As she had guessed, Gibbs immediately assigned Ziva to desk duty until she had heard back from the doctor. Unexpectedly, however, he added that she could do the paperwork in Labby as long as the two women promised to get some work done. Ziva smiled gratefully at Gibbs, scooped up her paperwork, and dashed downstairs, stopping only for Abby's obligatory CafPow! before sneaking into Abby's domain to tell her the good news.
Before Ziva could speak, Abby snatched the CafPow! from her hand encased her naked lips with soft, black ones. Ziva smiled and, after briefly indulging in Abby's skillful ministrations, stepped back.
"Gibbs has ordered..."
"I know," Abby cut her off. "I told you he would make you a desk jockey. And I kinda asked him to send you down to me this morning."
Ziva quirked her eyebrow at the phrase "desk jockey" and then smiled, delighted that Abby had figured out a way to make the week of inactivity a little less miserable for her. Abby then dragged her into her office, in which her customary blaring music was muted.
"You can totally have my office, Z. I cleaned out a drawer for you, and got your favorite pens and..."
"Thank you, Ahuvati," Ziva practically giggled at Abby's enthusiasm. "I am just excited to be here instead of upstairs with Tony."
Abby smiled back and then, hearing the elevator ding that signaled Gibb's arrival, sprinted out to greet him with a hug that was even more enthusiastic than usual, if that was possible.
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Despite her hatred of paperwork, Ziva was quite efficient and finished the massive backlog by the time she finished work on Wednesday. She had quite happily spent the rest of the week assisting Abby and, to both of their delight, learned forensic technique as easily and well as she learned languages.
"Ziv, I think you must have been a lab geek in a former life. You're a natural!"
Ziva smiled at the compliment, still unaccustomed to being praised for her work. Before she could answer, the phone rang and, since Abby's gloved hands were currently coated in an unknown, disgustingly sticky substance, Ziva snapped it up.
"Miss David, this is Nurse Smythe. From Dr. Hansen's office?"
"Yes?" Ziva replied, impatient with the hesitance in the other woman's voice.
"Uh, Dr. Hansen has the results back from your tests? She'd like you to come in today if possible?"
Ziva took a deep breath, telling herself that her annoyance was totally unwarranted, before responding. "What time would be convenient for Dr. Hansen, Miss Smythe?"
She looked over to see Abby leaning on the lab bench, smirking at her obvious annoyance. Sticking her tongue out in response, Ziva returned her attention to the voice on the other end of the phone line.
"... 4:30 alright with you, Miss David?"
"That will be fine."
After Ziva hung up the phone, Abby tilted her head inquiringly.
"The test results are back."
"And?"
"The doctor has asked that I go to her office this afternoon."
"Oh my god, Ziva! You don't think something's really wrong, do you?! Can I go with you?! I'm sure Gibb's wouldn't mind me taking the afternoon off..."
Ziva smiled and pulled Abby into a comforting embrace, waiting for her to take a breath before responding. "Abby, I am sure it is nothing and you have a lot of work to get done. There is no reason for you to come with me."
Abby began to protest but Ziva silenced her with a short kiss. "I promise I will tell you everything she says, word for word if you wish, when you get home tonight. But you will not be happy leaving work undone and I would like to have you to myself this weekend if possible."
Knowing that she would not change Ziva's mind, Abby aquiesced and Ziva stroked her cheek affectionately before releasing her and returning to the gel she was running.
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Once again, Ziva found herself sitting in Dr. Hansen's office but this time she felt slightly nervous and did not play with her knife.
When Dr. Hansen walks in, Ziva summons her original training and sinks into a disciplined calm that most find extremely unsettling. sat down at the desk across from her and smiled.
"Miss David, I think you are the healthiest patient I have ever had. All of the panels came back much better than average."
Ziva waited silently as Dr. Hansen paused, wishing that she would get to the point.
Dr. Hansen nervously began again, unnerved by Ziva's stillness and inordinately calm stare. "I have some potentially exciting news for you. As I said, you are quite healthy.... The reason you have not been feeling well is that, well, you are pregnant."
Having already calmed herself, Ziva did not react visibly to the news. However, she was quite stunned by the revelation. I wonder what went wrong with my birth control, she thought idly. I know for a fact that I am not due for another IUD for another month....
"I know you're a busy woman," Dr. Hansen continued, "so I managed to snag an appointment for you with an OB-GYN friend of mine. She'll be ready to see you, well, about now actually."
"Thank you." Ziva responded as she rose. Following Dr. Hansen's directions, she quickly found her way to Dr. Wilson's office, where she is immediately ushered into a plush room with comfortable chairs and countless pamphlets.
After exchanging greetings, Ziva preemptively cut off Dr. Wilson's spiel.
"This pregnancy was a mistake, a failure of my birth control for which I cannot account. I have given this much thought before and I would like... I do not have the time nor inclination for children and my career is not conducive to parenting. I need to set up an appointment for an abortion."
"Well, I see that you have made up your mind. Before I perform the procedure, I need to get you to fill out some paperwork and I need to perform an exam to make sure that everything is alright. We can do that part today, but I will need to set up an appointment for the actual procedure."
Ziva agreed and, after filling out a number of papers that she felt were entirely unnecessary, she followed Dr. Wilson to an examination room.
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Abby returned home to find Ziva curled up on the couch sobbing softly to herself.
"Ziva, sweetie, what's wrong?!" she asked as she pulled Ziva into an embrace.
"I... I..." Ziva sobbed, not yet calm enough to speak.
Does this totally suck guys? I seriously need some feedback. And preferably some opinions about whether or not this is at all in character, especially for Ziva. Oh, and sorry about all the mistakes. I really should stop writing in the middle of the night, but I guess I can't control when the Muses strike...