The team's black Dodge Charger comes to a stop, all four doors open at once..."BDU, Gibbs?"...McGee asked, stepping out, the others move towards a building, he stops..."I'm a little lost."

"Battle dress uniform, McGee."...Tony replied.

"Oh, fatigues."...McGee hurries to catch up with them..."I get it now, like in Call of Duty 4."

"Huh?"

"It's a video game, Tony."

"Of course, Elf Lord."

Ziva stops, bending over at the waist, holding her stomach. All eyes move to her.

"You okay, Ziva?"...Tony asked, moving back to her, he places his hand on the middle of her back and slowly starts to rub it.

"Yeah, just a little nauseous...I will be okay."

"Maybe you should stay out here, get some air?"...Tony suggested.

"No, let's go."

"You sure, Ziva?"...Gibbs asked, stopping in front of entrance.

Ziva nods.

Gibbs pushes open a door and marches inside, the rest of them following quickly.

They make their way down a hallway, entering a room at the end of it..."Gunnery Sgt. Michael Herman?"

"Yes."...A man spoke sitting behind a desk.

"NCIS."...Gibbs flashes his ID and badge towards the man.

Sgt. Herman quickly rises..."How can I help you, Sir?"

"Heh. Bigfoot."...Tony grinned at the man, he stood a good head taller than Tony.

"Excuse me, Sir?"...The Sergeant spoke.

"How tall are you? 6'7?"

"About that, Sir. Why?"

"Where were you this morning, around, say, 6 am?"...Tony continued on with his questioning.

"What is this about, Sir?"

"Where's your ghillie suit, Marine."

"Sir?"

"Oh, you know, a ghillie suit, what sniper wears when they're trying to stay hidden, they're usually covered in twigs, grass, mud, dirt, sand, Iraqi fleas, hamburger wrappers, pretty much anything...you know, what you wore to kill Lt. Jensen."...Tony added.

Herman's eyes glanced towards the locker in the corner behind him, then towards Gibbs.

"I'll get it."...Ziva said, stepping towards the locker, she pulls up on the locker doors release as Herman steps quickly to her, grabbing her from behind, his left arm tightly across her chest, his k-bar knife pressed to her neck, he swings back towards the now armed Tony, Gibbs and McGee, their Sigs trained on the sergeant.

"Put the knife down, Marine!"...Gibbs yelled.

Herman adds pressure to Ziva's neck, a small trickle of blood escapes..."I swear to God, I'll cut her throat...back the fuck up!"

Ziva thrusts her elbow back into Herman's ribs, not phasing him in the slightest, he tightens his grip on her chest, the blade deepens into her throat..."Don't even think about it, bitch!"...A trail of blood ran along the entire length of her neck and down the top of her chest, the front of green shirt bloody.

"Ziva, stop it!"...Tony yelled, lowering his gun..."Let her go...please."...He pleaded.

"You two, lower your weapons!"...Herman ordered, digging the knife deeper into her throat..."I'll do it!"

"Put your damn guns down!"...Tony yelled, making a downward gesture with his free hand, he looks back at Sergeant..."Stay calm, just don't hurt her!"

"You know we can't do that, DiNozzo!"...Gibbs shouted.

"She's pregnant."...Tony announced, his voice nearly breaking.

Ziva's cheeks puffed out, trying to stop herself, but she couldn't. She starts to vomit, spuing all over the man's hand, he pulls back his hand as a round explodes from the muzzle of Tony's Sig, burying itself between the eyes of Michael Herman, his knife harmlessly falls to the blood below as he staggered backwards as Ziva dropped to her knees, Tony fired again and again, striking him twice in the chest, he slams back, finally collapsing to the floor below.

"Ziva!"...Tony moved to her, dropping to his knees, his left hand rose to her neck, cupping it firmly..."Call an ambulance!"

McGee takes out his iPhone, moving towards the hallway and dials.

Ziva lifts her hands to Tony's, her fingertips running over it softly..."I'm fine."

Tony let up on her neck, turning his hand palm up, it was covered in blood..."Does this look..."...Ziva projectile vomits in Tony's direction.

"Sorry."...Ziva spoke, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"For what?"...Tony replied.

"Tony."...She chuckled..."You are covered...in puke."

Tony smiles..."I don't care."...He leans forward, kissing her.

"Hey!"...Gibbs slaps Tony on the back of the head, then hands him a handkerchief..."She okay?"

"I'm fine, Gibbs, just a scratch."...Ziva declared.

Tony applies the handkerchief to her neck, then pulls it back, seeing an inch long, shallow cut that was slightly bleeding..."I dunno if it needs stitches or not, Boss."

"Ambulance is on the way."...McGee stops, seeing Tony covered in vomit..."Uh."...He makes a grimacing face and turns away..."Ewww."

"I do not need to go to the hospital, Gibbs."...Ziva said.

"Well, you're going."...Gibbs said, looking at Ziva, she nods back, understanding..."And I need both of your clothes and your gun, DiNozzo."...Gibbs tapped Tony on the back of the head multiple times in a comforting manner.

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The elevator dings, Ziva steps out, her neck taped up, her hair pulled into a ponytail, she was wearing blue NCIS overalls, carrying a small brown paper bag. She takes two steps across the hall passing through a doorway..."Abby."...She struggled to say.

Abby turned, rushing towards her, hugging with her all of her might..."Are you okay?!"...She asked, pushing back far enough to see her face.

Ziva smiles..."Yes, only 3 stitches."

"Only? ONLY?!"

"Abby!"...Ziva raised her voice, then swallowed hard.

Abby grits her teeth..."Sorry."

"Here."...Ziva said, holding out the bag to her.

"What is it?"

"Open it."

Abby opens the bag and smiles deeply, she reaches in and laughs as she read the label..."Z's p."

Ziva stepped back and started towards the door.

"Wait, I have the DNA paternity results."...Abby smiled, she moved back to her work station, grabbing an envelope, she turned back towards Ziva..."Shall we?"