Ziva poked her muffin, eliciting a snuff of disapproval and a raised eyebrow from Abby.

"Where is he?!"

"Ziva, we're still early. Just like the last 30 times you asked. He doesn't even get her until 9:30. And I'm usually not here until 9:45 at the earliest. Calm down."

Ziva growled in response, causing Abby to giggle until Ziva shot her a death glare.

"Jeez, hormonal much?"

Abby was saved Ziva's response by the entrance of Gibbs into the the cafe where Gibbs and Abby had their weekly Sunday father-daughter brunch. Rather than responding to Abby's quip, Ziva ducked in a half-hearted attempt to hide herself behind the older woman.

Abby rose slightly from her chair as Gibbs approached and received an affectionate kiss on her cheek.

"Okay there, Ziver?" Gibbs asked, amusement and concern vying for his emotions over Ziva's obvious nervousness.

Ziva looked into his eyes, bit her lips, and sighed in response.

"Okay, let's try this again. Ziva, you went to the doctor on Friday. Abby told me on the phone last night that you had some news you needed to tell me. So tell me what's going on."

Ziva looked over at Abby, eyes widening in a silent plea to ignore Gibbs' question. Abby smiled comfortingly and squeezed Ziva's knee with the hand that had been on her leg since Gibbs arrived.

"I'm pregnant," Ziva blurted out, causing Gibbs' eyebrows to shoot up with surprise at the suddenness of her speech.

"Well, Ziver..."

"No. Let me get it all out before I lose my..."

"Nerve," Abby supplied in an undertone.

Ziva nodded and continued, "and I'm keeping the baby. Abby and I discussed it Friday night and she said that she wants to be part of this too, so I guess we're starting a family."

Ziva paused and blushed, then took a breath and continued. "All of this, Abby knows, obviously. The part she's dying for me to tell you is what she doesn't know. I wouldn't tell her because I didn't want to repeat it a thousand times and so I thought I would tell both of you at the same time. The father is, was, a Hamas agent in Jerusalem. I was undercover, acting as a really naive Jewish girl to get in and get information from him and the rest of the group."

She waved her hand at Abby's obvious confusion, but interrupted her story long enough to explain. "They like to seduce Jewish girls, take them as trophies to make their Jewish counterparts angry. Anyway, I found out what we needed to know and killed him, as per my instructions. Then I led in a team and we took out the rest of his cell. And before you ask, yes. I'm positive it's his. Timewise, he's the only one..."

Here, Ziva stopped, her gaze shifting from Gibbs to Abby and back again.

"Wow. That's intense."

Gibbs just nodded, watching the two women in front of him. Having got through her story, Ziva relaxed perceptibly and Abby kissed her gently on the cheek.

After a short moment of silence, Gibbs cleared his throat.

"I can't let you out in the field now. If anything were to happen..."

Ziva's "I know" overlapped with Abby's excited "She can totally be my assistant!" making Gibbs laugh aloud.

"We'll do that, for the most part, but Ziva will also need to continue to translate things and do some work on investigations. And, after seeing how you were on desk duty for a mere month before, I know that even helping Abby out won't be active enough for you, Ziver. So I'll let you work in the field but only with me."

He stopped Ziva's grin with his continued thought. "But before you get too excited, you can't always go. I'll let you know when you can. From now until future notice, though, gear up does not include you unless I specifically invite you."

Ziva nodded her consent, annoyed that she wouldn't be working in the field at her usual level but grateful that Gibbs wasn't wrapping her in bubble wrap and ordering her to spend her entire pregnancy in bed.

The rest of the brunch was filled primarily with Abby's excited talk and Gibbs' calm answers, all observed by an unusually quiet Ziva. After about an hour, they parted ways, Gibbs going home to work on his boat and Abby dragging Ziva to her hearse while babbling about the benefits of owning a home.