8 Months Pregnant (Part 2)...
Tony tried to sleep.
He really did.
But he couldn't, not a wink.
Ziva didn't sleep much either. She tossed and turned, and had 3 nightmares, but he'd just calm her down and rub her back until she fell asleep. He was surprised when the alarm started to buzz, and he reached over Ziva quickly and shut it off, relieved that she didn't stir. He let out a silent sigh and brushed the hair out of her face, placing a kiss on her forehead before slipping out of the bed and into the shower.
He would rather stay at home, in bed, holding Ziva, but he knew that Gibbs would kill him.
After he was dressed and ready for work, he ran a hand over his tired face and walked back over to the bed, pulling the covers up to Ziva's shoulder. Gently, he placed his hand on Ziva's belly and felt Bailey move inside of her, causing a small smile to form on his lips. He walked into the kitchen and pulled out a notepad, scribbling a quick note down for Ziva before adding his weapon to his and leaving the apartment.
"Morning." Tony said as he walked into the squad room, placing his gun in it's usual drawer.
"Morning." Tim replied, and then looked at Ziva's desk, "No Ziva today?"
Tony shook his head, "No. She needs to rest."
McGee nodded, "I understand." He looked up at Tony again, "She'll be here soon."
Tony glanced at the junior agent before returning to his work. Unable to concentrate, he stood from his desk, "I need coffee." He said, and started to leave the squad room when a plastic cup filled with hot liquid was placed on his desk in front of him. Tony looked up and half smiled, "Thanks boss."
"Don't get used to it." Gibbs commented as he walked around his desk, "Where is your wife, DiNozzo?"
"Home." Was Tony's reply.
"Good. Make sure she stays there."
The squad room was quiet until Gibbs' cell phone rang, and he muttered the words 'gear up', and they disappeared onto the field. They returned around lunch time, and when Gibbs headed down to autopsy and the lab, Tony walked to behind the stairs, dialing Ziva's number quickly. Furrowing his eyebrows together, he hung up from her voicemail and dialed the house phone.
No answer there either.
She must be sleeping, he thought. But then shook that out of his mind, Ziva rarely slept past nine, much less 12.
Confused, and now slightly worried, he returned to the squad room, and listened to McGee ramble on for what seemed like hours about Petty Officer Matt Hayden. He walked behind the stairs again and dialed her number.
Now, he was worried.
He quickly moved into the squad room again, collecting his gun from it's drawer. "Gotta check on Ziva, boss." He said, and he ran to the elevator. He made it to their apartment in about 15 minuets, even beating Ziva's previous record. He rushed in and ran straight to their bedroom, finding Ziva exactly where he left her, asleep in their bed.
He let out a deep sigh of relief and walked over to her, pulling the covers up to her shoulder again. He brushed some of the hair out of her face and used his left hand to feel of her forehead, to see if she had a fever.
Cool as a cucumber.
He smiled. Ziva would've got that wrong.
Leaning down ,he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and walked silently out of the room. He was just about out of the apartment when he heard the bedroom door open. He smiled, "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't want to wake you."
She waddled over to him and pulled him into a hug, "You should have." She said.
"You okay sweetheart?" He asked.
She nodded and placed her hands on her belly, "I am fine." He continued to stare, "I just do not want to stay in bed all day." She clarified.
"Well you can't go to the office." He stated and she narrowed her eyes at him, causing him to shake his head, "No, Zi. You gotta stay here. Rest. You didn't get much sleep last night."
She cupped his face and ran her thumbs over the dark circles under his eyes, "It appears that you did not either, Tony."
"I'm fine. You go back to bed."
"I do not want to go back to bed."
"Ok, you don't have to go back to bed." He said and she smiled as he wrapped his arm around her, walking with her to the couch, "Then you come here, sit down, turn on the TV and relax. See? You're not in bed."
"Tony!" She pouted.
"Hey, I said you didn't have to go back to bed, I didn't say you could go anywhere." He leaned down and kissed her again and started to walk towards the door.
"Don't go." Ziva said softly as she watched him walk to the door. Tony bent down and picked up his NCIS issued backpack, turning to her, confused.
"What?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed together. He walked over to her, "Did you say something?"
Ziva's eyes grew big. She didn't even know why she didn't want Tony to leave.
Hormones.
That's what it was, she decided.
"I said I love you." She said, a small smile on her face. Tony smiled and leaned down, placing another passionate kiss on her lips.
"I love you too." He said, and walked towards the door, "Now get some rest."
