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This Chapter is dedicated to Christmas. (Only 3 More Days!)
Anger Comes From House Hunting:
Previously:
As Ziva was struggling to strap the stomach back on, the pregnancy test beep three times. Abby picked it up for her. "Congratulations."
Ziva looked at Abby anxiously, "What do you mean?" "Congrats, it's negative." Abby said waving it in Ziva's face. Ziva sighed loudly, "Thank God." Ziva took the test and threw quickly in the trash. "Why? You don't wanna be a mommy?" Abby asked sweetly. "No. That is not what people like me do." Ziva declared. Abby promptly pulled Ziva into a tight bone crushing hug. "This is another reason I shouldn't get pregnant. Abby you are depriving me of oxygen." Ziva squeaked and Abby quickly let go, and apologized.
As Ziva turned to leave Jenny asked, "Ziva, if this was a real baby what would you want, a boy or a girl?"
Ziva turned slowly to look at them, "Girl." She said softly. Abby was about to say something when Jenny stopped her, "You can go Ziva." Ziva smiled weakly before leaving and Jenny turned to Abby, "No more talking about babies around Ziva." She whispered. "Why?" "She's torn between two places right now and she doesn't know which one she wants. You could see in her eyes she upset about the test being Negative." Jenny said. "How?" Abby probed. "Ziva's an actress, but she's not that good. I've known Ziva for seven years now. She wants a child, but she knows a part of her thinks it's a bad idea." Abby nodded sympathetically. "I can't wait till Palmer gets back from Hawaii, this is gonna be fun."
Ziva flipped through some magazine she had found on Tony's desk when Gibbs walked into the bull pen and set a cup of coffee on her desk. Ziva looked up at him, "Find Him?" she asked sweetly. Gibbs tousled her hair, "Why don't you ask your husband?" "We are not really married." Ziva stated simply. Gibbs cleared his throat, Ziva turned around to discover her Aunt walking toward them. She quickly stood up, but her head began ringing but tried her hardest to not let it show on her face. "Aunt Nettie, what are you doing here?" Aunt Nettie hugged Ziva gently trying hard to crush her, "stomach." "My, my you've gotten so big!" Aunt Nettie said. Ziva nodded, "Mmmm-hmmmm, of course." She lovingly rubbed Ziva's stomach, "Now where's that loving husband of yours?" "He's down with Abby." Gibbs answered for her. "Who's Abby dear?" Ziva ran her hand over her face, "Abby is a forensic scientist. Would you like to meet her?" Ziva asked through gritted teeth. "Well of course." Ziva started to head toward the elevator before passing a smirking Gibbs.
"I think her Aunt has it in for me." Tony complained to Abby as she worked on her computer. "Tony come on how bad can she be?" "See threatened me with her teeth!" Abby stood up and brushed off her clothes, "That happen to me once." "What doesn't happen to you, Abby?" Ziva said as she walked into her lab with Aunt Nettie quickly following. "Abby, this is my aunt Nettie. Aunt Nettie is this Abby." Aunt Nettie cautiously shook Abby's hand. "It's okay Aunt Nettie, she's harmless." Ziva explained. Aunt Nettie is easied up slightly, but was still tense around her. Tony lightly kissed Ziva's cheek, "What's up?" he asked, and Ziva shrugged, "Aunt Nettie would not tell me." Ziva said. Aunt Nettie smirked, "We are going house hunting." Aunt Nettie explained. Tony and Ziva rubbed the back of their necks anxiously, "Why?" Tony asked. Aunt Nettie looked
At him curiously, "You have a child on the way do you not?" "Well-." Tony started and Ziva pinched his hand
"Yes." He admitted and rubbed Ziva's stomach, "How could I forget?" "Well, you cannot raise a child in that small place, so I found this beautiful place, I really must show you." Aunt Nettie said excitedly. "Great." Ziva said nervously. "We'll meet you upstairs, Aunt Nettie we have to finish with Abby. It'll only take a second." Tony stated. Aunt Nettie gave them a curious look before leaving and taking the elevator up.
Tony checked to make sure Aunt Nettie was gone before he said, "Zi, we can't do this. I mean baby furniture is one thing, a house is another." Ziva rolled her eyes, "Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut." Ziva growled. Tony shrugged, "4 Years, I'm a slow learner." Abby looked at them, stunned. "What!" they both shouted in unison. "You too really do act the like a married couple." Both Tony and Ziva rolled their eyes, "Oh Please."
Aunt Nettie pulled up in front of a yellow, two-story home with 4 white trimmed windows. The landscape was manicured to a tee. "I have a bad feeling about this." Ziva whispered as they climbed out the car. A short, red-headed woman came out of the house and waved to Aunt Nettie. "Ziva, Tony, this is Angela. The realtor." Aunt Nettie said, as they came closer. Ziva and Tony shook Angela's hand. "Hi, you must be Ziva, and Tony." Tony nodded, "That's us." "Well, your Aunt has told me a lot about you." She said as she opened the front door. Which lead to a long winding staircase, next to the cream colored walls. "Um, it has Four bedrooms, Three and a half baths, and a pool out back." She said as she showed them into the kitchen. It had the same creamiest/yellow color on the wall but it fit. The marble counter to top and stainless steel fridge all seem to match and a small island stood in the middle. "Five thousand square feet, Ziva-leh." Aunt Nettie whispered in her ear.
