A/N – More excitement in many forms!

Disclaimer – I don't own NCIS or the characters.

Chapter 7

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

"And, what is your news?" Ziva asked into the phone, staring into Tony's eyes.

"Well, it seems that the CO has lost track of Isaac David and he is officially MIA," the Commandant said into the phone.

Ziva choked in the shock that she was feeling now. She felt like she was going to be sick all over again. This was a terrible day. First Abby was shot at. Then, Jen was shot. Now Isaac was missing in action.

"How long has he been missing?" Ziva managed to ask.

Tony's arms tightened around Ziva's waist, to hold her steady since he could see that a breakdown was coming on.

"Three days," the Commandant said. "I'm sorry about this. Really, I am."

And the phone went dead and Ziva broke down completely and melted into Tony's arms. It was a long time before Ziva even attempted to regain control of herself. The door opened and someone came in.

"Tony, this is the women's room," Abby's voice said, as she took in the state Ziva was in. "Bad news?"

Tony nodded and didn't say anything. He didn't know the details and Ziva was obviously not talking right then.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Ziva was dancing around the bathroom nervously. She was waiting for the timer to go off. She did not care that they were already running fifteen minutes behind. An urgent knock on the bathroom door reminded her of that.

"Oh, come in, Tony," Ziva said as she ran her fingers through her already straightened hair.

"If you're already ready, then why are you still in here?" Tony asked, and then he looked down at the counter just as the timer went off.

Ziva jumped at the sound of it, forgetting to pay attention for it.

"Ziva!" Tony said. His face split into a smile and he wrapped his arms around her, knocking into her with so much force that her back slammed a little harder than she would have liked into the wall behind her. He pressed his lips to hers urgently and she knew that it meant only one thing. Only one thing could get Tony excited quite like this after a pregnancy test. "We're going to have a family," he whispered in her ear before pressing another kiss to her lips.

She smiled against his lips and grabbed his hair holding them in place while their lips worked wonders with each other. His hands started to wander all over her body and hers all over his. He grabbed her butt and lifted her, pressing her back further against the wall as he continued to explore his ninja's body and trail kisses all down her neck.

They were already too far gone when Tony's phone began to ring. He groaned at it and looked. It was Vance calling.

"DiNozzo," he said answering it, without stopping touching Ziva.

"You two forget you have to work?" he asked and Ziva blushed, she knew that Vance thought the marriage was a sham.

"Uh, no," Tony said quietly. "We're just… uh… running a little late today."

"Get your butts in here!" Vance said angrily and hung up the phone.

"Looks like we're going to have to come back to this later," Tony whispered in Ziva's ear.

She frowned and so did he. She put her feet back on the floor and looked down and nearly died laughing. She picked up her brush and fixed her once perfect hair so that it was not entirely a mess.

"If you walk into the office like that then I don't think Vance will think that we are trying to fool anyone, yes?" Ziva asked.

"When you start to show he won't think we're trying to fool anyone either," Tony said with a smile on his face, that he just could not wipe off his face.

They headed for the elevator and stepped inside. Once inside they could not keep their hands off each other. When the doors opened and there was a stunned older couple they nearly died laughing.

"It is going to be a long day at the office," Ziva said quietly. "This was why neither of us was ready to return to work yet."

Tony laughed. "We'll make it work, somehow," Tony said, still laughing as they stepped outside. As they were walking Ziva only heard the sound and then felt a burning sensation in her leg. There was a gunshot in the distance.

"OW!" she shouted and immediately picked up her left foot, clutching onto Tony's shoulder for balance as tears instantly shot to her eyes from the pain she was feeling.

"What?" Tony said and looked at her.

His eyes trailed down to the leg that was up. "Ziva!" he said quietly and helped her over to the side of his building and sat her down and instantly pressed a hand to either side of her leg, where it was bleeding profusely. "Can you call Vance?"

Ziva grabbed her phone and pulled it out. She dialed the number. Her head was spinning as Tony took his work shirt off and ripped it in half. He tied half just below her knee to cut off the circulation to her foot.

"Vance," the director said into the phone.

"We're going to be later," Ziva said.

"What?" he shouted into the phone, sounding frustrated.

"Someone shot my leg," Ziva whispered into the phone, feeling unconsciousness about to take her from the loss of blood. Tony was on the phone with an ambulance as he saw Ziva's eyes threatening to close.

"Do you want me to try to keep her conscious?" he asked. "Then I got to go."

He dropped the phone on the sidewalk as Ziva dropped the phone she was holding.

"Hey, babe," he said quietly reaching for her hand with his bloody one.

