Hey guys! So this is a quick update Go Me. Still if you love me you'll review both chaps if u haven't reviewed ch60. This chap, believe it or not, is set during 6x23 Legend part 2

This goes out to Lexi, thanks for the review, and congratulations on the twins! You should totally name one after me! Lol. I too shall be sad when this Story is over, but I will focus on one of two other fics that I have in my mind, I haven't decided which though. One is called 'Torn' it is Abby centric, how she met Gibbs and joined the NCIS team. The second is called 'History Repeating' It's a tiva fic, AU, and the title is a maybe, I may come up with something better then that.

Chapter 61 - The Stitch

It was the next day, Tony, Kate and Ziva had just walked into MTAC as requested by Gibbs.

"OSP's on-line." Said the tech, and an image of Macy, Gibbs, McGee and someone neither Tony are Ziva recognised came up."Ziva."

"Gibbs."

"McGee, put it up." A still image came up on half of the screen, and image of Michael Rivkin, "You recognize him?"

Tony looked sharply at Ziva, watching her face trying to read her emotions,

"Ziva!"

"Yes, I know him. His name is Michael Rivkin."

"He says he's Mossad."

"Yes, he's with the Mossad."

"Anything else you can tell us about him, Officer David?" Asked Special Agent Macy,

"No. I have not worked with him in some time."

"We will talk more about this later." Said Gibbs,

"Of course." The feed cut out and Tony faced Ziva, "You did not think I would identify him." Ziva spoke with out turning towards her partner and husband, "That was not a question."

"Anything you want to tell me?" Asked Tony,

"No."

* * *

"What did I miss?" Ziva asked as she walked into the Bullpen,

"Abby playing with crayons, possibly blood. McGee calling. And I made a paper airplane that was so fantastic it broke the office gliding record. But really all the fun's happening in another area code. Are we... Fighting?"

"If we were, you would be on the floor bleeding."

"Okay, I accept that as a likely outcome." Tony agreed, "So you're just annoyed with me? Angry?"

"You should not be surprised."

"Because of this morning?"

"You thought I would not identify Michael Rivkin as a Mossad operative." She glared,

"I didn't say a word."

"You did not have to."

"So you think you did the right thing?"

"You think I didn't?" Ziva questioned,"Maybe you should have told them more. Like how well you know him." Suggested Tony,

"How well do I know him, Tony?"

"You know him better than they think you do."

"And you know that how?" demanded Ziva, still glaring,

"He is in your own words, like a brother, to you. But I suppose that doesn't change anything, after all you did kill Ari, and threaten Sha'ul."

"You have no right." Ziva spat,

"You saw Rivkin when he was in D.C. three days ago. You didn't tell them when you had the chance. And I'm just wondering why, that's all."

"Are you, by any chance, questioning my loyalty?"

"I'm questioning why you didn't tell them you saw him three days ago. And why you lied to me about it."

"Are you jealous?" Ziva asked,

"As your husband? Yes. But keeping it out of the office, no, I'm worried. Because you don't seem to understand that your secret friend is interfering with this agency's abilityto shut down a terrorist cell."

"Interfering? How is he interfering?" Ziva asked in a low voice,

"He's already killed two suspects."

"Well, in my country that would be cause for celebration." Ziva snapped,

"You're not in your country, and neither is he!" Yelled Tony,

"Have you finished?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Ziva started to grab her gear, and walk to the elevator, Tony following.

"No. Another question. You know where we can find him?"

"No, I don't."

"And if you did, would you tell me?"

Ziva stepped into the elevator and pressed the appropriate button,

"No." She paused, "But I would tell Gibbs." And the doors closed between them.

* * *

Ziva looked herself in the mirror. Her stance was more strained then usual. Her breasts were swollen and tender. Her seven and a half month pregnant stomach heavy and ugly.

She continued to gaze at her naked reflection, wondering how Tony had wanted to make love to her when she looked this way. But then she remembered how they had gone weeks -over a month- without sex, until the itch became to irritating to ignore and had to be scratched.

But that didn't matter. Tony had been a jackass these last few days and obviously didn't trust her, personally or professionally. Had she known he was thee jealous type she would have just told him Michael was in town and would be conducting Mossad business.

Sighing deeply she pulled on an old T-Shirt she only wore when out of pyjamas and a pair of her maternity sweat pants. Pulling her hair back into a loose bun she walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

The only things in it was a packet of two minute pasta and a bottle of cheap wine she hadn't bothered to take with her when moving into Tony's house.

A slow knocking at the door interrupted her thoughts and Ziva walked over to answer it.

"Shalom." It was Michael,

Ziva smiled slightly, "Michael, how long do you have before you're flight?"

"A while." He smiled,

Ziva smirked and kissed him on the cheek before leading him into the stuffy apartment.

Deciding to treat herself to the half-glass of wine her doctor had said was safe, Ziva grabbed the bottle from the fridge and poured it into two glasses.

"It is all I have, I am sorry it is not the best," Ziva said as she handed Michael a full glass.

He drank it without complaint, then gave her one of his smiles. The one she had always found adorably erotic.

* * *

"Hey, you and Ziva want to go get a dinner?" Abby asked as she stood at Tim's desk,

"She's already gone." Tony told her, "Did you do that secret thingy I asked you to do?"

"Yep. Rivkin flew out of Los Angeles today, unescorted."

Tony smiled slightly, "Destination?"

"Tel Aviv." Said Abby, before adding in a nervous voice, "With a stopover… in DC."

* * *

What had she done? Her eyes filled with tears. What was she going to do?

Michael's mouth had found hers, his arms snaking around her body.

She pushed him back, "Michael." She had snapped in shock,

He kissed her again but she turned her head, "No Michael." he nibbled her ear and trailed kisses down her jaw, he bit her pulse point and she let out a long moan.

The next thing she knew, they were kissing passionately, walking to her bedroom as they removed each other's clothing.

Then they were naked and he was touching and caressing her body so gently, it was like he thought she was made of glass, and would brake at any moment.

He was making her feel like a goddess. She was ready, God, she was so ready. He was moving closer and closer, making the bubbling in her lower abdomen turn into a fizzing firework.

He made love to her and she screamed his name, moaning so deeply she was practically purring.

But then it was over, and after every high, comes withdrawal. She felt sick to her stomach. She was married to the love of her life, to her soul mate, with whom she was having a baby. And she just slept with her best friend. Michael Rivkin, the man that had been making Tony jealous. The man that had been the cause and topic of the fighting between her and her husband.

What had she done? She tried to stop the tears. What was she going to do?

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