Two Months Later...

Ziva felt Tony stir, causing her to open her eyes, yawning in the process. She turned as much as she could, for Tony had his arms tight around her, and focused on the clock, 0451h. Normally, she'd be getting up at this time to go for a run. She smiled down at the now noticeable baby in her belly. She turned to her husband, who was still peacefully sleeping. He slept in a pair of sweatpants and no shirt, and for some reason he looked incredibly sexy to her. She freed one of her hands and ran it through his hair, causing his eyes to open, slowly.

He smiled at her through the darkness, "Good morning." He whispered, kissing her lips gently. He yawned and felt unusually tired, "What time is it?" He mumbled.

"0500h." Ziva said plainly. She bit her bottom lip as she leaned in to kiss him, this time it was more passionate, her belly pressing into his stomach. He broke the kiss, and yawned again.

"0500h? I'm going back to sleep!" He said, as if he was offended that he was awake at the hour. He closed his eyes and quickly returned to a deep sleep, a slight snore escaping from his mouth. Ziva sighed and knew that she couldn't go back to sleep, with her back that now always hurt, so she removed herself from Tony's grip and walked into the bathroom, grabbing her toothbrush.

As she brushed, she watched her husband sleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Ziva scoffed as she spit the toothpaste in the sink, quickly rinsing her mouth out. If he wasn't so tired, then she would be having her way with him at this moment.

Because he was being completely irresistible.

Damn him.

After she was finished having lustful thoughts, she walked into the kitchen and looked in the fridge for something to eat. She opened one container, something that used to be lasagna she guessed, but it appeared as if it was several weeks old.

Suddenly disgusted, she no longer wanted anything to eat.

As she walked into the living room, she looked at the calendar that was on the wall, the next day circled in red. Ziva smiled.

She was going to the doctor.

Walking to the couch, she sat down on it, grabbing the remote and flicking on the TV. There was nothing on but infomercials at that hour, and the bored her back to sleep.

About an hour later, Tony DiNozzo walked into the living room, freshly out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and another thrown over his shoulder. He smiled at his sleeping wife, walking over to her and squatting down, he shook her shoulder gently. "Sweetcheeks..." He said quietly. He leaned down further and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Sweetheart, you gotta get ready for work. Gibbs will kill us if we don't find Hopkins soon." Ziva opened her eyes slowly.

There, standing in front of her, was Anthony DiNozzo.

And he was in a towel.

Wet.

"Oh my god, Tony." She mumbled, putting her hands on his chest. Tony raised an eyebrow as she pushed him down on the floor, immediately straddling her legs over his...lower area.

"Ziva, what are you doing?" He asked, a smile on his face, "Not that I mind." He put his arms around her as she pressed her lips to his, the kiss heating up quickly. Tony broke the kiss, breathless. "We have to go to work. Gibbs will kill us."

"No, Tony. I need you now." She replied, slowly dragging her hands down his body, her nails slightly scratching his skin.

"Ziva, you gotta stop." Tony said, running his hands over his face. She was driving him insane. Ziva suddenly looked sad, but he leaned up, causing her to sit in his lap, her belly pressing up against his, "Tonight." He whispered, a smile stretched across his face as he kissed her.

Ziva sighed, for she knew Tony was right. Gibbs really would kill them if they were late, for he'd been a sour mood since the case started, "Fine." She snapped. She she removed herself from Tony's lap, getting on her knees, when Tony stopped her, lifting her shirt, pressing his lips against her belly.

"Good morning, baby DiNozzo!" He said happily, and then stood quickly to his feet, his towel falling in the process. He held his hands down to Ziva, ignoring the fact that he was now completely naked. She grabbed them and he helped her stand to her feet, as he kissed her again. Ziva groaned and pulled down her shirt.

"Put some clothes on." She mumbled as she walked away from him, and into the bathroom.

Of course she felt like that towards Tony before, but that was when she couldn't have him.

But now, he was just...irresistibly sexy.

She quickly stripped her clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the cold knob.

Maybe a cold shower is what she needed.

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The elevator doors slid open and Tony broke the kiss that was being forced upon his lips, again, not that he minded. "This is our floor." He mumbled. Ziva let out a sigh and let him go, all of him go. Tony grabbed her hand, letting out a satisfied sigh as they walked into the squad room, "Good morning." He announced.

