Thanks, to all the reviews so far! I love them all. This chapter, I wish I didn't have to write. But I had too, it helps. Just read and find out.
Judgment Day: Take Jenny
Ziva sat on the edge of her desk with her hand resting gently on her stomach reading a report when Abby bounded into the bull pen, "Ziva! Hey how are you?" Ziva smiled softly, "I have been better. Aimee was kicking all night." Ziva said as she rubbed her stomach, "Well is she kicking now?" Abby asked intrigued and Ziva nodded, "Isn't she always?" Abby lightly rubbed Ziva stomach as another swarm of kicks erupted. Abby giggled, "It feels so… weird." She said, Ziva happily glared at her, "It feels much weirder inside of you. Aimee is a very energetic baby." Ziva stated. "Just like her aunt Abby." Abby grinned, "I'll take that as a compliment." She said proudly. "It was." Abby nodded, "Well that'll make things more helpful." Ziva stood up and placed some files in the filing cabinet next to Tony's desk. "Make what more helpful?" Ziva asked carefully. "Your baby shower of course!" Ziva furrowed her eyebrows at Abby, "I'm pretty sure they are going to wash the baby after its born Abby."
Abby placed her hands on Ziva's shoulder, "A baby shower is when people give you gifts for the new baby." Abby explained. "Right." Ziva sighed, and Abby removed her hands from her shoulders. "We'll talk more about that, later. So Has Tony called?" Ziva shook her head, "Which surprises me. He normally would want to talk to the baby." Abby raised her eyebrows, "How on Earth do you that?" she asked. "Simple, you just set the phone by this monstrosity, you call a stomach." "Well, what are they doing out there?" Abby asked worry clearly in her tone. "They're fine." Ziva insisted when two small pings rang though the bullpen, Ziva shuffled slightly over to her desk.
"What is it?" Abby asked as she peered over Ziva's shoulder. "Tony just sent me an email, he wants me to try and figure out which kind of car this came from. See they're fine. Just working a case, I suppose." Ziva said and Abby relaxed a little as Ducky walked into the bullpen. "Good Morning Ladies." He said as he removed his hat. "Morning Ducky." Abby said a little uneasy. "What's wrong?" he asked. "She's worried about Tony and McGee." "They're probably fine, just working a case or something." Ducky said before his phone started to ring. Abby reached for it as he answered, "Ducky" he said as he walked toward Tony's desk. "Where is young Ashley and Matthew?" Ducky asked. "Ashley had "doctor's appointment today and so do I, so you'll be on your own, will you be okay with that?" Ziva asked, and Abby nodded, "Bring Me Back Pictures." She said simply. Ducky clamped his phone shut and turned back to them grimly. "What?" Ziva asked as her face fell. "More like who." Abby said quietly. "…Jenny." Abby gasped and slow pain filled tears rolled down Ziva's cheek.
"Tony and McGee weren't hurt, but they're on their way now."
Ziva was folding small, baby clothes on her bed, silently when Matt came and flopped down on the bed. "Hey Matt." She said and he groaned. "What's wrong?" she asked. He mumbled something against his hands before she sprinkled baby powder over his face. He sat up, "What was that for?" He shouted and both Nettie and Rivka walked into the room. "What on earth are you two doing?" Rivka asked. "He's mumbling." Ziva said as Matt dusted off his face. "You two sound just like children." Aunt Nettie chuckled and Ziva rolled her eyes. "Now, what going on Matthew?"
Matt ran his hand over his face, "Twice the socks, twice the cups, twice the band instruments, twice the soccer balls-."
"Matthew! What are you talking about?" Rivka asked as she tried to calm her son. "I think…" Ziva started. "He's trying to say it's twins." Matt fell back onto the bed,
"Oh good lord!"
7 Hours Later…in Ziva and Tony's Home:
Tony stormed into his home and threw his jacket down into the nearest chair and looked around at the dark house, "Ziva!" he yelled through the house. "Ziva!" he shouted again. He began searching everywhere for her, when he heard the front door open. He walked into the foyer where she was setting her keys on the end table, "Where were you?" he barked and she looked up at him blankly, "I went shopping. For the baby." She said simply as she brushed past him with a couple of shopping bags and up the stairs, she set the bags in the nursery before walking back into the master bedroom where Tony stood in front of her, glaring almost.
