Not mine. I mean, I sort of own the plot, but I know this has sort of been done before. I just think I can do it better. No offense.

…

"I just can't believe Ziva's-"

"What, pregnant? Or probably dead?"

"Tony!"

Abby and Tony were arguing in her lab.

"Ziva's not dead! Not until Ducky says there's nothing we can do." Abby started crying. "Oh, Tony, I can't take this again."

"Abby…"

"Right. Focus. I've got to analyze the DNA from her apartment, identify the bullet you guys found, go through Ziva's computer, read through this diary- this seems like we're invading her privacy."

"Well, Abby, I think she would rather we did, because we have to if we're going to find whoever did this to her."

…..

Some might think that it would be dark and wet. However, such things are relative; people who have never known any different wouldn't notice. They would say that the rhythm they had always heard had gone haywire, and then slowed down drastically. It scared them.

He reached out and put a hand on her face. Don't worry. It'll be okay.

An odd thought: What, exactly, is "It"?

….

Abby and Tony were at it again. (Whatever "it" is this time. It appears to be different from the previous "It".)

"Can I please go see Ziva now?"

"Abby, you've got work to do."

"I've got the DNA analyzed, and the bullet, and they're running through every database I can find. McGee's working Ziva's computer, and I can go through the diary later; it's not going anywhere."

"Tell you what; you go visit Ziva, and I will read through this-"

Abby snatched it away and opened it to a random page. "'Tony is driving me crazy. I want to shoot him. Or maybe I'll have Abby do it so there won't be any forensic evidence- she'd like that.'"

Tony snatched the diary back along with Abby's Caf-Pow!. "It does not say that."

Abby grabbed her drink and smacked him on the head.

"Fine. I'll go see how Ziva's doing."

Tony smiled sadly to himself as he opened the diary. "It's ironic- the one time I get a free look into Ziva's life, and I can't even enjoy it."

…

Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip.

The only sound in the room was Ziva's heart monitor. Then footsteps as Abby walked in.

"How is she?"

Gibbs and Ducky were startled out of their mutual reverie. Ducky was the first to answer. "Abigail…" He seemed hesitant to continue. Abby cut him off before he could.

"I know what you're going to say: 'We won't know for certain until they finish their testing, and that won't be until-' whenever… 'but I'm afraid it doesn't look very good for our dear Israeli friend. You know, this reminds me of the time I was in Timbuktu and-"

"Abigail, I was never in Timbuktu."

"You know what I mean… What about the baby?"

"It's difficult to say. We don't even know how far along she is. Sometimes in these cases, the baby survives, but we won't know for certain until-"

"Yeah, Duck; we got it."

…..

Author's note: I know, I know, not a lot happening, but at least I'm updating. I gladly welcome predictions/suggestions for future chapters, so please chime in!