Tim looked up only from his computer for only a second as he spoke in a monotone, "Morning." Seconds later, Gibbs strolled in, walking past the three desks, not saying a word until he sipped on his coffee first.

"What do you have?" He said, his voice just as grumpy as it was the night before.

As usual, McGee stumbled on his words, "Uh, well, um..." He started.

"What McGee?" Gibbs said, now more annoyed then before.

"Hopkins has no family, and...uh...from what I can tell he had no reason to be anywhere near Dade's residence."

"I know all of that, McGee!" Gibbs snapped. "I want to know why he was in their house, on their bed, naked, and dead!"

"Right, boss. But uh...the Dade's have a friend of a friend that said that Hopkins looked familiar."

"Find out."

"I uh...did boss."

"Why didn't you just say that?!" Gibbs yelled, and McGee took a visible gulp. Tony looked over at Ziva and shook his head in disbelief. The boss was grumpier than usual. As Tony turned back to the show, Ziva watched the man in front of her. He had to pick out jeans that fit him perfectly and a shirt that brought out his eyes today? She groaned and buried her head in her hands.

The cold shower didn't help after all.

"The friend...her name is Amber Butler, she noticed Hopkins from a job she had three years ago. I called there, and found Hopkins' ex-roommate. He's on the way in." McGee let out a sigh of relief, and Gibbs walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"At least someone is working around here." Gibbs said. Tony and Ziva looked at each other before rapidly typing on their computers, trying to find anything to keep Gibbs...well...kind of happy. "DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked, and both Tony and Ziva looked up, one eyebrow raised, but he was facing Ziva, "You interrogate..." He stopped when he realized that the junior agent didn't give him a name.

McGee perked up, "Oh, uh, his name is Andy Carter."

"You interrogate Andy Carter. DiNozzo and I will observe, McGee get down to Abby's lab and help her. I want this case solved." And with that, he walked out of the squad room, towards the back elevator, McGee following behind, so that he could help Abby, as Gibbs demanded it.

About an hour later, and with Ziva staring lustfully at her husband, Andy Carter arrived, a NCIS visitor's badge clipped to his shirt. Andy smiled immediately when Ziva stood, pulling her shirt down further as she walked over to him.

"I am Officer DiNozzo, I will escort you, Mr. Carter." Tony grinned his famous 1000-watt smile. She said Officer DiNozzo. Tony lost his smile when Andy smiled, looking her up and down.

"Well, that's a good thing." Ziva half smiled as she walked in front of him, Andy watch her backside as she walked, and this didn't go unnoticed by Tony.

Ziva turned the knob on the silver door, and motioned to the table, "Have a seat, Mr. Carter." He looked her up and down again before walking past her, to one of the chairs.

"You can call me Andy." He said proudly. Ziva chuckled and pulled out the opposite chair, making herself comfortable before Andy spoke again, "So why am I here, beautiful?" He asked.

"Do you know a man by the name of Sean Hopkins?"

"That bastard? Yeah I know him. What did he do now?"

Ziva smiled, "What makes you think he did something, Mr. Carter?"

"Andy. And he was always getting in trouble." He said, sitting back in the chair, "Had a different chick there every night, drove me insane. So what did he do?"

"He was murdered. Three days ago."

Andy only shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe that. Knew it was going to happen one day."

"Have you spoken to him lately?"

"No, I moved out of there and I haven't seen him since." Ziva nodded.

"Do you know if he has any connections with Mark or Melissa Dade?"

"You have the most gorgeous eyes." Andy said, leaning up towards her.

"Answer the question, please." Ziva replied softly.

From observation Tony looked over at Gibbs, "I'm going in there."

"No you're not." Gibbs replied.

Tony gaped, "He's flirting with my wife!"

"She'll handle it, Tony." Gibbs said, "Give her time."

Tony crossed his arms and glared at the man through the glass, "If he touches her, I'm going in there."

Andy sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "He dated a girl named Melissa a few years ago. But her last name wasn't Dade, it was..." He sat back and thought, and the room was quiet for several seconds, "Jones. Melissa Jones."

Ziva nodded and stood from her chair, and Andy stood from his chair, "Thank you, Mr. Carter. Please wait here. Someone will be with you soon." Andy quickly walked around the table and stood in front of her.

"You?" He said, smiling at her. Ziva only chuckled and raised her left hand.

