HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!
Best wishes and hope you guys have those creative juices flowing cause I'm excited to read all the NCIS Tiva New Year's stories. If you write one or you find a really really good one send the link to me cause I seriously want to read it.
Now the chappy you have all been waiting for...Enjoy.
Slumping in his chair, Tony waited in silence for his estranged soon to be father-in-law to make an appearance. Whatever was going on in the now heavily guarded room, DiNozzo really wanted to know. He would take quick glares down the hall, every time meeting the face of an Israeli that would angrily look at him. Always skidding out of firing range, he would pace for a minute, and then repeat. He tried to image how things would work out not just for Ziva but him. He had gotten the director of Mossad's, an organization of ninjas and assassins, daughter pregnant and he not being Jewish didn't really help. He had also forgot to tell his little piece of crazy that her father, whom were not on so great of terms right now, was here to see her. The trouble he was in, he could only imagine.
As he did his routine passes of the hallway, his eye's caught onto a petite nurse that stood in front of Ziva's room. Fear was spread across her face as stood face to chest with a very large Mossad officer. By his body position, he was not letting her pass. Tony inched closer to hear the altercation.
"I just…have to, you know… give Ms. David her…medication." She whispered, not looking up to meet the officer's face. She raised her hand to let the man over look the meds she need to administer to her patient. The man snatched them and handed them to the female that stood unmoved next to him. Glasses covered her eyes and her face was blank.
"Liat, Ma at choshevet?" he questioned. The words, unknown to Tony ears, were Hebrew. A small conversation went on between them before the woman, Liat, nodded.
"Go." She simple said stepping aside to let the horror struck nurse in. Tony sighed; happy he didn't have to invade the conversation to get his soon to be wife her needed medication.
Tony was about to sneak back to the waiting area without being seen by the officers, but he turned suddenly when the door to Ziva's room opened once more, letting a old and very sleep deprived director out. To Tony's own surprised, he raced to meet the man, hoping to get a clue on what happened in his absence. The guards didn't react to Tony's running, for they knew all he looked for was a conversation.
"Director?" he questioned as he approached.
"Call me Eli." He laughed out, patting Tony's shoulder with his hand.
"Is everything okay?" Tony pushed, wishing to get anything to help support his Ziva through whatever happened.
Director David smile, releasing his grip on DiNozzo's shoulder. "Take care of them son. I can only trust you will."
Tony nodded; knowing he could get nothing more from the forthcoming father. "Till my last breath." He whispered. Sticking his hand out, Eli gladly accepted. With the contact of skin, Tony could feel the family warmth and trust enter soak into him. Eli was passing the reins to Tony and he gladly accepted the job of keeping his crazy ninja safe.
Releasing his hand, Eli nodded slightly and turned away from the NCIS agent. "And remember, I have eyes everywhere." With that, Eli left, Mossad agents closely behind. Eli's last remark made Tony concerned.
Was he joking?
Tony shook the thought before he turned on his heels and bolted to the room that held his very own David, Ziva.
-NCIS-
"Ziva?" McGee poked his head into the Israeli's room, trying to be as nice and quiet as possibly incase his friend was sleeping.
Tim felt a hand on his back and a sudden push. "Ziver." Gibbs entered the room with nothing on his mind but that his agent, his friend, his daughter, was pregnant. This made the woman in bed roll over to face her colleagues.
"Gibbs, McGee. What are you doing here?" Ziva said with a quick yawn and stretched, yet still in much pain from her attack, the attack that haunted her.
Gibbs, being direct, went right for the heart, pushing his way into her soul and not letting her escape. "You're pregnant." This was more of a statement, not question. Ziva blinked hard, only to open them to McGee's pleading face.
They want answers.
"Yes, I am." She stated simply. McGee's face drew back and he looked a little pale.
Concern.
Gibbs didn't move and he looked around. "Where's DiNozzo?"
"Food."
