Tony wants to know..."

"No, see, Director Vance and Tony got into...another fight."

Abby felt her mouth fall open, "Oh my gosh, about what?" Ziva stared at her for another second before shaking her head and swallowing the lump that was in her throat.

"Me." She said softly. Abby covered her mouth this time and Ziva continued, "And if Tony is not careful, he is going to get himself thrown out of the agency. And I do not want that." She let out a sigh and removed her hand from Abby's, "And he is very upset, he will not talk to me or anybody."

"Well maybe, when I tell him about this awesome location, it will make him happy again. And it's a really great location, Ziva." Ziva chuckled.

"Ok. You can try..." She said and Abby grinned, quickly picking up her phone.

"Tony! Come down to the lab, I have great news."

From upstairs, Tony sighed into the phone, "Abby, I'm really not in the mood." He had to pull the phone away from his ear when she yelled.

"DiNozzo, get down here now!" The line went dead and Tony hung up his phone, letting out a sigh.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs said from his position in front of Tony's desk, causing the senior field agent to look up.

"Yeah boss?" He said.

"Snap out of it." He said softly and then leaned on the desk with two hands, "And I'd get down there." Gibbs stared at him for a few more seconds and then walked to the elevator, leaving Tony and McGee in the squad room. Tony looked over at McGee before standing and promptly heading towards the back elevator.

"Yeah Abs?" Tony said as he walked over to her desk. He placed his hands on Ziva's shoulder's and squeezed lightly. She looked up at him and smiled as Abby spoke.

"Ok...so...I have the perfect location for your wedding."

"Where?" Tony said first.

"Panama. City. Beach." They each couldn't help but smile, "Isn't that perfect? That's where you had your first kiss, that's where you fell in love!" She jumped up and down with excitement.

"That sounds nice, Abby." Ziva said.

"So outdoor wedding!" Abby hugged them both again, "Oh, and Tony..." She let them go, "We already have the date picked out as well. October 17th."

"Wow, that's soon." Tony commented, and then turned Ziva around so that she was facing him, "Can't wait until you're a DiNozzo, sweetcheeks." She only smiled, "Hey, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. You know I'm not mad with you, right?"

"I know." Ziva replied softly. Tony leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Aww!" Abby said. Ziva felt a rush of blood to her cheeks as Tony let her go.

"That's a perfect location, Abs." Tony said with a smile. He squeezed Ziva's hand one more time before turning to leave.

"Well great! Now we have the date, location, and color scheme!" Abby hugged her again, "Now if you'll just make me a guest list..."

Ziva laughed, "It will be a short one."

"Short is good." Abby grinned.

"I must go home, Abby." She said, patting her on the shoulder.

"Ok, yeah, it's about time to go." Ziva nodded, "Oh dress shopping will be a blast!"

Ziva chuckled, "Goodnight, Abby."

"Night!" Abby said and watched her as she got onto the elevator. Her stomach was in knots, and not because there was a baby in it. Tonight was the night she was going to tell Tony.

Good or bad news?

She didn't know.

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"Oh thank the lords above that this stupid day is over." Tony groaned as he swung his backpack over his shoulder. Ziva had already headed home about two hours ago. Tony had stayed back and finished up paperwork that he had neglected while he went to Saudi Arabia to save Ziva.

Even McGee had gone home. The only other person in the bullpen was Gibbs, who had just left to go and have a chat with Director Vance.

Thinking that he'd rather ignore even seeing Vance's face and ignore yelling that he knew was going to come from the two, he quickly headed to the elevator, pressing the button for the garage.

He sighed and smiled at the thought of Ziva already being home. His stomach was growling, and he desperately wanted some of her amazing home cooking. The doors dinged open, and he walked quickly towards his Mustang, getting in and driving away.

Sighing again, he turned on the radio and stopped at a red light, lowering the volume just slightly. He ran a hand through his hair before he heard his cell phone ring. Groaning, he searched through his backpack, finally finding the darn thing.

