Looking at Ziva's and Gibbs's faces Ducky knew not to say anything about the miscarriage as no one but them 3 knew on the team. He also knew that Ziva was trying to keep herself together in front of the team. Wanting her too be as comfortable as possible he turned to the rest of the team. 'Miss David needs her rest. I suggest that we say our goodbyes and see her in the morning.'

'But Duckyyyyy, I've Only just got to see her pleaseeeeeee'

'No Abigail, our friend needs her rest' After shooing everyone out except Gibbs he looked at Ziva and smiled.

'Feel better soon child and I'm sorry no one should go through that ever. Now come on Gibbs when I said leave the poor girl I mean it' After kissing Ziva's cheek goodbye he left the room with Gibbs in tow and the door shut behind them. Ziva knew that Ducky wouldn't say anything to anyone.

Knowing that she could finally cry and not worry about anyone else she let the tears make fresh marks down her face.

The Next Day

Flashing his badge at a local LEO, DiNozzo tried to pry as much information out of the police man as he could. 'Armed female suspect, holding a hostage in room 241'

'What are the demands?'

'There aren't any yet, sir'

Wait … the special agent knew that room…241...241...241! ZIVA! Running up the stairs two at a time, knowing that the elevator would take too much time; he finally got to Ziva's floor and started to creep slowly towards the room, a hand on the gun on his hip ready.

While being as quiet as he could be but still, was worried that the suspect would hear his fastly beating heart.

Peering into the room through the window that the prep hadn't closed the blinds, he saw Ziva lying in the bed sopping, while Jeanne was pointing a gun at her.

Wait! The suspect was Jeanne! His ex!

Moving closer to the door so he could hear what was being said better.

'You know I love him, but you, you hoe still had to take him off me! Beg! Beg for me not to kill you!' A lone tear rolled down Tony's face when he heard that. But what he didn't expect to happen scared him even more.

'Please, do it. You're a doctor, make the pain go away! Make my heart stop hurting him! Just do it! Go on kill me! I should have died in that car crash not my unborn baby boy! So you should just KILL ME!' Tears carried on rolling down Ziva's face as she had her melt down. From what Tony see Jeanne had taken a step back because of the confession however, still had the gun trained on Ziva.

As Tony remembered what Ziva had just said his mouth hung open. Ziva had been pregnant. Was that why she was so upset that she crashed the car? Tony knew that she had to be at least 20 weeks pregnant to find out the sex of the baby. He quickly did he maths, that would have meant she was at least 5 months pregnant. Then it clicked! About 5 months ago he and Ziva had got drunk and had sex all over his apartment. In his kitchen, on his couch, his living room floor, his bed(twice) and shower.

Knowing that Ziva isn't one for sleeping around like he used too. That would mean that Ziva had been pregnant with His baby.

He didn't know how to feel; Angry because she never told him, or sad that the son he had never known about or seen was dead before he was even born. But knowing that if he was going to save Ziva, he had to put all his emotions in a box and lock it so too speak.

'You were pregnant?'

Not hearing a response DiNozzo guessed that his partner had nodded her head instead of specking. Maybe she didn't trust her voice after she had confessed that she was pregnant…

Easing himself closer to the door, he could see through the crack that Jeanne had the gun pointed to Ziva's heart and even now, she had tears rolling down her face on to her hospital gown and the bed sheets. Knowing that making any sudden movements could cause Jeanne to become spooked and hurt Ziva-which wasn't what he wanted too happen. No. He was going to take it nice and slowly. Slowing his breathing down he started to open the door.

'Back off or I'll shoot her!'

'No you wont Jeanne'

'Tony…why are you here?'

'Please Jeanne, put the gun down'

'No! she took you off me!'

'No, Jeanne she steal me off you, Jeanne please…just think about this'

'I'm doing this for us! Tony… so we can be together'

'You really think that after this…I would take you back? You have a gun trained on my partner!' taking a step closer, Jeanne pointed her gun at Tony.

'I said stay back!'

Ziva knew that she should have been able too do something in this situation, especially with her training for Mossod, but with her broken arm and leg she could no. Looking on at the scene in front of her she kept her gaze on the gun; scared that Jeanne would shoot Tony or at least severely hurt him.

By now Gibbs had come back off his coffee trip as the hospital coffee stank. Having seen the commotion downstairs and getting a SITREP from a local LEO, he was up the stairs as quick as a flash and the door as back up for Tony and Ziva.

Jeanne saw Gibbs and looked over to Ziva and sniggered 'You are meant to be an assassin are you not? Yet you need men to stick up for you now!'

Ziva growled at the women who had turned the gun to point towards her instead on Tony. Gibbs; with his eyes trained on Jeanne's hand that held the gun, her finger slowly starting to pull the trigger however, his moved faster putting a piece of metal at a high velocity into her forehead.

Having had Gibbs neutralise the threat, the first thing that Tony did was scoop the Israeli up into his arms and held her tight afraid she was going to fade away from his life.