He pressed his hands to her leg again, trying to step the bleeding or prevent it from happening.

"You got to stay with me. The ambulance is on its way. Come on Ziva. Talk to me about something," Tony said sounding worried.

"You're shirtless," she said quietly and a smile played at her lips.

"Yes, I am," Tony agreed. "I had to use mine to help you."

Ziva reached up and played with the hair on his chest. Then, she grabbed his shoulder. "You are hurting my leg, Tony," she said quietly.

"I have to keep pressure on it, sweet cheeks. I know it hurts," he whispered as he tried to keep the pressure, while she struggled to take her leg back just as the ambulance pulled up with McGee right behind it.

"Where did the bullet go?" he asked.

"By the looks of her leg it entered through the back and came out the front. So, going that way, toward my car," Tony said. "McGee, you've got this, right? Please tell me you've got this. I can't leave her!"

"I know that," McGee said. "I'll make it work, Tony. But, Vance is going to have an aneurism when he sees you're not there. You realize he thinks this whole wedding was just a distraction for Parsons?"

McGee's voice had lowered significantly as the EMTs started taking care of Ziva's leg and allowed Tony to continue stroking her hand. She grabbed his hand when they wrapped her leg tightly in gauze.

"We know," Tony said. "It's not, probie."

"Mr. DiNozzo, tell us, how old is your wife?" the EMT asked as McGee went away and got to work.

"Thirty-one," he said.

"Does she have any pre-existing medical conditions that we should know about?"

"She's pregnant," Tony said. "Don't know how far along, don't ask. My guess, about six weeks."

"Okay," the EMT said. "Does she have any allergies?"

"No," Tony said and then looked to Ziva who was shaking her head no to answer the question.

"Is there any other emergency contact aside from you that you want us to notify?"

"Our boss is at the hospital already with his daughter. He's the only other emergency contact," Tony said. "You probably met them yesterday."

The EMT looked at him. "Shot?"

"In the shoulder," Tony said.

"Yes, that was us," the EMT said and shook his head. "What kind of business are you all in anyway?"

"NCIS," he said quietly. "All of us."

"I'm going to go get this bullet to Abby," McGee said.

"Call Gibbs," Tony said to him as they loaded Ziva onto the stretcher.

McGee watched as Tony worriedly went in with Ziva.

McGee pulled out his phone as he got in his car, shaking horribly. He had the bullet. It was a full metal jacket. He dialed it and put it to his ear without hesitation.

"This better be good, McGee, Jen just woke up for the morning," Gibbs said into the phone.

"Ziva's been shot, boss, in the leg," McGee said. "Outside of their apartment on their way to work. They were running late for some reason."

"They're working again?" Gibbs asked.

"Well, they were until Ziva was shot," McGee said. "So that's yesterday. Vance is going to be furious that Tony's not here and you're not here."

"Tell me, while the nurse is in there, did you notify Isaac?"

"He's MIA for the last three… well now four days," McGee said swallowing hard.

"Who the hell is taking down my team?" Gibbs asked furiously and hung up the phone on McGee, who shuddered at the anger of his boss. He had a lot to deal with. They would have to call Jenny in to get all the work done that needed to get done, otherwise this was going to be one long, lonely case.

He arrived at NCIS a moment later and received a hard stare from Vance, who rushed to his side as he got into the elevator to give the bullet to Abby.

"Where's DiNozzo?"

"At the hospital," McGee said.

"I meant Tony," Vance clarified.

"At the hospital with Ziva," McGee repeated with clarification. "He went with her. Her leg doesn't look good."

"Great! I've got two who are patients in the hospital and two who feel obligated to stay there. One with pneumonia, one who is in protective custody but also the forensic scientist and you! And the fiancée of one is MIA. What the hell is going on?"

McGee didn't answer as the elevator opened up to Abby's lab. He rushed in and handed Abby the evidence.

"What's this?" Abby asked.

"Run DNA, though it's not necessary. Look for any prints that might be on the bullet, though there probably aren't any anymore. Compare to the striations from the two that were shot into your place," McGee said quickly. "I've got a lot of work to do."

"MCGEE!" Abby shouted. "What the hell is going on?"

"Ziva was shot this morning. Tony's at the hospital with her. Jen is awake and stable. Her fiancée is MIA. Gibbs is with Jen. Jenny is sick. I'm alone right now, Abby, just please run that," he said quickly and stepped into the elevator before his stress could get to him a little more and cause a big fight between him and Abby.

It was Tony's turn to pace the waiting room now that Ziva was in surgery. He was scared shitless now that he was here. The adrenaline had worn off now and all he could do was pace. He paced back and forth and back and forth. He could not wrap his mind around everything.