He picked it up on what he thought was the last ring, "Hey, sweetheart, sorry, I'm just coming home now."

"Uh...Tony? Don't ever call me sweetheart. Creepy."

He laughed as he heard the voice of his next door neighbor, Nick, talk into his ear instead of the sweet Israeli's voice, "Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else."

"Obviously. Look, I gotta ask you something..."

"Well make like a gun and shoot." He said as the light turned green. He moved the car forwards once again.

"You still dating that Ziva woman?"

"Uh..." Tony chuckled nervously, "Yeah. I'm engaged to her. Why?"

"You're engaged to her?" He asked, almost in a surprised tone of voice.

"Why?" He questioned again as he turned the car down a road.

"Well, you know that I work at Bethesda, right?"

"Yeah." He nodded, his joking facade suddenly gone. He remembered the little 'mail' incident this morning with Ziva pulling at his hand to give him the envelope from Bethesda Naval Hospital.

"I was on call last night. At around lunchtime...." He gulped. Ziva said that she had gone home to get 'female products'. He hadn't asked her more because he didn't want to know more. Now, he did.

"Yeah..." He said, letting it dangle, motioning for him to continue.

"Yeah. I saw her there."

He laughed, "Uh...no you didn't."

"Uh...yeah I did. Trust me dude, I know your girlfriend..."

"Fiancee." He cut in.

"...Fiancee," He corrected, "When I see her."

"Yeah, she is kinda hard to miss, huh?"

"Extremely. Point is, Tony, I saw her with another man."

"What?" He demanded, nearly slamming on the brakes. He looked down the street, his eyes resting on his and Ziva's apartment. She was in there, but he didn't want to go. Not yet. He drove past it and turned down a different street.

"Yeah, she was with another dude."

"What'd he look like?" He demanded, suddenly angry. She hadn't gone home to get female products like she said she did, and she had been lying to him. There was something she didn't want him to know about, whatever was in that envelope, and he was going to figure it out.

"Uh...kinda chubby...ish....kinda short, about six feet I guess, maybe taller. Blond-ish brown hair that was cut short..."

"Probie." He suddenly spat.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing." He mumbled.

"They seemed kinda friendly....more than friendly actually...I thought they were dating."

"Yeah, well, thanks." He spat, and then flipped the phone shut, nearly chucking it down on the ground in the passenger's seat. He pressed the pedal down and turned down another unknown street.

He wasn't going home yet.

Not until he figured everything out. What she was lying about, what she was keeping from him, and, more importantly, why she was doing it.

"Damn it, Ziva. What the hell are you doing?"

Tony turned down another street. It was getting dark out, and he didn't really even know where he was.

But honestly, that was the last thing on his mind.

He couldn't believe that Ziva lied to him.

And that Ziva would cheat on him. With McGee, the man that he just asked to be his best man at his wedding.

No. Ziva wouldn't do that to him. McGee wouldn't either.

But why would she lie?

His mind raced. He stopped at another red light and glanced at the gas gauge. He would be out soon.

Ziva paced around in the apartment, for she couldn't sit still. She was waiting on Tony to get home, and she had already called his cell phone at least 20 times. She looked over at the dinner table, that was set with candles and two chairs on each side, so they could have a nice, peaceful, just the two of them dinner.

And she was going to tell him.

She put the phone to her ear again, figuring that she'd try the office. Maybe he hadn't left yet. Groaning, she slammed her cell phone shut and threw it on the couch. He told her that he was going to finish up a little bit of paperwork, and that he'd be home soon. She let out a sigh and

looked down at her watch: 1904h.

Tony turned into a gas station and filled up his car, assuming that he was going to be driving for a while. His cell phone rang again from it's position on the floorboard, but he just groaned and ignored it. He left the gas station and drove, quickly, down another street. His mind still raced; Why did Ziva lie?

They told each other everything.

He scoffed, "Obviously not."