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Tony returned to the squad room and Gibbs walked over to him, concern in his blue eyes, "She ok?"
He sighed and nodded, "Yeah boss. She's fine. Stubborn. But fine."
"Good." He replied, and pointed to Tony's desk, "Paperwork."
Tony gaped as Gibbs left the squad room, "I'm kicked off the case?!"
McGee chuckled from his desk, "Solved the case, Tony."
He snapped his head towards McGee, "What?" He looked down at his watch, "That's a new record!"
Tim chuckled and stood from his desk, "Yep. Well, I have a late lunch with Abby. See ya." Tony rolled his eyes and opened the top folder on his desk, pulling a pen from the caddy. But, rather than actually working on the paperwork, he sat there, clicking the pen open and closed.
Open.
Closed.
Open.
Closed.
He didn't even realize that Gibbs was standing in front of him until Jethro cleared his throat, "What is wrong with you, DiNozzo?"
Tony sighed, all of his thoughts summed up into 9 words, "I don't think I'm ready to be a father."
Gibbs just stared at him for a couple more seconds before speaking, "You sure?"
Tony sighed, once again, and then looked down at his desk, trying to find the words that seemed to be stuck in his mouth. He finally looked back up at his boss after a long moment of silence, "I think so."
"You don't think so. You either know or you don't. There's no in between on this, DiNozzo."
Tony groaned and slammed his hand down, "Fine, I'm not ready."
Gibbs stared at him. Oh how much he wanted to slap him upside the head, take him outside and yell, poke, and fight for Ziva and the child that he knew they, yes that included Tony, loved oh so much.
And wanted.
Dearly.
Instead, he just stared.
And stared.
Before he finally found his words, nodding shortly, "Okay." He started away, towards his desk, and Tony abruptly stood up.
"Okay?" He demanded, "That's all you have to say? Is 'okay'?"
Gibbs paused between the plasma by his desk and McGee's desk, looking over his shoulder, turning halfway towards Tony as he shrugged his shoulders, "What am I s'posed to say?"
"Uh...maybe you could think of why the hell I'm thinking this? Now?"
Gibbs, once again, brought on a silence, "Why?" He finally questioned, his tone short and definite.
"I just asked you that!"
He turned on him, "No, DiNozzo, I'm asking you."
"You're pissed." He finally deduced and Gibbs looked around the squadroom before lifting one finger and beckoning him to follow him. He started out of the bullpen, Tony following behind him like a little lost puppy dog, into the elevator.
Tony wasn't surprised.
The doors closed and Gibbs paused a second or two before reaching over and flicking the emergency stop switch.
Again, he wasn't surprised.
Gibbs turned towards him, walking quickly at him, so quickly that Tony didn't even have the chance to react. He got eye level to him and pierced him with his icy blue eyes, the tinting of the elevator making his eyes more prominent. And, somehow, more deadly.
In a sense.
Tony gulped and Gibbs had to resist the urge to smirk. He got him right where he wanted him, "Damn right I'm pissed." He muttered, his lips barely moving but his voice full of anger. Tony opened his mouth to speak, but Gibbs stopped him, "No." He uttered, "Don't speak. You're gonna listen, DiNozzo, and you're gonna listen well, understand?" Tony opened his mouth to respond once again but he then realized the course of his actions and settled with a short nod, "Ziva is special." He nearly whispered, "And I know you know that. I know she's the world to you, but now you've got two worlds to worry about. That little girl's gonna need your attention. She's gonna want your love, and by god, you better be there to give it to her. Understand?" Gibbs didn't even give him a chance to nod, much less respond, "I know you love her. I know you love your unborn child. And you're not gonna be perfect, DiNozzo. Hell, nobody in the world's perfect. But you gotta try to be. You gotta be there for them. Because the moment you don't-"
"They won't be there." Tony whispered, interrupting him. He nodded, "I know."
Gibbs backed up a step or two and Tony realized the actions of his words; he had hit a nerve. He had tested the waters, even though he knew how deep and dangerous they were, "What made you think that you couldn't be a father?"
He sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets, staring down at the ground, "After checking on Ziva...I stopped by to get some coffee in the coffee shop. There was this little girl there, and she...she tripped in front of me. She was on the ground just screaming and crying in pain, and at that moment-"
"You realized you didn't know what to do."
Tony stopped and looked up at him, "Yeah, exactly. It's like you've rehearsed this or something!"
He nodded, "Been waiting for this day. Knew it was coming. Been planning it since the day Ziva showed up and told me she was pregnant."