"I am married, Mr. Carter." She said plainly.

Andy then frowned, "Happily?"

Ziva smiled, "Oh yes." She walked to the door, turned the handle, "Please wait here."

She closed the interrogation door and stood for a second, a smile on her face.

Ziva David-DiNozzo still had 'it'.

Even when she was pregnant.

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After finding out that Melissa Dade's maiden name was, in fact, Jones, and Gibbs didn't believe in coincidences, he and McGee went to pick her up. Ziva walked into the squad room after her visit to the ladies room, (she was doing that a lot more often), and stopped when she heard Tony calling her name.

"Hey, Zi, look at this. Could be something interesting." He said. Ziva sighed and walked over to him, leaning on his desk with her arms.

Ziva shook her head, "Checked him out yesterday. He has been in California visiting his Uncle for the last two weeks."

Tony frowned, "Oh." Ziva took a deep breath, inhaling her husbands intoxicating scent. And before she knew it, she was leaning even closer to him, her lips almost touching his neck.

"You smell wonderful." She mumbled.

Tony smiled and turned around in his chair, so that he was facing her. "Really?" He said, a devilish grin plastered on his face. Ziva sat down in his lap, her pregnant belly pressed up against his shirt. She put both of her hands on his chest, much like that morning, and ran them slowly up to his shoulders.

"Yes." She said. She looked around the building, and the place was about empty, for it was almost noon and lunchtime. "Now, Tony." She mumbled before crashing down on his lips. Tony couldn't help but moan into the kiss, he had no idea what had gotten into her.

But he liked it.

If it was even possible, Tony wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, slipping his large hands under her shirt, running them down her back. He broke the kiss and then started kissing down her neck, as she unbuttoned his shirt. Somehow, his hands made it to the front and up to her breasts, causing her to moan as he kissed down to her shoulders, moving the shirt in the process. She unbuttoned the last button and Tony turned them around in the chair, placing her on the desk. Just as he was about to rip her shirt off of her, his desk phone rang, causing both of them to jump slightly.

Tony let out a sigh and reached around Ziva, who was kissing the skin right below his earlobe, driving him wild. "Special Agent DiNozzo." Tony said into the phone, as Ziva continued unbuckling his belt, oblivious to the world around her. "Yeah. Right boss."

"Oh and DiNozzo?"

Tony held his breath to stop a moan, "Yeah?"

"Get back to work."

Tony nodded, as if the boss could see, and put his hands on top of Ziva's stopping them from moving across his body. She looked up at him as he pressed a kiss against her lips. "Gibbs and McGoo are on the way back." He said softly. Ziva only continued to stare, "I don't want all of my co-workers to see you naked on my desk, so we're going to have to wait until tonight."

Ziva let the corners of her mouth tug upwards as she got back on her own feet, placing another kiss on his lips. She ran a hand over his thigh, causing him to moan slightly, "I cannot wait." She mumbled, walking back to her own desk.

Tony ran a hand over his face and then through his hair as his jeans suddenly got tighter.

"Oh me either, sweetcheeks. Me either."

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Tony checked his watch once more.

He didn't think that he could possibly take it anymore.

Ziva had constantly been staring at him, licking her lips and biting at the end of her pen, gently, tracing it over her teeth at times.

Several times during the day, he had managed to swallow down the moan that was ready to escape his throat when Gibbs had barked at him, causing the moan to slip out, Ziva smiling happily.

She also seemed to be more clumsy, dropping pens or other objects in front of him, bending down slowly and then standing up just as slowly.

Tony lost count of how many times he had been slapped that day when it reached double digits.

Gibbs even had to send Ziva out of the room just so that he'd speak in complete sentences.

During their lunch break was the worst, however, Ziva sitting across from him at the table in the break room, eating her yogurt slowly, pulling the spoon out and then licking her lips.

Tony lost his appetite.

For food, of course.

Not for Ziva.

When Gibbs finally dismissed them, Tony couldn't have jumped out of his seat faster, bolting towards the elevator, his backpack flying behind him, like a cape, "Come on, sweetheart, let's go!" He shouted over his shoulder and she stood up slowly, packing her backpack as if she was a snail on a marathon. Tony was about to step into the elevator when he noticed that Ziva wasn't behind him. He snapped his head and looked over towards the bullpen, watching as she bent down to pick something up, "Ziva!" He shouted and she jumped.

