A/N: So yeah, wanted to get this done tonight because I don't know how much time I'll have this weekend to work on it. Hopefully more than I expect, but meh. Have this for now. :)

Chapter Seventeen

A few weeks later, McGee parked outside a small café in downtown Georgetown, smiling when he saw the person he was meeting there. "Hey, Sarah," he said, walking up to her and greeting her with a hug. "Sorry we haven't been able to meet up sooner. I've been . . . kinda busy." He couldn't stop the smile from crossing his face and Sarah grinned.

"I know that look, Tim," she said. "What's her name?"

He broke out of his thoughts at her question and gave her a look. "What?"

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're obviously smitten, Tim. Some girl has got you all tied up inside, and I want to know who it is."

"Well," he started, turning her around and directing her into the café, "it's kind of complicated."

"Oh my God, it's Ziva, isn't it?" Sarah asked, turning to face him and walking backwards as he kept walking into the restaurant. He rolled his eyes and she grinned. "Tim! I always knew you had a thing for her. You just stuck her with Tony in your book to throw her off."

"Sarah, like I said, it's not that easy," he responded, pushing past her and making his way to a secluded table in a far corner.

She frowned and followed him, waiting until they were both seated before she tried again. "What's going on, Tim?" she asked. "Does she know how you feel?"

"I . . ." he started, then paused as the waitress arrived and gave them menus and took their drink orders. Once she was out of sight, he continued. "Yes. She knows, and the feeling is mutual."

Sarah's mouth dropped open in surprise and glee. "Tim! That's great! What's the problem? Is it Gibbs? You said he's kinda weird about this kind of stuff."

"Well, that's part of it, but . . ." He let out a sigh. "Ziva's pregnant."

Sarah's eyes widened and she nearly screeched, "You got someone pregnant?"

McGee reached over and slapped a hand over her mouth, waving away the strange looks from other patrons as he gave her an incredulous look. "No, I did not get her pregnant! Geez, Sarah! Don't you think I'd tell you if something like that happened?"

She gave him a dirty look and said, "With how secretive you are about what happens at NCIS, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't."

The look he gave her in return was equally as annoyed. "Sarah, trust me. If I got someone pregnant – especially if that someone happened to be Ziva – you would know."

She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair, trying to decide if she should believe him, then said, "So who's the dad? I take it he's not in the picture if your feelings are mutual."

"Yeah, he's . . ." The waitress returned with two glasses of iced tea and they thanked her, then he shrugged and flicked at his glass with a finger as he thought of how to respond. "He's not in the picture," he finally repeated.

Sarah studied her brother for a moment, knowing whatever was going on with him and Ziva was serious – serious enough for him to be this bothered by it. She knew he had a tendency to fall head over heels and then have his heart broken and at first she thought this might be one of those things, but . . . Ziva was pregnant. She was going to have a baby and with the real father out of the picture . . .

"Are you ready to be a father, Tim?" she asked softly. He looked up at her after a short pause and nodded.

"Yeah, Sarah, I am," he said, his expression more serious than she'd seen him in a long time. "I didn't think I was, but then this happened and . . . I'd do anything for Ziva, Sarah. She even . . ." He smiled a bit. "She even told me she needs me. That had to take a lot for her to admit that."

Sarah nodded and smiled softly. "I'll bet." She sat up straighter in her chair then and reached across the table to put a hand on his arm. "This is a big step, Tim. I mean, it's one thing to get into a relationship, but you're taking on a baby, too! And I'm not saying you haven't thought of that, but . . ."

He shook his head, cutting her off. "No, Sarah, if there's one thing I'm completely sure of, it's this. When I said I would do anything for Ziva, I meant it." He paused and then gave her a soft smile. "I love her, Sarah. I am completely in love with Ziva David."

Meanwhile, in Silver Spring, Abby and Ziva had been spending the morning shopping and entered yet another maternity store, this one specializing in . . .

"Bras?" Ziva asked as she glanced around the store. She looked over at Abby. "You wanted to go bra shopping with me?"

Abby shrugged. "Well, I figured it was something you may not have thought of. I mean, you've had a lot to think about and proper undergarments were probably not even on your list of things to buy. You know? And you're going to need nursing bras if you're going to breast feed and . . ."

Ziva held up a hand, halting Abby's speech. "I think I get it, Abby. I appreciate the thought, but you do not find this the least bit . . . strange?"

Abby placed her hands on Ziva's shoulders. "We're friends, Ziva, right?" Ziva nodded slowly, not sure where Abby was going with this. "Then what's the problem? I mean, lots of women go shopping together. We're just shopping for bras, that's all." Ziva still looked uncertain, so Abby continued. "I won't even look when you're trying them on."

Ziva gave her a shocked look. "You expect me to try them on?" she hissed under her breath.

"Well, duh, Ziva!" Abby pushed her further into the store. "How else are you going to know if they fit or if they're comfortable? This is important stuff, Ziva."

Ziva took her friend's lead and wandered around the store, taking in the rows and rows of bras hanging on the wall. "I suppose this is something I never had to worry about much before," she admitted, looking back to meet Abby's eyes. "This pregnancy has certainly changed that, though." She returned to browsing the lingerie, as Abby considered her words and decided to say something before she chickened out.