Tony ran a hand through his hair, "Boss, I-"
He walked to him, placing one hand on each of his shoulders, shaking him, gently, "For a moment there, Tony, I thought I wasn't gonna have to give you this speech. I thought you had the reins on this one." He let go of him and backed up, facing him fully.
"I thought I did too...but boss, that case...it really messed her up."
"Couldn't sleep?"
Tony nodded.
"Nightmares?"
Once again, he nodded, "How do you know this stuff?"
He lifted a finger and pointed at his eyes before dropping it, "You couldn't sleep either. Bothering you."
"I love her." He shrugged.
"There's not doubt in my mind about that."
Tony just stood there, "Boss I-"
"It's a learning experience. But trust me..." He looked him straight into his green eyes, "...Anthony...you will...be a great father." He admitted, nodding his head as if he was trying to convince himself of it.
"Thanks, boss."
Gibbs smirked as he reached over and flicked the emergency switch, the elevator rising up to the squadroom. The doors opened and Gibbs stepped out, calling over his shoulder as he exited, "It'll be 'Uncle Jethro' in a month."
Tony smiled as he put his hands in his pockets, staring down at his feet, whispering, quietly, to himself, "And a little girl will be calling me 'Daddy.'"
The silver doors slowly closed in front of him.
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"I am going to pick up Bailey, Tony." Ziva said to her husband, standing and collecting her gun from it's drawer.
Tony smiled, "Okay, I'll be home soon."
Ziva smiled and hurried over to the elevator. She walked into Bailey's daycare with a smile on her face, ready to see her child. Walking up to the desk, she signed the clipboard and moved over Melissa. "Hello Melissa." Ziva said, and then turned her attention to the other children that were running and playing with the toys. "Where is Bailey?" Melissa seemed nervous as she looked down at the floor and then back up at Ziva, who was growing impatient, "Where is Bailey?" Ziva asked again, but this time, it was slower to make sure she understood.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. DiNozzo, but she's gone."
Ziva sat up quickly, her breathing labored, heart rate accelerated, and her arms were now around her belly. She threw her legs over the couch and sat up, shaking her head to herself as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
It was ridiculous to be having nightmares like that.
She looked at the clock over on the wall and knew that Tony would be home soon. A small smiled formed on her face.
She missed him.
Grabbing the remote, she turned the TV off and stood from the couch, walking straight to the refrigerator. She pulled out a box of strawberries and took a bite out of one.
Ziva really didn't understand herself.
Normally, she hated strawberries.
Normally, sleeping all day was not gonna happen.
Missing Tony?
She looked down at her belly, placing the hand that didn't have the strawberry on it. "You are doing this to me, Bailey." She said softly. She finished that strawberry and decided that it wasn't enough, and she needed something else. Walking over to the cabinet that contained plates, she opened it.
Correction: the cabinet that usually contained plates.
She looked down at the sink full of dishes and wrinkled her nose in disgust. It wasn't really Tony's fault that no the sink was full, for they had been eating out a lot, and Tony didn't have time to do them. Ziva pulled up her sleeves and turned on the water, allowing one side of the sink to fill half full before adding soap.
And one by one, she washed the dishes.
When she finished washing, rinsing, drying, and putting the dishes away, she smiled to herself, now satisfied.
That is...until she looked at the floor.
She groaned and waddled over to the broom closet, pulling out a mop and a bucket before returning to the sink, filling it up as well. She then reached under the sink and pulled out the floor cleaner, pouring over half the bottle into the bucket. After struggling to get the bucket over the sink and onto the floor, she began to mop.
About an hour later, the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, living room, dining room, and any other room in the apartment was spotless. Ziva was exhausted, her whole body hurt, but she was finally satisfied.
And then...she saw it.
A mark that was on the kitchen floor, that the mop obviously couldn't get up. She hurried back to the broom closet, pulling the scrub brush and cleaner out, hurrying back into the kitchen. Now on her hands and knees, she poured some cleaner onto the stubborn mark and began to scrub when the front door opened.
Tony DiNozzo walked into his apartment, furrowing his eyebrows together as the scent of Pine Sol and bleach filled his nostrils. The place was spotless, almost as clean as when he was trying to make up with Ziva a few months ago. He smiled at the memory and walked into their bedroom, placing his backpack, gun, and badge on the dresser. "Zi?" He called, briefly wondering if she'd hired a cleaning service. "Ziva?" He called again, walking back into the living room, and that's when he heard it.
Scrubbing.