"Yes, Tony?" She asked, her voice sultry.

He groaned, "Let's go!"

She swung the backpack over her shoulder and walked towards him, a little more swing from her hips in her step this time.

As soon as she was in arms length to him, he grabbed her, all but throwing her into the elevator.

He had to be careful, however, considering that she was, in fact, pregnant. He slammed his fist onto the buttons of the elevator, the garage button lighting up as the doors closed. They felt the elevator jolt as it started to go down, and Tony shoved her up against the wall, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, smiling seductively at him, running her hands through his brown hair, her belly shoved up against his torso.

"Damn it, Ziva, what the hell are you trying to do?" He demanded, his face just inches from hers, "Make me suffer?" He questioned and she smirked, her eyes slightly closed.

"It worked..."

He, almost angrily, placed a kiss on her lips, placing one hand on her side, both of them fighting for control of the kiss. Tony slipped a hand up her shirt and over her back, feeling her muscles, her smooth, soft skin...she moaned into his mouth and they broke the kiss, only because they both needed oxygen. The elevator doors dinged open and Tony sighed, backing up slightly from Ziva, who unlocked her ankles from where they were around Tony's waist.

He grinned and wrapped his arm around her waist, Ziva doing the same as they walked towards Tony's Mustang. Ziva looped her fingers through his belt loop, rubbing her thumb on his skin, causing him to groan again, "Get in the car..." He muttered, "You're driving me freaking insane. I need to get home and get you in bed before I crash this baby-" He patted his car.

Ziva smiled, batting her eyelashes slightly, "Your baby is right here."

Tony groaned again, looking at her from the other side of the car, "Get in the damn car, woman!"

Tony didn't feel like waiting around for Ziva anymore, for she was walking extremely slowly.

She had been so forward with her actions towards him all day, and all of a sudden she decided to slow down?

"Ziva!" he shouted from the top of the stairs to the apartment complex. She had just started on the first one, "Hurry. Up." He said through gritted teeth. He was seriously going to lose it if she wasn't going to move any faster.

Growling, he flew down the stairs and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder, "Tony!" she gasped as he jogged back up the steps, her bouncing on his shoulder with his step. He kicked open the door and kicked it closed, making a bee line to the bedroom.

He was slightly angry, super impatient, and completely and out of his mind crazy for this woman, but he made sure to set her down softly onto the comforter. He brushed back her hair with one hand, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, pulling back slowly, "You're out of your mind." He grinned, laughing.

"Just shut up, Tony, I've been waiting all day." She muttered, and Tony grinned as her fingers flew over the buttons on his shirt, sliding it off with ease, the green material falling onto the bed post of the frame. He adjusted his position on top of her, pulling off the sweater she was wearing, flinging it against the wall.

He kissed her belly, after caressing it with his palms, leaving a hot trail slowly down to the line where her pants were. He undid them quickly and slipped them off her perfectly shaved legs, chucking them in the same direction of her sweater.

The rest of the clothes came off and, eventually, around 2100h, Ziva collapsed next to Tony, who was breathing heavily himself. He checked his watch and then dropped it, "Two hours and fifteen minutes." He breathed, glancing over at her, his hand absentmindedly playing with his chest hair, scratching it. He felt as if he had just run a marathon, and he looked over at his wife, who was happily curled up against his side, her arm lazily thrown over his abdomen.

He kissed her forehead gently, running a hand up and down her side, "What's gotten into you lately?" He questioned, "You've just been a little Tony sex-a-thon lately." He grinned, "Not that I mind. Or blame you. If I was a woman, I probably couldn't resist me either."

She rolled her eyes, "So modest." She sarcastically spat and he chuckled.

"I had a dream last night." He commented.

"So did I." She seductively said, sighing.

"Well mine was about us..."

"Mine too."

He groaned, "Not about sex, Zee-vah, you horny little Israeli."

She let out a breath, "Fine. What was it about?"

"Us. Going on a honeymoon trip."

She sat up quickly and looked at him, her hair falling over one shoulder, Tony desperately wanting to reach out and tug on one of the brown curls, "We never went on a honeymoon, Tony."

"Yeah, I just figured that out. Last night."

"We must go somewhere!"

"After the baby is born. I don't wanna have to worry about you when we're...wherever."