"It's not your fault." She said quietly, as she pulled her hair tie out, letting her hair fall. "How you do know, you weren't there." She looked up at him, "Because, I just do." She pleaded with him. "She died alone." He said quietly. "We are all alone." They stood there staring at each other before Ziva said, "Um, Matt and Ashley….they found out they're having twins. A Boy and a Girl." She said hopefully, and he raised his eyebrows slowly and then back down before he slowly reached out and touched her stomach. The baby kicked his hand lightly but it still made him smile gently. "Paris, that's when it must have happened," "The two of them alone, in another world."
"It was inevitable." Tony said as he pulled her into a hug.
"Nothing is inevitable." She asked she pulled herself away and he looked down at her, "Let go Tony." She whispered and he shook his head, "Can't." She furrowed her eyebrows together for a second before grabbing his hand, "Where are we going?" he asked as they hurried down the stairs. "Just wait and see." They made their way out to the car where against much of Tony's protest, Ziva drove.
They pulled up to Dr. Channing's office where Ziva took his hand and lead him inside, "Ziva, here for 2: 30." She said as she checked in, the nurse nodded and took them back to an examination room. She took her regular spot on the chair and Tony sat next to her. Dr. Channing walked in shortly after and smiled at them both and took a seat on her chair.
"Hey guys, how ya feeling today?" "Been better days." Tony muttered. "Why?" Dr. Channing asked. "Colleague passed away." Ziva said quietly and Dr. Channing nodded, "I'm Sorry." They nodded before Dr. Channing started the appointment. "So, Ziva how ya feeling otherwise?" "Fine." She stated simply. "Any contractions or abnormal swellings?" Ziva shook her head. "What about fetal movement?" Ziva smiled, "It is a very active baby." Dr. Channing nodded, "You still haven't told her yet?" Tony smiled gently and shook his head, "No, but she's shaken me a few times." "Well, you call me if the movement decreases." Ziva nodded vigorously. "So, I got some good news. No preeclampsia or urinary tract infections, so that's good." Tony tenderly rubbed the back of Ziva's hand, "Let's do the heartbeat." Ziva sat back against the chair and raised her shirt to her bra line and Dr. Channing place a Doppler on Ziva's stomach, the familiar fast pacing sound entered the room again and Tony squeezed her hand. "Sounds Good." She said as she set the Doppler on the tray.
"I'm gonna feel your stomach to feel your baby's size, just to make sure it's not too big or too small." She said as she lightly pushed down on her stomach, she nodded and wrote something down. "Seems about average size for a baby at this age. But let's have a look see." She put a few droplets of the blue liquid on her stomach and booted up the ultrasound machine, she placed the wand on Ziva's stomach and came upon a large baby-like figure tucked into a tiny ball almost, but its legs were still flailing along with its arms. Ziva laughed as she reached out and traced its body outline.
Dr. Channing lightly nudged Ziva, who looked over at Tony who slowly had tears rolling down his cheek, she gently used her thumb and wiped them away for him before leaning over and kissing him lightly on his lips. "I'll go get you some pictures." She said before she left the room, Ziva brushed back some of Tony's hair. "We made that." He croaked and Ziva nodded, "And you would love it just the same." She whispered as he traced the outline of her lips. "I hope she looks like you."
Ziva laughed as she nodded, "It will be good. You will just need bigger guns" She started smiling now, "Our little girl." she said slowly; Tony nodded, "Daddy's little girl." Ziva wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again and began laughing, "What's so funny?" he asked. "I knew it was a girl! You guys are horrible whisperers'." she said as tears rolled down her cheeks. Dr. Channing walked back into the room and handed Tony the photos, she looked at Ziva. "What happened?" "It's a girl!" she said excitedly. "He told you?" Ziva nodded excitedly, "Did you want a girl?" she asked. "Yes." "What about you Tony?" Dr. Channing asked as she helped Ziva down off the table. "Surprisingly, yeah. I kinda wanted another Ziva running around." Ziva stood up on her tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek. "See you in a few weeks." Dr. Channing waved. They said their goodbye's and scheduled a next appointment before they drove home.
Ziva hurried into their home and up the stairs or at least tried too, "Ziva, there's a bathroom down here." Tony called after her. "I don't have to use the bathroom!" Tony walked up the stairs and looked around. He pushed open the door to the nursery where Ziva was kneeling on the floor digging through a bag.