"Ziva?" He said and walked into the kitchen, anger immediately filling his veins. "Ziva, get up! What are you doing?"
"Tony there was a scuff on the floor." She replied.
"I don't give a damn what was on the floor! You're 8 and a half months pregnant, get off the floor!" He walked over to her and put his arms under hers, helping her stand, "Ziva why are you doing this?"
She sighed and finally got to her feet, turning to him, "I wanted to clean, Tony." She said plainly.
Tony scoffed and got a towel, quickly cleaning up the rest of the cleaner that was on the floor, "Ziva, you should've let me do that. Or hire a cleaning service."
"You are busy at work and I am here with nothing to do."
"You're 8 months pregnant. You need to be relaxing, not going on a cleaning spree." He held the bucket up higher, so that it was on her eye level, "This is ridiculous, Ziva." He said and walked to the broom closet, shoving it in before slamming the door shut. He walked back into the bedroom and picked up the brown paper bag, walking quickly back over to her, "Brought dinner. Enjoy."
Ziva felt horrible. She knew she shouldn't have been doing that much work, for it was bad for her own body and caused stress to Bailey. She watched her husband as he walked into the living room, flopping down on the couch as he turned on the TV. He loosened his tie and propped his feet up on the coffee table. She sighed and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around her belly. She walked over to the table and picked up dinner, and back to the fridge for a beer and a bottle of water. Silently, she walked into the living room and sat down next to him, placing the beverages and dinner on the coffee table, "I am sorry, Tony."
Tony had his elbow propped up on the back of the couch, and his head was leaning on that arm. He used his thumb and finger to rub his forehead, "No, Ziva, there's no need for you to be sorry." He wrapped an arm around her, "I'm just worried about you, not only the actual work but the fumes from the cleaners. But I shouldn't have blown up like that." Ziva looked down at her hands and he pulled her closer, placing a kiss on her lips, "You okay?"
She nodded, "I am fine." She looked down at her belly, "We are fine."
Tony couldn't help but smile, "Good. Now lets eat." She leaned up and kissed him again, this time, it turned passionate. He looked down and smiled, rubbing her arm with his hand, "What was that for?" He grinned, "Not that I mind."
"I have...missed you today." She admitted softly.
Tony chuckled and pressed another kiss on her lips, "I missed you too." He said. She reached for his beer and opened it for him.
"I will put in a movie and we will go to bed early, yes?"
"Zi..."
"You are exhausted, Tony."
"Maybe a little but..."
She put a finger on his lips to silence him, "Not another word." After putting the movie in, she returned to her seat and leaned against Tony. He placed his hand on her belly, feeling Bailey move inside of her. Ziva looked up at him, "Only one more month."
Tony chuckled nervously, "Yeah, I know Zi."
Oh, how he knew.
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"Maybe I could lie." Tony thought as he tapped the end of his pen against his teeth.
"What?" McGee demanded, looking up at the senior field agent in confusion. Sometimes, honestly, the man made no sense.
"Yeah..." He continued to think out loud, "...that might just work!"
"Tony!" McGee all but shouted, "What in the world are you talking about?"
Tony turned and looked at Tim, almost with a disgusted face on, "Who got your panties in a twist, McGrouchy? Hopefully a woman this time?"
McGee just rolled his eyes and scoffed slightly, taking in a deep breath before looking at him, "I just would like to know what you're talking about."
Tony sighed and moved back to the forward position at his desk, staring at Ziva's empty one in front of him, "Ziva."
Again, he rolled his eyes, "There's a surprise."
"Hey!" Tony pointed at him, a straight line, "No one asked for your back talk, McSassypants."
"Now who's the one with his panties in a twist?" He grinned and Tony just stared at him.
"For your information, McGee, I don't wear underwear, much less panties. Just ask Ziva over-" He stopped and dropped the hand he was using to gesture towards her desk with.
"She's not here..." He reminded him.
"I know that!" Tony snapped.
"By the way, forgot to ask you, when's she coming in?"
"Hopefully not until that baby pops out." Gibbs responded as he strode in, coffee cup in hand. He took a sip, swallowing it slowly as he walked to his desk, before muttering the words that were like the red light at the intersection turning green, "Gear up."
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"I don't think I've ever had so much fun, in my life." Tony rolled his eyes as he took in a deep breath, staring down the large hill to where the mangled marine's body lay, "Freaking hate hills." He muttered to himself, staring down at his custom, Italian shoes, "These are new shoes too!" He shouted, even though McGee, Ducky, and Palmer, who were already starting down the hill, weren't paying attention at all.
