Hey guys! OK, i do realise that you cant tell the sex of the baby until 18-20 weeks, but its my story so suck it, LOL

Chapter 32 – Doing Her Messy Work

It was the next day, Tony stood in the elevator hitting the 'A' button repeatedly before finally loosing it and hitting it as hard as he could. He was confused and angry.

"Oof! That one hurt." Said Ziva as she and Kate jumped into the elevator right before the doors closed.

"No it didn't." Tony started to pace, "Didn't we get our fill of secret agendas, and lying, and manipulation during our time away?"

"Look, I too had hoped things would be different by now."

"I'd like to go and give Jen a piece of my mind." He grumbled,

"The way you're loosing it, I don't think you have enough to spare."

"You've had enough of this job then?" Asked Kate slightly awkwardly,

"I like the job! I don't like the politics. Wasn't kidding about that part earlier."

"If you had ever had some military training then maybe you would have learnt to follow orders." Snapped Ziva,

"What like you?!" Yelled Tony, "We were given a direct order not to engage! I recall that you were the first one to throw a punch!"

"It was a reflex!" Yelled Ziva,

"Hmm? Really? Then what happened after? Last thing I remember before the lights went out was you kimbo-slicing through a room full of guards, was that a reflex?!"

"Yes!" Yelled Ziva. They were face to face, completely ignoring Kate who hovered in the corner, "It was! Gun shot went off! I saw YOU-!" Ziva stopped mid sentence. She thought he was shot. She thought she might lose him.

They stared into each others eyes. Tony opened his mouth and whispered; "I'm tired of pretending."

"So am I." The elevator dinged and the doors opened.

"It's a dinner theatre for an audience of one, when's the curtain go down?" he walked out, and the doors closed once more. Ziva turned and noticed Kate.

"Sorry Caitlin. I lost control. Hormones."

Kate walked to her side and put a comforting arm around Ziva's shoulder, "It's fine. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I am tired of pretending I'm some super hero robot with no emotion. This baby terrifies me, and I almost lost her yesterday. I don't know what I'm doing. My father was right. I am not the motherly type; I am not ready for this. I never was and I never will be."

"It's normal to be scared, Ziva. Everyone understands. They don't expect you to be emotionless, it's ok."

"I do not like to be weak."

"You're not weak. You're one of the strongest people I know."

Ziva nodded and ran a hand through her hair. "What does he mean? What is he tired of pretending?"

"I have no idea."

* * *

"Raise your hands." Abby raised her hands to the device Jenny held. This was all part of the plan; she had to act nervous and reluctant. They had to think her a traitor.

The device crackled, its way of proving Abby was committing treason.

Jenny stayed in character. She looked at the guards, "Take Ms Sciuto into custody." Abby was taken away, McGee staring incredulously after her.

Jenny felt a pang of sympathy towards McGee. He didn't know it was all a ploy, a red herring. He thought his best friend, girlfriend, mother of his unborn child was the best person in the world; and now she was arrested for betraying her country.

* * *

"I know you don't won't to talk-" McGee was in the interrogation room talking to Abby, why would she do this? Like he said before, she loved her country, she loved her job, she loved her lab, she loved Gibbs, and she loved her unborn baby, why would she risk it all for Domino?

"Of course I want to talk, McGee! I'm dying here. I've been in on this since the beginning- not the traitor part! The catching of the traitor part." She interrupted him,

"Oh. Oh!" McGee finally got it,

"Gibbs came to me, days ago, I formulated the marking dye, I couldn't let anyone into the lab 'cause no one could see what I was doing, plus I spilt some."

"On your hands?" Asked McGee, confused,

"And on the floor. I mean the hands part; that was part of the plan."

"Wait, so this is all part of it? Gibbs and the Director know that you're innocent?"

"As a puppy." Said Abby, "I mean the kind of puppy that you would send into the bushes to make all the birds fly out so you could shoot them… You're so sweet to worry Timmy." She smiled, and McGee grinned, he lent over the table and gave Abby a short kiss on the lips.

* * *

Gibbs sat in interrogation; Michelle Lee sat across from him.

"Why." He asked gruffly,

"Because I had no choice, believe me, I had no choice." She whispered,

"Not true." He stated,

"If I don't do what they want-"

"Who?"

"You-" She struggled for words, and felt her eyes burn,

"WHO ARE THEY?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Yelled Lee, "But they know me! And they know how to get to me. They know things about me you don't know." She took a folded envelope out of her pocket, and took a photo out; she placed it on the table. It showed a small girl, holding yesterday's newspaper. "Look." Her voice was full of pain and worry, "This is Amanda; she's my daughter."

Lee's breathing was quick, "If I don't deliver what they want, they will kill her. If I tell anybody they will kill her. If I do anything that they don't like- if they knew I was in here right now- She's dead! What am I supposed to do?!"

SUSPENCE! lol, so next chap is obviously set during 6x09 Daggar

here's a preview of next chapter...

"So Ari's your brother." Said Tony,

"What?" Asked Ziva, it was late at night, they were sitting in their kitchen eating McDonalds.

"Yesterday, your brother, Ari."

"Half-brother."

"Still blood."

"What do you want me to say Tony?