Ziva now sat on the couch, one arm crossed over her stomach, the other held the TV remote, flipping channels. She looked down at her watch again, it was now 2045h. On top of her anger, she was now slightly worried about him. He always called and let her know if he was going to be later than he said he would. She turned off the TV and stood, throwing the remote somewhere in the room. Blowing out the candles on the table, she knew there was only one more thing she knew to do.

Go out and find him.

Tony stopped at a stop sign and closed his eyes, rubbing them with his thumbs. He had no idea where he was. He knew he wasn't in DC anymore, and he didn't even really pay any attention to the road signs while he drove. Deciding that he better find his way back to DC, he knew he didn't want to go to the apartment.

At least, not right now.

A bar would only bring bad results to himself.

That left one place.

NCIS.

After checking all of Tony's regular restaurants, bars, McGee's house, Gibbs house, Abby's house, and back at their apartment again, Ziva really became worried. Then it was decided.

He had been kidnapped.

She drove to NCIS, forcing some people to pull off to the side of the road because, well, she drove like Ziva. She zipped into the NCIS parking lot, immediately seeing Tony's car. She ran over to it, and it was empty, his cell phone on the passenger seat floorboard. She ran into the building, flashing her badge to the guards there, before running in the elevator and frantically pushing the button. Tears now flooded her eyes, as she continued to think that he was kidnapped.

She practically ran into the squad room, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw her fiancee sitting at his desk. Anger then filled her body, "Tony!" She yelled and he looked up at her, as she was now in front of her desk. "Why are you still here?"

"I came back." Tony said simply.

"I thought you were coming home!" She said.

"Had some things on my mind." He said, his voice rising. Gibbs walked out of Vance's office and immediately herd the argument going on downstairs. He stood at the top of the stairs, listening, unbeknownst to both of his Agents.

Ziva let out a sigh and leaned on his desk with both hands, "Tony, I have something to tell you, and I wanted to tell you over dinner that I made for you over two hours ago!"

Tony stood from his desk, his chair rolling backwards, as he, too, leaned on his desk with both hands. Their faces were only inches apart, "Did you want to tell me about your little outing with McGee?"

Ziva stood to her full form, "What are you talking about?" Enraged, Tony walked around his desk and stood next to her.

"Why did you lie to me, Ziva? What is so damn secretive that you had to lie to me about where you went? This marriage will never work, Ziva, if you lie to me!"

"Tony...if you will just..."

"No! I don't understand, why? And what is up with McGee going with you to Bethesda? Did Gibbs send you two on a random drug test or something? Even still, why did you lie to me about that?!"

"Tony stop it!" Ziva screamed. Tony shut his mouth and stared directly into her eyes, waiting for her to speak, "I am pregnant, Tony." Tony only continued to stare for several seconds. He then let out a sigh and shook his head.

"How long have you known?" He said simply.

"What?"

"You heard me, Ziva, how long have you known?"

"A month."

"A month?! You have been pregnant with my child for a month and you haven't told me?!"

Ziva's eyes flooded with tears, and her voice broke as she spoke, "I did not tell you because I wanted to make sure that this baby was yours and not that man who raped me!"

"And you felt the need to not tell me about that?"

"I didn't want you to know until I knew for sure!" She yelled back at him. She took a step backwards, for she did not want to be anywhere near the man right now.

Tony let out a long sigh, "I can't believe you would hide something like that from me." He said, his voice softer now.

"I had my reasons." Ziva said through her teeth. "That is where I went with McGee. He pretended to be you, so that I could find out if this is your baby."

He took his large hand and ran it over his face, "If this is what it's going to be like, then maybe this marriage was a bad idea." Ziva closed her eyes and pressed her lips together, the tears that she held back now rolling down her face. From his position upstairs, Gibbs put his hand over his mouth in shock. He couldn't believe what his senior field agent just said. Ziva pulled the beautiful piece of jewelry off of her finger on her left hand and walked over to Tony, placing the ring in his hand and closing his fingers over it.

"Maybe it was."

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