"Well why don't you just call your wife, have her bring you some new ones?" Gibbs suggested, approaching him from behind. Tony failed to notice the sarcasm in his voice.
"Good idea, boss!" he grinned, reaching for his cell which was clipped to his belt.
Before he even had a chance to put his hand on it, his head was greeted with a hard slap, causing him to wince and retract his hand, "Right." He muttered, "Stupid idea, I got it."
Gibbs just smirked and then nodded before starting down the hill, "You coming, DiNozzo?"
Tony looked down at his shoes and then up at Jethro, "But...boss!" he all but whined, "My shoes...can I please call Ziva?"
"No!"
"But I haven't heard her voice all day!"
"Whose fault is that?" He responded.
"Well uh..." Tony started and then sighed, "Damn it, boss." He muttered before he started carefully down the hill, trying to carefully step over the branches, so that his shoes didn't get scraped.
Gibbs, from the now straight plateau that the marine lay on, smirked.
Ducky smiled as he looked up at him, "What is funny?"
"DiNozzo..."
"What did he do now?" He sighed, looking around him at Tony, who was struggling to get a branch out of the way of his shoes.
"Marital problems."
"Already? I would have thought that Ziva-"
"Not with Ziva." He shook his head and Ducky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, standing up as he looked at Gibbs, McGee, and Jimmy.
"Then what-"
"With his shoes."
"DiNozzo, hurry up!" Gibbs shouted.
Tony sighed, "I'm trying, boss!" He nearly tripped over a root as he finished down the hill, his arms flailing in every direction, "There we go." He smiled, sticking his hands up in the air, grinning, "It's good!"
McGee just rolled his eyes as he turned back to the body. Gibbs just stared at him, "Get to work. Stop messing around."
Tony saluted him, "Sir, yes sir!" He caught Gibbs' stare and then quickly ducked, trying to avoid the head slap he knew was coming.
It didn't.
McGee laughed and Tony narrowed his eyes at him, "Stuff it." He muttered, grabbing the camera out of McGee's hands.
"Hey!" He protested, "I was using that!"
Tony just laughed, "Sure you were..." He snapped a photo of the body as Jimmy determined the TOD thanks to the liver probe, "So how did our poor marine die, old wise Ducky?" He grinned and Ducky sighed.
"Bullet in the head, DiNozzo, come on that's like..." McGee started.
"...elementary, my dear McWatson." Tony finished, grinning.
McGee rolled his eyes as Tony's phone rang, "Pick up your phone."
"Pick up your phone." Tony mocked before snatching it from his belt, not bothering to look at the caller ID, "DiNozzo." He responded and then broke out into a grin, "Sweetheart!" Gibbs and McGee just looked at each other, Gibbs ready to walk over there and grab the phone from his hands and snap it shut before something Tony said made him stop dead in his tracks. He watched as the smile slipped off of his face, replaced nearly instantly with a concerned one, "What?" He questioned, his voice full of worry, "Where does it hurt?...okay, okay, I got it..." Tony started to pace around the body, obviously nervous. Tim and Jethro shared a look with each other, Ducky and Jimmy staring up at Tony as he continued to walk, "I'll be there as soon as I can....no, don't drive...I'll be there as fast as I can....Zi, I promise....me too." He hung up the phone and replaced it back on his belt, everyone staring at him with baited breath, "Ziva's in pain I gotta-"
"Contractions?" McGee asked and Tony shrugged his shoulders.
"All she said was that she was having severe abdominal pain. Look, I gotta-"
"I know." Gibbs interrupted, "I'll be there as soon as I can. You just get Ziva under control." Gibbs chucked him the keys to the Charger, "I'll take the truck back with McGee."
Tony paused and then nodded shortly, hurrying towards the car. They all watched as Tony jogged out of sight, the fact that he had brand new shoes on and just went through dirt, branches, and thorns forgotten. Ducky stood up and walked towards Gibbs, staring at him, "I am concerned. It is entirely too early for her to be having that child."
Gibbs nodded, "I know. But she's not in labor."
"She is in severe pain, Jethro..."
Gibbs stared at him, his blue icy eyes piercing him, "She still hasn't recovered from Africa." He quietly said, and, for Ducky, that was all that needed to be said.
"That woman has courage." He admitted.
"So does her husband."
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Tony held Ziva's hand tightly in his, helping her off of the couch in their apartment, wrapping his arms around her waist as she scrunched her face up in agony. Tony had never seen her like this; he had never seen her in so much pain.