"Let me show you the upstairs." They all walked up the winding staircase, to an area with 2 doors on each side of a long hallway and one bathroom to the side. Angela opened a door closet to the staircase, which was huge. "This is the master bedroom." "I could tell." Tony muttered. The big mahogany bed sat in the middle, against a large window, and the matching dresser and armoire to the side. Angela pointed to the left of the door, "Master Bath. Includes a tub, and a double sink" They both nodded. She lead them across the hall to room slightly smaller room. With a bright yellow color occupying the wall, and pink flowers going along the edges of the ceiling. "This is another bedroom, um could be used for a nursery." She said, and Ziva nodded, "Pretty." Angela turned around to look at Ziva, "If you don't mind me asking, how far along are you?" she asked. "14 weeks" Tony answered quickly for her. Angela nodded, "Well the only thing left is the living room and backyard, but if you had any questions, I'll be in the kitchen." "Hey, can you show me that living room, I have certain standards." Tony said, Angela smiled and gestured for Tony to follow her. "So what do you think?" Aunt Nettie asked when they had left. "It's great" Ziva said. "But, I, just don't think Tony and I could afford it." She smiled, "I can buy it for you." Aunt Nettie said. Ziva shook her head quickly, "No, Aunt Nettie you can't." "Why? I have enough money." "Because, I just don't think Tony and I are ready for a house."
"But you are ready for a child." Ziva shrugged, "We'll discuss it." She stated simply just to let Aunt Nettie rest with her antics. "Let's go see what Tony is doing." Ziva said as she made her way down the stairs. Tony and Angela were in the living room, talking about something, "Did you make a decision?" Angela asked looking up. "We'll talk about it." Ziva replied, and Angela nodded, and handed her a card. "Give me a call if you make a decision." She nodded and they eventually got back into Aunt Nettie's rental car. "It is a very nice house, Ziva-leh." Aunt Nettie said as she pulled out of the driveway. "I know, Aunt Nettie." "Ziva darling, you are scaring me. Besides you stomach you are not acting like a pregnant woman." Ziva's eyebrows rose, "Some women are different, like me." She lied. "Hey, uh, Aunt Nettie can we stop up at Borders, there's a book I really want." Tony said fibbed. Ziva looked at him curiously. Aunt Nettie agreed, and pulled into the nearest bookstore. "What are we doing here?" Ziva asked as they walked in. "I'm saving your a**." He lead her over to the maternity section and tossed her a book. "What is this for?"
"Just because, look pregnant doesn't mean you don't have to act pregnant." He whispered, and she nodded and opened up the book. "Did you know, a baby is born with three hundred bones?" Tony said after a long period of silence and Ziva looked up, "No. I did not. Did you know babies hiccup in the womb?" Tony shook his head. "But. That's what you should do tonight." He said. "What?" "Pretend the baby has hiccups." Tony explained. "But what if they ask to feel it?" "Just say it's internal. Can't feel it, if that happens." Tony shrugged. Ziva sighed and agreed, they went to the front counter and bought four more books before climbing back into the car, where Aunt Nettie was waiting. "Have a tough time finding your book?" she asked. "No, uh. The baby started um, hiccupping I think." Ziva said uneasily.
Aunt Nettie turned in her seat, "Really? Can I feel?" "It's just internal; you can't feel a thing outside." Tony completed Ziva's sentence. Aunt Nettie smiled before turning back in her seat and starting the car.
Tony gently took Ziva's hand in his as her Aunt pulled onto the street. She layed her head down on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. It was only supposed to be for a second. She awoke up on her couch, she shrugged off the blanket and looked around. "Tony?" she called. He came bounding from the back room, "Hey, you're up." "What time is it?" she asked. "4: 30. I've never seen you sleep for three hours in the middle of the day." Ziva sat up and brushed off her clothes, "I was just tired. Sleeping with you is not a walk through the park." She sneered angrily. "Oh yeah! Like you're so easy? Like a puppy?" Ziva rolled her eyes, "Where'd my mother go?" "They went shopping." Tony said excitedly. Ziva lightly rubbed her stomach, "Something wrong?" Tony asked. "No, my stomach just hurts a little." She complained lightly.
"I'll make you some tea okay?" Ziva nodded. "Can I borrow one of your sweatshirts? It seems cold to me." Tony bobbed his head in agreement and she dug into her dresser and found one of his old NCIS sweatshirts. She threw on the sweatshirt and slumped back on to the couch. "You must really not be feeling well" Tony said as he poured the hot liquid into a mug. Ziva groaned, "Why is your voice so irritating?" Tony shrugged, "Most women find that also." He set the cup down the glass table and pushed some hair from her face, "Man, you really don't look good." Ziva smirked, "Thanks. You give me chills." "Maybe you're catching a cold." He suggested. "David's don't catch cold, Mr. DiNozzo." Rivka said as she entered the house with more bags.
"Sorry." He said getting up. Rivka came and took Tony's place by Ziva. "My Ziva does not feel well?" she gently placed a hand on Ziva's forehead. "You are a little warm. Do you feel sick?" Ziva shook her head, "No. Of Course Not." Rivka glared at her, "Ziva E-." Ziva sighed, "Okay!" Ziva exclaimed. "My stomach just hurts, but it's probably just the baby, it, uh keeps hiccupping." Rivka gently smiled, "Get use to it." Rivka gently rubbed Ziva's stomach. "Get some rest." "But I-." Rivka kissed her forehead and draped the blanket back over her. As she walked into the kitchen Ziva muttered, "I am no child." "I heard that!"
Did you notice the qoutes from some episodes I added? Can you Guess which?
And ANYONE guess what I hinting at?
Please Review! Give ideas of what you want to happen.
(Not that I have writer's block.)