Chapter 3: Less Pain and More Tests
Ziva woke about 0700. She looked over at Tony, who was sound asleep in the chair, his head back on the backrest, mouth open and snoring. She smiled and squeezed his hand which was still entwined with hers.
"Tony," Ziva spoke quietly, but above a whisper. "Tony! I need to get up and use the bathroom. TONY!"
"Wha? Oh…" Tony opened his eyes and yawned. "Give me a sec and I'll help you." He loosed their hands and stretched and stood up. He helped Ziva sit up and then swing her legs over the side of the bed. He rolled the IV pole so that she could use it and him to stand up. They carefully navigated to the bathroom; Tony moved around Ziva to help her turn and sit on the toilet. He moved outside the door to let her have some privacy and stretched again.
"Tony, I am ready to get up."
"K." He moved into the bathroom again and raised Ziva to her feet. She moved to the sink to wash her hands and then he guided her back to the bed. Once he got her settled, he yawned again. "Be right back; my turn."
Ziva lay back against the pillows and closed her eyes. The pain was definitely less than last night. Her bruises still hurt, but the pain in her abdomen was mostly gone. She put her hand on her belly, thinking about the tiny life that was growing inside her. Her child, THEIR child, hers and Tony's. Were they ready for this? What would Gibbs say? How would the team react to their news? How would she and Tony deal with this news? She loved him and she knew he loved her, but were they ready to become parents?
Tony came out of the bathroom about the same time as a doctor walked in the door.
"Good morning," the doctor looked so young to Tony. "I am Doctor Jose' Garcia and I will be your primary physician while you are here. I'm an OB/GYN, and if you wish, you can continue with me as your doctor when you are discharged.
"I'm going to palpate your abdomen, Ziva. If it hurts let me know, please." He placed his hands on Ziva's belly and gently prodded. Tony noticed that she only winced one time; much, much better than last night! "I understand that you did not know that you're pregnant?" Ziva nodded as he continued, "We will need to do another sonogram, more detailed to see if the abdominal injuries have put the baby at risk in any way. I have scheduled that for this morning. You will need to drink about two liters of water so that your bladder is full; it will help get a better image.
"Do you have any questions for me?"
Ziva looked at Tony and both responded, "No."
"I am going to ask you some questions to get your medical history and I will have my assistant bring you some forms to complete for more details. Is that okay?"
Ziva nodded. "Yes."
"First question; how old were you when you started your period?"
"Fifteen."
"Have you had regular periods since then?"
"Yes and no."
Dr. Garcia looked up at her, nodding at her to explain more.
"When I was in training, sometimes I would skip several months." Ziva hesitated and Tony squeezed her hand. He knew she was now thinking about Somalia. She looked at him and he met her gaze, offering her silent support through his eyes. The doctor noticed the gaze, and knew they were silently communicating. Whatever was causing her to hesitate must be major.
"I… I… was repeatedly… assaulted… in captivity…" Ziva never broke her gaze from Tony's eyes. He held her hand, again giving it a squeeze, encouraging her to share as much as she could. "I was told afterwards…" Ziva choked back a sob. "I was told…" She nodded at Tony to continue for her.
"She was told that she could not have children."
"When was this?" The doctor was horrified by what she must have experienced, but kept his face neutral and his comments unemotional.
"Summer of 2009; not quite four years ago." Ziva responded, her voice flat.
"What have your periods been like since then?"
"About every thirty five to forty days, mostly light or moderate flow. No cramping or pain."
"When was your last period?"
"January twentieth."
"Why did you not suspect that you might be pregnant?"
"My father was killed in January. I was under a lot of stress and I figured the stress was interfering with my cycle. It has happened before. Plus I have been told that I cannot get pregnant by several doctors."
Tony rubbed his thumb on the back of Ziva's hand. Her voice tone told him that she had gone into her "Mossad mode;" emotionless voice, flat delivery of the facts. He hated to see her this way, but if it got the information the doctor needed, so be it.
"Were you or are you using any form of birth control?"
"I was on the pill from the time I was sixteen. I stopped about a year ago, because it did not seem necessary since I was told that I could not get pregnant."
"Who is the father, if I may ask?"
"Tony." Ziva looked at her best friend, her lover as she said his name. He met her gaze and rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand again.
"I assume you are Tony?" Dr. Garcia looked at Tony who nodded. "How long have you been together?"
"It's complicated…" Ziva started.
"Short version, eight years," Tony replied.
"Have you had any prior pregnancies, either terminated or full term?"
"No."
"Have you had any abdominal surgeries or trauma other than the most recent injuries and the events from 2009?"
"No."
"Great. That is all I need for now. I will stop by this evening and we will discuss the results from the sonogram. Do either of you have any questions?"
"No; thanks." Tony squeezed Ziva's hand as she responded and he shook his head.
As Dr. Garcia left, Ziva's breakfast tray arrived. The smell of the food made Tony hungry, and he realized that they hadn't had anything to eat since their dinner the previous night. A covered plate, a container of apple sauce, orange juice and a container of milk were on the tray. Ziva took the lid off the plate to reveal scrambled eggs, slices of turkey bacon and two pieces of toast cut in half diagonally. Packets of jelly were next to the toast.
"I do not think I can eat all of that; do you want half, Tony?" Ziva grinned at him; she knew he would not say no to food.