"I bet that Abby would have good suggestions for vacation destinations, yes?"

He nodded, "Yeah..." he squeezed her hip slightly, "She probably would."

"But Tony..." She still hung above him and he bit the inside of his lip, unable to keep his eyes off of her breasts, "Once the baby is born." She paused slightly, "He or she will need love and care. I am not leaving our child in the hands of Abby while we go off on vacation." He tilted his head to the side and Ziva furrowed her eyebrows at him, "What are you doing?" she demanded, "Were you paying attention to anything I said?"

He licked his lips slightly, slowly, "Your breasts are bigger..." he grinned and she slapped him in the chest, "Ouch!" He shouted, clutching his injured chest in pain, his eyes finally moving up to meet Ziva's, "What was that for?" She opened her mouth to say something but he put a hand up, "Never mind. I know why. But it's true!" he protested, running a hand up her back, "I should get you pregnant more often."

She just rolled her eyes as she laid back down next to him, so that her head was resting up against his chest. Tony was about to fall asleep when he felt a rather intense pulsing on his shoulder area. He opened his eyes and looked down at Ziva, who was sleeping peacefully. Furrowing his eyebrows together, he carefully placed two fingers against the side of her neck, checking her pulse. Her skin was warm, and her heart was beating nearly uncontrollably.

Panicking slightly, he shook her shoulder, gently, Ziva moaning as she awoke, "Round two?" She questioned, her voice almost a whisper, and he shook his head, turning her around as she sat up, holding onto her shoulders and looking her straight in the eyes.

"Your heartbeat's insane." He finally said, after swallowing.

She smiled, "You know what you do to me."

"No, no, Ziva. You were perfectly calm. You were asleep, and your heart was beating like Gibbs' on thirty cups of coffee." He carefully moved a hand down to between her breasts, holding it on her heart, his hand nearly pulsing off of her.

"It is perfectly normal, Tony." She said, looking down at his hand and then back up at his face, "Trust me."

"This doesn't feel perfectly normal."

"Abby bought me a pregnancy book almost as soon as we got back from Panama City." She explained, "Inside, one of the symptoms for month four was a rapidly beating heart."

"How come I've never seen this book?" he demanded.

"I keep it in a special place."

"Why? Can't I read it?"

She shook her head, "You won't even put it down."

He grinned, "Yeah I will..."

She shook her head again, "No you will not. My heart beating like this is nothing to be worried about, Tony. My heart is beating for not only me but..." She carefully took his hand and moved it down to her belly, resting it there, her hand over his, "...our baby."

He smiled and pulled her back down to his chest, holding her close to his body, stroking her hair, resting his hands on the small of her back. He pressed his lips up against her forehead and then sighed, "Have I ever told you that I love you?"

She smiled, "I think that that has come across once...or twice.."

"Well I do."

She wrapped her arms tighter around him, "So do I."

Nothing else was passed between them as soft snoring started from both of them, Ziva comfortably sleeping for the first time in days.

The next morning, Tony made Ziva a special breakfast and then took the liberty in calling Gibbs to inform him that they were going to take the day off.

Well, Ziva was.

Tony was screeched at that he had to come into work today, after they completed their visit to the doctor's office.

And, even though Gibbs had been yelling at him, he couldn't help but let a smile form on his face. Today, they were going to find out whether their baby was a boy or a girl.

Ziva really didn't wanna know, honestly.

She wanted it to be a surprise.

But Tony desperately wanted to know.

Besides, it was her monthly check up anyways; the doctor had to make sure that baby DiNozzo was healthy.

Tony couldn't keep the smile off of his face or his hands off of Ziva as he carefully helped her into the Mustang, drove down the street, and to the hospital. At least Ziva didn't have to go to Bethesda like she thought.

Ziva barely even had to wait as they walked in, a doctor immediately gave her and Tony a room, handing her a robe to change into. Tony grinned as he sat down in a seat, leaning back as she set the robe down on the bed, "Go on." He motioned, when he realized that she was just standing there, awkwardly, "Trust me, I've seen it all before. How do you think I got you pregnant? With my eyes closed?"

"I was hoping." She chuckled.

"Well I wasn't. Saw everything, Zivalah."

She narrowed her eyes at him, "Ever since you have heard Aunt Nettie call me that, you have not stopped!"

He shrugged, "I think it's cute."

