"If you want to wait here I can go get what I need." Ziva words rang out as she slowly opened the door of Carlee's Volvo, and pulled herself painfully out into the CVS parking lot.

"No, no. I'll come in. I need to get a few things too." Carlee smiled, as she turned her silver car off and stepped out also. "After that doctor's appointment, we need to keep an eye on you."

Ziva laughed. "Goodness Carlee. It's not that bad. Okay yes, he said I might have damaged my leg even more, but still, I'm fine."

Carlee slammed her door and stared at her, shocked. "He put a two inch needle into your leg, and he forced you on crutches, which you are not using!"

Ziva smiled back and started walking to the door of the pharmacy, a little limp in her step. "I am most perfectly fine. See I can walk so I am okay."

"Don't come crying to me when you fall flat on your face and can't get up." Carlee walked quickly past the ex-Mossad agent and opened the door. "Just wait and see."

-NCIS-

"Can I help you with something?" a young man, about 22 asked Ziva and Carlee as they entered the store. His smile made Ziva laugh, as she slowly leaned into Carlee. "He looks like Tony."

Carlee stared in aw at the man, she felt like she was drooling.

He's like his twin!

The man repeated the question. "Can I help you with something?" Ziva looked over to her friend, and with a small push, made her come back to earth. "What did you need to get Carlee?"

"Um, I know where it is. You go ahead. I will find you in a minute." Carlee slowly backed up, not letting that her eyes leave the man, until she pulled her around the corner. Then she heard Ziva laugh.

"Ignore her. "

"So what do you need help with?" The man asked. Carlee perked her ears, still straining to hear.

Ziva's voice suddenly got quiet, and the agent could only make out a few words.

"Please…find…test…"

A test? What test?

Carlee poked her head around the corner, staring at the pair. The man had smiled, an even bigger smile then before. "Oh yes! Just follow me!" He twisted his body around, leading himself down the long aisle and turned the corner, Ziva slowly limping after.

Carlee twisted her head, looking for a way to get to where he could find the two, without being seen by either. She stalked slowly around until she arrived at the aisle where they had entered; the man's voice rang out.

"Here you go. Is this what you were looking for?" Carlee imaged his smile.

"This is what I need, yes. Thank you." Ziva's voice said happily.

"Just ask for Greg if you need anything else. " Steps followed the words and the presence of Greg was gone, and a silent humming took over the aisle. Carlee creped over and looked down to where Ziva stood, trying to hide her head.

There Ziva stood, holding a pink box with the words FISRT RESPONSE PREGNANCY TEST in her hand, reading over the words that were on the back.

Carlee crashed her way back, her head dizzy with what she had just learned.

She could pregnant, with his child. Now, he will never leave her. He will never realize he loves me.

Anger boiled in her. She stumbled back into the aisle she had been hiding in, and fell on her knees.

No, no, no. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

Finally she let herself blow. With all her power, she threw her fist into the nearest possible thing, which happened to be an Oreo Cookie display. The crash drew attention, and Greg rushed over to see a shocked Carlee looking at him.

"What happened?" He asked, not moving.

Carlee let out her breath and looked down at the mess she had made. "I'll pay for that."

-NCIS-

"What the heck happen back there?" Ziva said as she entered her apartment, Carlee following her. The car ride had been quiet, so now Ziva was looking for answer. "All I heard was a huge crash and when it got there, I saw you leaning down, over lots and lots of cookies."

Carlee slowly turned to face Ziva, a put on her best fake smile. "Oh, I wasn't looking where I was going, and crashed into it. Sorry."

Ziva laughed quietly. "Tony's never going to believe this." She turned around and started walking down the hall. "You can grab a beer out of the fridge if you want. I'm going to the bathroom."

Carlee glared back at the disappearing Ziva and her fake smile turned into a angry frown . She started walking around the home, looking it over. Everything was neat and clean, nothing looked out of place. Suddenly a buzzing noise drew her attention to the table that sat in the middle of the room.

Ziva's cell phone.

Looking down at it, the ID showed, TONY, in big letters, with a number 12 next to it. Looking towards the hall, she yelled, "Ziva, Tony's called you like 12 times!" Though she wanted to pick it up, she knew hearing his voice would make her break down once again.

Ziva's voice was distant, but able to be heard. "Oh I forgot my cell phone here! Okay can you bring it to me…" A huge crash made Carlee jump.

"What was that?" She yelled.

"I fell. Could you help me?" Ziva yelled. Almost laughing, Carlee quickly walked over to the door, but her hand must have click the talk button of Ziva's phone for as she open the door, Tony's voice reached both their ears. "Hello, hello Ziva?" he called. But his voice was drained out of Carlee's ears, for she dropped the phone at the sight she saw. The pregnancy test sat at her feet, the words PREGNANT and a plus sign screamed in her face. Her mouth dropped open, and she filled with pure unreleased rage. She reached to her side and slowly pulled out her gun, and pointed it, head on, at the almost crippled Israeli. Ziva's eyes grew wide as she saw what faced her.

"Carlee?"

-NCIS-

Tony hand sat on the wheel as he drove down the highway at lightning speed. His other hand rested on his cell phone that sat on his ear.

"Hello, hello Ziva?" he called. Suddenly a crash made him slam on his breaks.

"Ziva?" he yelled, his feelings drew out the car horns that blasted at him from behind.

A scared voice filled his ears. "Carlee?"

Oh no.

"Carlee what are you doing?"

Tony screamed into the phone. "Ziva! Ziva!"

"No, please. Carlee, stop!" Ziva screamed.

"Carlee! Stop!" Tony yelled, only imaging what was happening.

The last words screamed into his ears. "NO!" Then the line went dead.

"ZIVA!"