A/N: I was thinking about writing it for awhile, so in my sick haze, I am finally doing it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS; I do have rights to, Caleb.
Caleb Ari
At nine months pregnant, Ziva was pretty irritable. Tony was stuck on the couch close to every night. Caleb, being quite lucky, never had any anger toward him. Ziva was just the same loving mother to him. He was excited to be a big brother. He even offered his baby blanket for the baby, which in turn made Ziva cry. On this particular January day, it was snowing lightly out side, but slowly getting heavier. Tony was at work and sending Abby over to be with her, Caleb was at his friend Paul's house and Ziva sat in the piano room, playing a piece from Beethoven.
As she neared the end, a sharp familiar pain struck her. She grabbed her belly and breathed in and out. When the pain began to subside, Ziva stood slowly and made her way to the kitchen, where one of their house phones was located. It took her fifteen minutes to get to the phone and by then another contraction hit. She doubled over, clutching her stomach. This was happening fast, way to fast.
"Shit." Ziva swore as her water broke. Breathing in and out like she had when she had Caleb, she reached for the phone again. Abby walked in at that particular moment, shaking snow out of her raven black pig tails.
"Ziva!" Abby called to her and Ziva, who held on the counter, grunted in response. Abby followed the noise and gasped at Ziva.
"Ziva! What happened? Are you in labor? It's snowing pretty hard out there! The car I took barely got me here! Did you call Tony? Gibbs? Ari and Kate? Anybody? Ziva?" Abby fell silent when she noticed Ziva wasn't answering. A painful expression was in place of her usual warrior mask. Abby felt bad for her. Ziva swallowed and looked at Abby.
"Have you ever delivered a baby before Abby?" Abby's eyes widened.
"No and I'm not starting now!" Ziva shook her head.
"Abby, if the weather is getting worse and we cannot take a car to get us to the hospital; you will need to deliver this baby." Ziva told her firmly than sighed.
"I will walk you through it."
"You've delivered babies before?"
"Yes, my little sister Tali, remember her? My mom was alone and I was taking care of my other sisters. My mother told me what to do. As a reward I got to name Tali. And I have helped some of my few female friends, like Kate. Now we need to get me up the stairs to my room." Abby nodded and took Ziva's elbow leading her to the stairs.
"How do you feel?" Abby asked, but as soon as the words left her mouth if sounded stupid. Ziva looked at her.
"I feel like it is between my knees."
"Was it like that with Caleb?" Ziva nodded.
"But only after hours of labor."
"After you had this feeling, how soon did he come?"
"Twenty three minutes." They were half way up the steps when Ziva stopped.
"Another contraction?" Abby asked, watching her grip on the railing. Her fingers were turning white from the pressure and the railing groaned in protest. Ziva nodded.
"You can squeeze my hand if you want." Abby offered. Ziva just shook her head.
"I need your hands to be not broken when you do this. Having broken fingers is not going to help either of us." Abby understood and nodded. Minutes later they got Ziva on to the king sized bed. Ziva grabbed the phone from the nightstand and handed it to Abby.
"Call Tony and Ari. Than 911 to get an ambulance. After that call anyone, got it?" Abby nodded and called Tony.
"DiNozzo."
"Tony! They baby's coming! Get here if you can!" After reassuring Tony everything was fine and that women were meant to have babies, than she called Ari, she got off the phone with him and called 911.
"Okay Ziva, the lady said she was going to send an ambulance, but because the snow isn't letting up, it could take awhile." Ziva nodded and breathed through another contraction. They were coming every few minutes now.
"Abby, I need to push." Ziva panted to her friend. She told Abby to get a rather large clean towel from the linen closet next to the laundry room. When Abby got back she held a big yellow towel.
"These are really soft! How did-"
"Abby!" Ziva interrupted her ranting.
"Sorry, what?"
"I need you to take my pants off, I cannot do it." Abby helped her with that and than helped her with her shirt. Ziva lay in her bed wearing nothing but her bra. A sheet covered her from the waist down.
"Can you see the head?"
"…Yes! This would be so beautiful if it wasn't so gross." Ziva chuckled, than grimaced.
"On my next contraction, I am going to push; I need you to get the baby with the towel. Do not mess with the cord." A minute later, Ziva was pushing and Abby was waiting.
"It's coming! You're doing great Ziva! Really great!" Seconds later a loud wailing filled the room. Ziva's head fell back against the mound of pillows propping her up. Abby cleaned up the baby and placed the baby on Ziva's chest. Skin touching skin. Abby draped the towel over the baby, gently tucking it in.
"It is a girl." Ziva said tears rolling down her face. A smile on her face told Abby she was happy. Ziva's teeth clenched together once more.
"Ziva? What's wrong?" Ziva blinked a couple times before answering.
"I am…I am having more contractions."
"What? But you just had the baby?" Abby was confused.
"I think another baby may be on the way." Abby looked horrified and Ziva looked slightly fearful.
TBC…
A/N: And you all thought I would have the whole hospital scene, well that sounded like no fun for me. Sorry if the medical do dads are wrong. I have never had any children and if I do, I am going to have lots and LOTS of drugs. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think is going to happen…Can't wait to hear from you fanfictioners...Oh and a bard is a storyteller!