"Of course." McGee sighed, only to get a stern glare from Gibbs. The room got silence. The elephant in the room was out and Ziva knew there was no way to put it back in its unlocked cage.
"How far along?" McGee sighed, leaning against the wall.
"7 weeks."
"And when were you planning on telling us?" Gibbs pushed concern in every word he said. He remembered the condition he found Ziva in. Dragged knife cuts all around where he knew the baby laid in his life giving tomb.
"Gibbs, I didn't know until a few days ago." Ziva panted. "I had no time to say anything."
"Ziva, what Carlee did-"Tim breathed out, trying to learn…anything.
"I know, she targeted my baby. She wanted me to suffer before she killed me. I realized that-"
"Babe, they didn't have any granola bars so I got you this…" Tony pushed through the door of Ziva's very welcoming room, completely unaware of the guests it contained. When he finally looked up, his eye's flicked back and forth to Gibbs, McGee, and Ziva. He let his final sight land on Gibbs.
"Hey boss."
-NCIS-
"Go home and get some sleep Tony. You practically haven't left this room in two days!"
Tony laughed at Ziva's past words as he silently entered his apartment. After a very odd and heart filled talk with the whole team, Tony knew that Ziva's words were true. Tony had to explain to Gibbs what had happened and what exactly he was planning to do.
"Sleep. Focus on sleep." Tony mumbled as he slammed the door and threw his coat on the floor, trying to get his mind out of the past.
He turned to his clock that sat on the living room's end table.
2:00 am
"Wow 0200." He sighed as he looked the clock once more to verify that he had read the clock right. His gaze set on his very inviting and very used couched. It seemed to pull him into its presence. He staggered to the movie, make out and love making friendly cushions and crashed into its warmth. His eyes fluttered closed as he sighed.
"I'm so tired."
-NCIS-
"Ugh"
The annoying ringing made Tony slowly sit up, rolling his shoulders. He blinked his eyes a few times to gain insight to his newly risen reality. The ringing hit his ears again, making him snap out of his sleep given state.
"My phone!"
Jumping up Tony pulled his phone to his ear and quickly responded with the common phrase. "Hello?"
"?" The voice was shaky and filled with what could only be called fear.
"Yes?"
"It's Dr. O'Brian. We may have a problem."
Tony's mouth dropped open, unsure of what to do. "What?" he barked.
"The baby…" Tony bolted for the door of his apartment at the sound of the word, almost forgetting his keys in the process. Still clutching the phone for dear life, Tony ran to his car, tears rolling down his face.
-NCIS-
"We couldn't do anything to save it. From the moment was stabbed, the baby had no chance. It was just a matter of time. I'm so sorry."
Tony held Ziva to him as she let tears explode from her eyes. There was no trying to hold back the feeling, she needed it.
"My baby." She sobbed out into Tony's shirt as held her close to his chest, stroking her back as he cried into her shoulder. He tried to stay strong but the sight of his bold, strong, ninja crying and the news that replayed over and over in his head broke him.
Our baby is gone.
He could hear Dr.O'Brian's footsteps exit the room to leave the two alone.
"No, no, no!" Ziva pounded her fist into Tony's chest, letting the other hand grip his shirt with muscled fingers. Tony's let her hit him, hit him hard. She bawled, engulfing all scene of happiness the two had felt before only to replace it with pain and despair.
"My baby is dead!"
Please don't hate me. Please. I only did this ^ because I came up with a bunch of idea's for future chapters based on this. For some reason I felt that if I suddenly wanted a happily ever after story I would have let them make out in the first chapter. :) The sadness will end sometime, I promise.
I know a lot of you really wanted the baby to live. You all told me multiple times. I'm sorry to do this to you... :(
Now, trying to leave on a happy note...
pLeAsE ReViEw!
IT WILL MAKE MY SMILE! (OH AND fav and story alert to make me jump up and down in pure love for the world!)