"I think you should stop."

"Well I think that you should change before the doctor comes back in."

She huffed and all but ripped the sweater off of her body, chucking it onto the bed behind her. Tony licked his lips and growled, "Feisty."

She rolled her eyes and slipped her pants off, setting them down onto the bed as well. So there she stood, practically naked in front of Tony, who seriously couldn't stop drooling, "You're so sexy when you're pregnant..." he let out with the breathe he had unknowingly kept in.

She huffed as she slipped the robe over her head, smoothing it down with her hands, "If I was dressed up as McGee, you would think that I was 'sexy', Tony."

He let out a short laugh, "Probably." He reached for her, wanting to hold her in his arms, feel her soft skin under his fingertips, but she quickly stepped back.

"Not now." She smiled as Tony dropped his hands. She moved towards him instead of back like she was doing before, placing her lips close to his, her breasts nearly in his face, "Later..." She whispered seductively, running one hand through his hair and tracing his jawline with a fingertip before turning around and promptly walking away from him.

Tony immediately felt his jeans tighten and he shifted in his seat.

She carefully hopped up onto the bed, sitting down on the end of it. Ziva's ob/gyn, Doctor Patterson came walking in, smiling at both of them, "You're not all over here like you were last time, Mr. DiNozzo." She smiled, referring back to the check-up Ziva had had where they had scheduled the ultrasound. She had walked in on Tony practically laying on top of her, Ziva's legs wrapped around his waist and squeezing him tightly as they made-out on the bed.

That had been a rather embarrassing moment for poor Ziva.

"So first, I'm going to make sure that everything is fine with your baby, okay?" Ziva just nodded as she laid down on the bed, folding her hands over her chest and looking up at the ceiling. Tony stood up and walked towards her, standing over her. Carefully, he reached over and took one of her hands in his, squeezing it gently as he turned to the doctor, who was washing her hands in the sink.

"Hey, doc?" He questioned.

"Yes, Mr. DiNozzo?"

"Yeah, okay, I gotta couple questions...concerns...no, more like questions."

She smiled as she turned off the water and dried her hands with a paper towel, "Yes?" She prompted again.

"Okay, so last night, Ziva's heart was beating like crazy! Like our boss on thirty cups of coffee. Now you might think that no human being could possibly drink that much, but trust me....he would."

"Tony..." Ziva sighed, exasperated.

Dr. Patterson smiled, "That is perfectly normal." She nodded.

"See Tony?" She demanded, "There is nothing wrong. My heart must beat faster if you want our girl or boy to be a healthy individual!"

"Oh yeah, and her back always hurts."

"It does not always hurt, Tony." She rolled her eyes.

"Again, normal. She will start to have more backaches as she gets...larger."

Tony grinned down at her and then pecked her nose, causing her to scrunch it up. Once Tony was done interrogating the doctor and she was able to finish her routine check ups on Ziva, she turned to look at both of them, "Would you like to know the sex of your baby?"

"Yes!" Tony grinned at the same time that Ziva said, "No."

She looked between the two, "You must make up your minds!"

"You can tell Tony." She said, pointing towards him, "But I would rather not know. It was Tony who was eager like a little platypus."

She furrowed her eyebrows together and Tony corrected her automatically, "Beaver, Ziver, Beaver. So tell, tell, tell!" He was all but jumping up and down and the doctor smiled.

"I have not done the ultrasound yet, Mr. DiNozzo."

"Oh..." he stopped bouncing, "I knew that."

She smiled as she rubbed the gel over Ziva's belly, after, of course, she pulled her robe up to her chest, pulling another blanket over her bottom half. Ziva closed her eyes and the rest of the world disappeared at the moment as the doctor started using a metallic object that felt warm and good on her belly. She smiled contently and intertwined her fingers with Tony's hand.

An image slowly appeared on the screen, and Ziva closed her eyes even tighter, "Would you like to know, Zi?" Tony questioned, softly, minutes later.

She shook her head, "No...but you must promise me one thing." She turned her head towards him, opening her eyes, "When I ask you for the sex of our baby, you will tell me. Right there, at that moment."

He grinned, "Thanks, Ziva."

She just closed her eyes and returned to her position, squeezing his hand once more as the doctor leaned over and whispered in Tony's ear.

A grin spread across his face.

Boy or girl?

Only Tony knew now.