Chapter 13

"You know that would be going against everything you and Tony decided." Abby reminded Ziva.

"Well not exactly, Tony decided we wouldn't find out till we'd both agreed, and it looks like this way he gets what he wants, yes?"

"Well yeah but…"

"But nothing, sounds like he's being controlling, and you don't need that do you Ziva?" Jeanne prompted.

" well…"

"I'm guessing you're the kind of person that needs to know what's going on, the kind of person who likes to be prepared, how can you be prepared when you don't know anything. How can you really get excited when you don't know what to expect?"

"HEY. There are plenty of things for them to get excited about. Ziva you'd hurt him so bad if you went behind DiNozzo's back and found out. It would kill him"

"Sounds like he hasn't changed at all, still the same old control freak he always was."

"I think we should go Ziva." Abby abruptly and rudely said turning her friend around and walking towards the checkout.

"Ziva," Jeanne called, Ziva turned back to look at her. "If you want to find out, I am a doctor, granted, I"m usually in the ER, but I've got experience in this area, I could definatly tell you what to expect." She handed her a business card.

"Come on Ziva, lets go."

"thank you Jeanne." And with that Ziva turned and followed her Abby, who, turned back to Jeanne giving her a dirty look.

"Ziva, you can't seriously be considering this can you?"

"No… no… I mean… no." she muttered unconvincingly.

"That didn't sound so convincing."

"Do not worry Abby, everything will be fine."

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"Ziva you weren't really thinking about taking her up on that offer were you? I mean, what would Tony think?" Abby asked as they sat on the couch, their feet both on the coffee table infront of them, eating soup Abby warmed up in her mission to look after her heavily pregnant friend.

"Why would he have to know Abby? I mean, I have kept secrets from him before, this would be easy."

"could you keep that secret from yourself?

As they spoke the sound of a key unlocking the front door drew their attention. "Abby! What are you doing here? Keeping my wife company in front of the Long Kiss Goodnight?" Tony said as he walked into the apartment and further into the living room giving his wife's two gentle kisses, one on her forehead and one on her rather large and pregnant belly. "Hows my little nougat?" He said talking to his unborn child, Ziva had been addicted to any chocolate bar with Nougat during month 6 of her pregnancy and he'd figured it was a fitting nick name for the baby. It was the perfect analogy Ziva was the perfect chocolate that could always perfectly delectable by it's self, but to have that sweet nougat inside her made her... well, not better, not more special, but unexpectibly wonderful. It didn't make him love her any more, But nougart is sweet and soft, and after all that's what pregnancy had make Ziva, soft, and Tony loved that. Meanwhile, Ziva just rolled her eyes, and Abby couldn't work out if it was barf worthy or adorable. "I thought we agreed to start little Nougat's education off a little better then this." Again Ziva rolled her eyes.

"I am sick of watching James Bond Movies, The Saint, Transformers and the Shawshank Redemption. Besides it was not us who agreed, it was you who stated, and you seem to be making a lot of decisions about this baby."

"WOW, what did I walk into? Whad I do?"

"Is this how it's always going to be? You make all the decisions and I just have to live with it? what if I do not want to? What if I want to send it to a different school, or take it to temple? Do I get any say when it comes to my child?"

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Jeanne sat in her cold, lonely apartment, she hated the fact it got to her so much that Tony was so happy. Didn't karma mean anything? Shouldn't he be hurting for what he'd done to her? Shouldn't he feel the pain he put her through? It just didn't seem fair that he's been so horrible to her and then be rewarded with such a wonderful life, he was married and about to add to his family. Ziva seemed so happy with him, was he really the bastard she's pegged him as or was he the Tony DeNardo she's loved. She had wanted him to follow her, and had always assumed the reason he didn't was because everything was a lie, none of it was real. There was noway she could have fallen for a bastard, it must have all been fake. She couldn't help but feel that she'd never had that poor judgement in character. She'd never stayed with a man who had lied to her so long, well, maybe her father, but he had never truly lied to her, he'd always been her loving and loyal father. Was Tony any different? Is all he lied about his job and name? She couldn't shake the feeling that she could be his happy wife expecting their child. She could have wonderful friends looking after her and taking her shopping for un-nutritional food. She could have been the one staying awake at night laughing at old movies and then lying in his strong safe arm. Didn't all girls fall for someone like their father? Maybe Tony was perfect, was the one, and he was happy, just not with her. Jeanne sat there, beginning to seethe. She walked over to her closet and opened the long white door and searched for a large box, not much bigger then a show box, and pulled it out. She returned to her couch and untied the blue ribbon around it. Inside there was photos, she started searching through them. She pulled one out, it was a photo of her and John, her ex. He was a local cop, but he'd lied to her, cheated on her actually, her own fiancée, he'd slept with another woman, her best friend in fact. She wondered if he was happy too after his terrible deed. She pushed the photo back into the box under several others then pulled out a photo of her and Tony. She looked at the way he was looking at her, there was a sparkle of fun in her eye, and the hint of love in his. That look surely couldn't have been a lie. She threw the photo back in the box and slammed the lid shut pushing it across her coffee table and away from her. She wanted to be happy, she wanted to be Ziva, she wanted him. Nothing had changed over all these years without him, nothing had changed. Couldn't he be happier with her? If she wasn't happy, should he be? Had he not followed her because of that bitch Ziva? Jeanne was mad, madder then she'd ever been. She picked up the photo frame next to her couch and looked at the image of her dearly departed father. "I wish you were here papa." At that moment there was a knock at her door, she stood up and moved towards it. "Jullien." She said sounding supprised.

"I need your help Jeanne."