Chapter 3

"Do I have something on my face? Why do you keep looking at me?" Ziva asked

"Well, yeah, actually you've got a zit but I'm not looking at that."

Ziva started to get irritated. Tony's eyes had barely left her direction all day and she was sick of being monitored so closely. She craved her independence and although she knew he was concerned and trying to be sweet, she needed to get away from him, just for a short while. She stood up and moved towards the bathroom to check her face. It was true, she did have a zit. "Must be all that chocolate I've been eating recently." She mumbled to herself. She played with it for a second then exited the bathroom and made her way down to Abby's lab.

"Abby?" she called walking into the music filled lab, the gothic scientist was no where to be seen. "Abby?" she called again. From behind her she heard...

"Man you guys have got to get a case. I had to go and get my own caf pow!" Abby walked into her lab behind her. "what's up Ziva?"

"I have a zit, and need to hide from the world till it goes away."

"Or you can just cover it." Abby opened her desk draw and pulled out a bag full of eyeliners and blood red gloss. Fossicking around in there she eventually pulled out some concealer and powder and handed them to Ziva.

"I do not use this."

"You've never worn make up?"

"Of course I have I just do not wear a lot and I have never had to cover anything." Abby's eyes lit up. This was too good an opportunity to let up. She stood up, turned Ziva around and sat her on the chair.

"What are you doing?"

"Just…. covering your zit."

Abby got to work covering Ziva's zit and the rest of her face, apparently to make it all blend properly.

"Arh, what is that?"

"Eye-liner."

"I know I do not know a lot about make up but I do not think you need that to cover a zit."

"May I remind you that I could kill you and not leave any forensic evidence?"

"May I remind you of my crazy Ninja ways?"

"Good point, but I'm doing it anyway… now look up." Ziva sighed and let her get to work, she had nothing better to do anyway. Besides, it was kinda nice to do what she assumed was female bonding.

"You know, I'm glad you and Tony are sorting stuff out. You guys are so perfect together."

"Well we…" Ziva paused "We are… working on it."

"What was with that stutter?"

"What stutter?"

"You paused and then there was a stutter. What aren't you telling me Ziva David-DiNozzo?"

"Nothing."

"Your not still staying with Gibbs are you?"

"No."

"McGee?"

"No!"

"Ducky, Palmer? Vance???"

"I am not staying with anyone Abby."

"So then you're back home with Tony? And your working it all out right?" Ziva couldn't look at her.

"W-well we are trying to work things out."

"Oh my God. Your fidgeting and your stuttering, what aren't you telling me? Where have you been sleeping?" Abby whined.

"At a hotel." In Abby's rage, sadness, distress, she stood up quickly, accidently knocking Ziva's chest as she went. Ziva clutched herself and yelped in pain. "

"Sorry, but this…." Abby paced in front of her. This is terrible. I mean, you guys are… you're Tony and Ziva, you're…. Tiva!!"

"Tiva?"

"Sure all the important people get to blend names. "Tom-Kat, Brangalina, why not you?"

"Because we are not famous?"

"Sure you are. Your love story should be famous, it should be written down and read to children like a fairy tale, well not children, I mean, have you read some of those fairy tales? I mean they are seriously scary and why is the evil person always a woman?"

"I do not know."

"Well we should, we should look into that." Ziva stood up, and stopped Abby from pacing, placing her hands on her shoulders and looking into Abby's eyes.

"You do not need to worry Abby. Tony and I will work it out."

"Do you promise?"

"Of course I do. Now I should really go and get on with some work." And with that Ziva walked out of the lab. Abby sniggered.

"Don't forget about the make up Officer David." She said, making sure it was not loud enough to be heard.

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Ziva entered the bull pen.

"What happened to you?" Tony's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"What do you mean?"

"You. You're…."

"You look like Abby," McGee finished Tony's thought."

"Thank you Probie. You do you look like Abby."

"Oh," Ziva stopped and remembered her make-over. "Abby was just… I mean…"

"I like it." Tony said, mesmerised.

"I am sure you do." Ziva had to admit, she like the attention. She missed being lusted over. She wanted Tony so badly, but the thought of him wanting her even more was ecstasy.

"You should get zits more often if this is what happens."

"are you saying I am not as attractive normally Tony? That you only find me attractive when my face is covered." She knew he didn't, she just wanted to make him squirm and feel a little guilty.

"No… No…."

"Oh really well…"

"Ziva, Ducky wants to see you up in autopsy, wants an assassins point of view." Gibbs called as he walked into the bull pen.

"Yes Boss." And with that Ziva sheepishly dashed off to visit autopsy.

"I'll come with you, I need to check something with Ducky anyway." McGee called as he tried to catch up with her.

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"Good afternoon Doctor Mallard." Ziva greeted him as she walked into Autopsy.

"Arh, Good afternoon my dear." Ducky turned to look at Ziva, he paused, "this would be your doing wouldn't it?" He said refering to Ziva's face as he turned to Abby.

"Yep." Abby gleefully stated.

"Arh and Timothy, always a pleasure."

"You wanted me to look at something Ducky?"

"Yes my dear. I was just filling Abby in on the case Special Agent Watkins is working on." While Ducky divulged the details of the case Palmer walked into the room.

Ziva stopped listening put her head up and paused for a second. Everyone looked at her, she ran to the near by sink once again throwing up the contents of her stomach.

"What's wrong my dear?"

"You have food in there, don't you palmer?" Ziva asked.

"Arh… no." Jimmy lied "You're not allowed to bring food into Autopsy." he pointed out.

"You do, you have bacon." Ziva stated clearly.

Abby opened Palmers bag and pulled out a package wrapped in alfoil. Unwrapping it slightly revealed a toasted BLT sandwich. Ziva looked at it and threw up again.

"Get rid of it Mr Palmer," Ducky demanded, and with that the autopsy gremlin left the room.

"jeeze Ziva, you throw up at the smell of bacon, yet you can down a yogurt covered chocolate bar wrapping in your sausage burrito?" McGee asked.

Abby gasped and pulled Ziva aside. "Ziva are you pregnant?"