"Okay. We can share." Tony eyed the bacon, hoping to snag a piece as Ziva was unwrapping the plastic utensils.
She noticed his hand moving slowly in the direction of the bacon and swatted it. "Patience, Tony." He gave her a sheepish grin; busted! She knew him too well. "You may have the orange juice and I will drink the milk. We will split the eggs, bacon and toast. I am not sure if I want the applesauce or not." She handed Tony the knife to put jelly on his toast halves; he put grape jelly on his own and then on her pieces, he put the strawberry preserves, knowing that was one of her favorites. She smiled at him and handed him the fork, taking the spoon for herself. "Give me back the knife, so that I have something to use with the spoon, please."
"I don't know, Zi. You and knives, you know?" Ziva laughed, and it was music to Tony's ears. He handed her the knife and they ate the food together. They ended up sharing the applesauce.
Ziva suggested that they keep the utensils and rinse them in the sink for use for later meals. Tony agreed and took all three pieces to wash them. He put the clean utensils on the nightstand and poured a cup of water for Ziva. "Remember, you are supposed to drink two liters of water before the sonogram." She nodded and drank from the cup.
Tony picked up the TV remote while they were waiting for someone to take Ziva to the sonography area. Not much was on, so he flipped the channels, finally settling on a black and white western movie. Ziva watched Tony as he changed the channels. He watched her out of the corner of his eye.
Ziva laughed and put her hand on Tony's face, turning him so that they locked gazes. "Tony, I…"
She was interrupted by a knock on the door. "I'm here to take you to sonography," a female in scrubs announced. She had a wheelchair for Ziva. When the tech saw Ziva eying the chair, she hurriedly explained, "Sorry, it's hospital policy. We don't want you falling on the floor while you are moving around. These hooks are for your IVs, so we can leave the pole here."
She helped Ziva get into the chair and then moved the IVs to the hooks. Tony asked if he could come along and she nodded. Ziva looked relieved that Tony could go with her.
In the sonography waiting area, they sat about fifteen minutes. When it was Ziva's turn, her name was called, "Ziva David." Of course, the person pronounced it 'day-vid' and Tony quickly corrected her.
"It's Dah-VEED; Hebrew pronunciation."
"And you are?"
"Tony DiNozzo, her…" Tony wasn't quite sure how to describe his relationship with Ziva.
"Partner and significant other;" Ziva finished the sentence, squeezing Tony's hand in hers. "He gets a bit protective of me."
"Of course," the tech motioned for the pair to follow her to the sonography room. "Have you had a sonogram before?"
"Last night."
"Okay, so you know how this goes. Have you had plenty of water to drink?" Ziva nodded. "Okay, we'll get you on the bed here and get you ready for the exam. Just get comfortable, Ms. David. Mr. DiNozzo, you can sit on the left side." She motioned to a chair next to the bed. Tony moved over to sit down, taking Ziva's hand in his again. He was glad it was her left side, so he didn't have to worry about her injured shoulder.
The tech lifted Ziva's hospital gown, draping a sheet over her legs and hips for privacy. She looked at the bruises on Ziva and glanced at Tony. "How did you get all these bruises?"
"Car accident four days ago and a fight with a perp two days ago. I was thrown against a metal railing during the fight." Ziva hated that everyone who saw her bruises even thought that Tony could have done that to her. "We were both in the accident."
"Oh. We will be doing a much more detailed and hence longer imaging than you had last night. When I move the wand and press it to get images from inside you, it may hurt some. Let me know if it gets too much on the pain and we can take a break." She squirted the gel on Ziva's abdomen and prepared for the first set of images.
Tony touched Ziva's cheek and turned her face towards him, "Look at me, Zi; we'll do like last night. It will help with any pain." Ziva gazed into Tony's eyes as he looked back into hers. He held her left hand with his right and caressed her face with his left hand.
After about forty minutes of the tech taking images, moving the wand, taking notes and screen captures, she asked the pair if they wanted to see the baby. Both nodded and she turned the screen so they could see the image.
Tony looked at the tiny human on the screen, "Is that, is it, the heart beating?" He asked the question in a whisper.
"Yes." The tech pointed out the heart, lungs and other forming internal organs. Ziva had tears in her eyes and when she glanced at Tony, she noticed a tear sliding down his cheek.
"Wow. Zi, we created that!" Tony was grinning at her. "That's our baby. OUR baby!" Ziva loosed her hand from his and moved it to his face. She tried not to let her tears spill, but her eyes started leaking on their own.
"OUR baby," Ziva repeated. "Wow." She smiled at Tony through her tears.
The tech discretely turned away from the couple to allow them some time alone viewing their child. Tony leaned in and kissed Ziva, and she returned the kiss. They leaned their foreheads together, making contact with their eyes as well. Had the tech not cleared her throat, they probably would have stayed that way for a long time.
"Sorry to interrupt, but we are done, so you can go back to your room. Your doctor will have the results and images within the next several hours. Do you want a screen shot to take with you?"
"YES!" Both Ziva and Tony replied immediately. The tech handed them a printed photo with the date and time and 'Baby David/DiNozzo' in the upper corner. Tony smiled at the image and kissed Ziva one more time before helping her stand and move to the wheelchair.
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