Jen, who was like a sister to him, was here already. She had gone through surgery and was recovering. Abby, who was also like a sister to him, had also been targeted, but she was fine and was confined to the NCIS building and being with McGee all the time outside the building. Ziva, his wife, the love of his life, his soul mate, the mother of his child, was shot. His ninja had gotten shot and was nearly unconscious when they had put her under the anesthesia for surgery. He continued to pace, wearing a T-shirt that he always kept in his bag. It was an NCIS t-shirt.

He sat in the chair and went to put his head in his hands. He finally remembered that there was blood on them. It was Ziva's blood on his hands. Ziva's precious blood. The blood that kept her and his child alive. She had bled so much. He had not seen so much blood coming out of someone who was still living before. Yea, he was scared.

What if he lost the baby? What if he lost Ziva and the baby? He stood up again and started pacing. He knew someone was watching him, but he didn't bother to stop. His heart was in his throat and tears were streaming down his face.

"Tony," Gibbs said. "I heard over the intercom when they were bringing her in."

Tony didn't respond. He didn't know what to say to Gibbs. He didn't know how to express how truly terrified he was. His eyes met Gibbs and Gibbs could see how wild the expression on his face was.

"What aren't you saying, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked.

"I can't lose her, Gibbs," Tony said, tears still streaming down his face.

Gibbs stepped over to Tony and pulled him immediately into a hug. He knew exactly how Tony was feeling. He had felt that lost when he had in fact lost Shannon and Kelly and had no idea where Jen was. He knew how Tony was feeling and it was not a fun feeling. But, Gibbs couldn't shake the feeling that there was something left unsaid.

"They're about to discharge Jen. Do you want me to come back after I drop her off at NCIS, where she'll be safe?"

Tony only nodded as Gibbs headed away and the doctor came out.

"Special Agent DiNozzo?" he asked.

"That's me," Tony said and rushed over to the doctor.

"Ziva is out of surgery. She's already awake and asking for you. They are doing an ultrasound now to make sure the baby is okay. She's a strong woman," he commented.

"Thank god!" Tony said and rushed past the doctor to go see Ziva.

He entered the room just as they found the little thing on the monitor and there was a strangely rhythmic sound that followed.

"That's your little one's heartbeat. Six weeks, Agent DiNozzo. Congratulations," the nurse said and printed out a picture and wiped off Ziva's stomach, before leaving the room.

Both Ziva and Tony had tears in their eyes as Gibbs came into the room. He was about to speak, but he did not want to interrupt whatever moment the two were sharing as neither of them noticed him. So he stood in the doorway and watched instead.

Tony walked to Ziva. Ziva looked at the picture in her hand and smiled through her tears and showed it to Tony.

"It's real," she whispered and pulled him into a hug.

That was when Gibbs noticed the ultrasound picture too. He smiled from the doorway.

"Ducky came to get Jen. I wanted to check on my other girl," Gibbs said quietly from the doorway.

The two didn't bother to hide their tears of joy. Ziva did, however, hide the ultrasound picture. They were not ready to share this yet. But, Gibbs had already seen it. He took Ziva's hand and took the picture from her. He looked at it while Ziva and Tony looked at each other.

"Congratulations. Guess Vance will have to believe it now," Gibbs said with a shrug. "And maybe Parsons and Chegwidden, too. How far are you?"

"Six weeks," Ziva said. "Please, Gibbs. Don't say anything to the others yet. We just found out for sure this morning."

He nodded and kissed Ziva on the head. He turned to Tony now. "I know why you were panicking so much when I saw you in the waiting area. I get it. Congratulations, son."

Tony smiled and hugged his boss. He didn't know what else to do. The embrace was short but tight. Then, Gibbs turned to walk away as the doctor's came back in.

"Since everything is normal. We're going to discharge Ziva now," the nurse said. "Everything is already signed by the doctor. Ziva you're going to have to follow up with an orthopedist in 8 weeks to get this off and a cast on. There was extensive damage to your tibia. We have pins and rods on there to hold it while it heals. We also need to size you for crutches to use. How tall are you?"

"Five foot four," she said quietly as she signed the papers.

They handed her a pair of crutches and said they could go.

"I'll drive you," Gibbs said, and went slowly so Ziva could keep up. Tony held the picture in his pocket for Ziva and they still had a hard time keeping their hands off each other. Gibbs asked about it in the car after noticing this in the elevator. "You two lose track of time this morning and get interrupted by a phone call?"

Tony laughed nervously and Ziva blushed. "Yes," they said together.

Gibbs laughed at his two agents and just shook his head.