"That's not the only thing that's changed, is it?" she asked, her voice soft. Ziva turned to look at her, feigning confusion, and she added, "And I'm not talking about the obvious fact that you're going to have a child very shortly." Ziva held her gaze for another moment before looking away. Abby sighed and turned Ziva to face her. "He feels the same way, you know."

Ziva smiled at her, but it was bittersweet. "I know, Abby. I wish it were that easy . . ."

"Oh, Ziva." Abby took the opportunity to engulf her friend in a hug. "Don't worry about Gibbs. He knows how much you guys care about each other and Ziva," she pulled away and looked her in the face, "you're having a baby! And Tim wants to be there for all of it, and not just because he's your friend and that's the kind of guy he is. And I know you wouldn't let him in if you didn't think things would work out. So what's the problem?"

Ziva glanced down for a moment, the urge to shove her emotions back down into her stomach, where they could hide until after she had the baby, stronger than ever, but then she let out a deep breath. Abby was a friend. She was a very good friend. And truth be told, Ziva needed a female friend she could really confide in. It wasn't her usual style, but then she didn't usually know people long enough to get as close as she had to everyone at NCIS.

"Ziva?" Abby asked, and Ziva looked back up at her. "You okay? We can do this some other time . . ."

Ziva shook her head and smiled. "No, I am fine. I was just . . . thinking. And you are right."

"About what?"

Ziva tipped her head at her, unsure if she really didn't know what she meant or if she was just waiting to see what she would say. After a moment, she said, "You are right about Tim. About the whole situation. And I need someone I can talk to about these things." She reached out and took Abby's hands. "A girl."

Abby grinned at her. "Spill your guts, Ziva David."

Ziva took another deep breath, then said, "I think I am in love with him."

Abby gaped at her, saying, "Think?"

Ziva smiled and shook her head. "No, Abby. You're right. I know I love him."

Sarah continued to stare at her brother, his admission coming as a surprise, even though he'd insinuated his feelings earlier in the conversation. She only broke free of her stupor when the waitress came back around and took their orders, but she returned to staring at him after she left.

McGee laughed. "What? You said it yourself. I'm smitten. She's got me all tied up inside. There's more to it than just puppy love, but I know how I feel, Sarah, and this is different than anything else I've ever experienced."

Sarah finally smiled. "I'm happy for you, Tim. And I know, even as much as I tease you, that you're going to be a great dad."

He grinned at her. "Thanks, Sarah. Even though I won't be her real dad . . ."

He found himself cut off by a sharp smack to the head that bore an eerie resemblance to one of Gibbs' infamous head slaps. Sarah glared at him. "Don't you even start with that, Tim. You're going to be the one who's there to help raise her, and you're going to love her like she's your own daughter. That's what counts here, not DNA."

McGee stared at his sister for a few more moments before saying, "You done? Because I wasn't." Sarah's eyes narrowed even further as he continued. "I was going to say, even though I won't be her real dad, I'm going to love that little girl like she was my own." A thoughtful smile crossed his face. "And maybe, someday, she'll have a little brother or sister, too."

Sarah studied him for a few moments, then said, "You really are the biggest sap I know."

He grinned at her and leaned back in his chair. "I guess I am."

Abby engulfed Ziva in another hug, taking care to be as gentle as possible, which made Ziva laugh. "I will not break if you hug me, Abby."

"Oh, I know, but I just don't want to do anything to possibly harm the baby and I've been known to cause people to stop breathing and that would be just awful if that happened to you, because you need to be able to breathe for the baby's sake, and your own, of course." Abby stopped babbling for a moment, then said, "And you love Tim! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! A woman just knows these things, especially when it's involving two of her closest friends and you guys were being so totally obvious at the baby shower even though you thought you were being subtle. Even Jimmy picked up on it, and he's just the autopsy gremlin!"

"Abby . . ."

Abby continued to hug Ziva, appearing to not have heard her friend, and continued rambling. "I know it's not nice to say that about Jimmy, but he's not the most observant person, and he doesn't have super special agent training like you and Timmy and Tony and Gibbs-y. And Ducky's just smart, so of course he would pick up on it . . ."

"Abby!"

The louder cry of her voice caused Abby to back away from Ziva, her eyes wide. "What? Did I hurt you? I knew I shouldn't have gone in for a hug . . ."

Ziva shook her head and grabbed her side, her eyes closing. "Get my phone and call Tim."

"Ziva . . ."

"Just do it, Abby!"

At the café, McGee picked up his phone as it rang and smiled as he saw it was Ziva's number. "Hey, Ziva," he answered, causing Sarah to roll his eyes. He stuck his tongue out at her.

"It's not Ziva," Abby's voice came over the line.

The smile dropped from his face as he stood up, panic washing over him. "Abby, what's wrong?"

"The baby!" she said, her voice frantic. "Ziva's in labor!"

A/N: Holy crap, right? Haha. :D Ah, yeah, this story is nearing its end, sadly. I predict a couple more chapters at most. But I have ideas for missing scenes from this story and oneshots for after the story has ended, so there's that to look forward to, plus all the other random things I post. :) Speaking of, anyone interested in a slightly AU McGiva episode tag for Restless? Let me know and I'll post it if so. ;)