"Come on, Zi, let's go." He whispered, urging her on as they slowly made it to the doorway, all of her weight supported on Tony as she clung onto him.
She gasped as they made it out of the apartment, making it halfway to the elevator, "You okay?" He questioned and she just nodded as Tony helped her into the elevator. He knew that she wasn't 'all right', and that she was in complete pain, but he just didn't feel like arguing with her.
He helped her into the elevator, wanting to know what on earth posessed him to leave her at home.
Alone.
He had been dreading this moment for a while.
And now he understood why.
He let the silver doors close in front of him as they started down the elevator, to the lobby, where they would make it out to Tony's car before going straight to the hospital.
And all Tony could think about was one thing:
Ziva.
Well, two things.
Ziva.
And her health.
Not to mention the little girl inside of her.
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Tony had felt better once the doctor's had gotten her safely in bed, the pain that was surging through her eyes suddenly disappearing. She looked more relaxed now, her hands resting on top of her belly, through the sheets.
Tony smiled as he walked in, the doctor finally letting him into her room. She looked up from her hands, which were picking at her nails, on the sheet, and then up at him, "Hey." She whispered as he approached her, placing one hand on each side of her.
"Hey back." He smiled, pecking her lightly on the lips before placing a hand on top of her head, brushing her hair back before staring deep into her eyes, "Are you okay now?"
She paused before nodding slightly and he sighed, "You're a horrible liar."
"I am not lying!" she defended, "I am not." She emphasized.
Tony let go of her, reluctantly, and grabbed a chair, pulling it closer to her bedside. He sat down and stared at her, "So what did the doctor say?"
"I was having contractions." She finally decided, after a couple of minutes of silence; it was just her, staring at the door, wondering what to do. Or, in this case, what to say.
"But I thought they shouldn't cause pain." Ziva looked at him, "Okay, so much pain."
She stared at him, her eyes speaking volumes through the silence, "They are not." She admitted, softly.
Tony was about to open his mouth and respond when the door opened, revealing the doctor that had treated Ziva, "Hello, Mrs. DiNozzo..." He smiled and then looked at Tony as Ziva nodded, "I am going to assume that you're the husband?"
"Yup." He nodded, "Tony DiNozzo...what's wrong with my wife?"
He sighed, "Could I speak with you for a moment, Mr. DiNozzo?"
Tony and Ziva looked at each other before Tony sighed and stood, gently squeezing Ziva's arm as he followed the doctor out of the room and outside into the hallway, "What's up, Doc?"
"Has she...by any chance...been sexually abused?" he chose his words carefully and he realized that the answer to the question he had asked was 'yes' just by Tony's body language.
He ran a hand through his hair, "Not by me." He finally said.
"But you are the father of the child, correct?"
He nodded and bit the inside of his lip, "Yeah."
"It seems that she was just having normal contractions, as any pregnant woman should before birth. She has about three weeks before the baby's going to be due, and we were puzzled as to why the contractions inflicted such pain onto her." Tony just stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He knew he couldn't respond much anyways, for he was, literally, going to pummel someone if he dwelled too much on the topic of Ziva and the terrorist in Africa, "The only explanation is that she had been sexually assaulted and her body has not fully recovered." He sighed, "If you do not mind me asking...do you know when she was..."
"She was a month pregnant." He sighed, biting the inside of his lip harder. He tasted blood, but he didn't care. He just didn't want to rip out the doctor's tongue.
"I see." he examined his clipboard one more time, "Well, that was all that I needed to know."
"You need to tell Ziva."
The doctor paused and then nodded, "Then let's do that now." He opened up the door to her room and walked in, Tony following behind him. He took his seat back next to her beside as the doctor stood at the foot of the bed, staring at the two, "It was just contractions that caused your pain, Mrs. DiNozzo, but...the reason they were so painful was because of-"
"It is because I was raped, yes?"
Tony felt his grip tighten on the sheets on Ziva's bed at the sound of the word. He winced his eyes closed and turned away slightly, biting the inside of his lip once again. How could she just, so bluntly, say that?
The doctor paused, "Yes." he finally responded, "Birth will be extremely painful for you, especially considering the pain you were in over the contraction.
Tony had to try to prevent himself from passing out, the constant image of Ziva screaming out in complete and utter pain, squeezing his hand until it turned purple, and him being completely and utterly helpless, plaging his mind.
He sighed as he realized that the dark circles under his eyes were just going to get bigger.
He wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.