"What are you doing?" Tony asked. Ziva looked up at him before going back to the bag, "I need something. Now get out, I'll show you later." She shooed from the room before slamming the door shut. "Geez." He muttered before walking into the bedroom. He laid back down on the bed and closed his eyes, "I'm so sorry Jenny. So Sorry." He mumbled before slipping in a light sleep. A little while after that he felt the bed sink and something warm lay on his chest he opened his eyes and looked down at where Ziva's head layed on his chest. "Hey, what'd you do in there?" he asked. "A girl, with a J." she said softly. "What... Ziva, we've been through this before, only boys have J's." Ziva pulled his hand up and lead him into the nursery, she pointed to the wall above the crib. "A girl with a J."
Aimee Jenesis.
Tony kissed the side of Ziva's head, "Jenny would have like that." "I think she would too." They stood there a for a few more minutes before Tony helped her over to the rocking chair where she sat on his lap and layed her head on his chest and both their hands lay on her huge stomach, silently crying for their friend. "I love you Aimee Jenesis DiNozzo."
The whole team walked into the bull pen, all dressed in black. The news was on and it was a live broadcast about Jenny's funeral. "One of the bystanders said that Director Shepard will always be remembered for her gratitude and integrity." The newscaster said, and you could see Gibbs glance up at the staircase. Ziva sat on the edge of Gibbs's desk and delicately rubbed her stomach. "Tony." She breathed; Tony glanced at her for a second before the director's assistant came and told them the 'new' director wanted to see them. They all walked up the stairs, with Ziva trailing behind slowly. "Agent David." Director Vance said lowly. "The liaison position with NCIS is being terminated." Ziva looked up at Vance and then at Gibbs. "DiNozzo." Tony looked up at him, "Yes Sir." "You're being reassigned, Agent Afloat Ronald Reagan. Pack your bags you fly out tomorrow." Vance walked out in front of his desk, and placed three files in Gibbs's hands. "Meet your new team."
"Tony!" Ziva hissed, she looked at him worriedly before biting her lip and Tony looked over at her and she nodded, "I gotta go." Tony said as he brushed past Vance and grabbed Ziva's hand, and gently led her out of his office. "Don't miss your flight DiNozzo!" Vance called after them. "Screw You! My wife's having a baby!" Tony shouted as they hurried into the bullpen. And Gibbs, Ashley, and McGee tried to stifle a laugh.
Abby jumped up and down as they into the bullpen, "Can I come?" she asked excitedly Tony looked up at her and shrugged quickly, "Sure, we just gotta go, like 30 minutes ago." Ziva grabbed her bag and Tony grabbed her hand and with Abby quickly following they ran into the elevator. "This so exciting" Abby said as she climbed into the backseat and Tony threw Ziva's bag in the back. "Hurry." Ziva breathed as she rubbed her stomach gently. Tony nodded, "Of course sweet cheeks." He sped out of the parking lot and onto the street where most people would have thought he was crazy. "What's it feel like?" Abby asked sitting forward in her seat. "Like really, really bad stabbing with a steak knife." Ziva said as Tony swerved the car.
Tony made it to the parking lot in record time; 7 minutes 43 seconds. He nearly carried Ziva into the emergency labor and delivery section where a nurse was waiting for them. "Hi I'm-." Ziva held up her hand, "I really don't care right now, just get me drugs." Abby giggled quietly before the nurse lead Tony and Ziva into a room.
Abby sat around the waiting room for what seemed to be an hour before Tony walked out and sat next to her, "Well?" she asked and Tony shook her head. "Just like….Braxton Hicks contractions, or something." He stated simply. "Well how is she?" Abby asked, Tony was about to answer when his phone rang and he held up a finger before answering, "DiNozzo." "Special Agent DiNozzo this is your captain speaking." Captain Eugene Sids said into the phone. "Yes sir?" He asked.
"I hear you're about to become a father." "Yes, sir." "Well, I know what it is like to be away from your family especially when they're infants, and I don't want your child to go through that. What's her name son?" he asked. "Um, Aimee Jenesis DiNozzo." You could hear him smile through the phone, "Well you tell the Misses and little Aimee that I want you to stay home."
Tony smiled, "Thank You."
"Full Paternity Leave, I'll try and work something out in D.C. but for now stay with your wife." He said before he heard a dial tone, "Thanks." He breathed. "Well?" Tony looked over at her,
"Oh, she's pissed. Bed rest and all."
All right, 1. I didn't want to kill Jenny, but it's going somewhere in MY timeline. (Trust Me)
2. There is a method to my madness! Genesis, just wasn't as good as Jenesis
3. Reviews are very much needed and welcome.
It's done yet though, trust me,
Sincerely, Yours Truly,
Broken Piece of the Puzzle