Weeks pass, and Tony manages to keep his mouth shut. He doesn't talk about it. He doesn't ask questions. He just shoots her looks sometimes. She nods that she's ok, and they continue with their work.
She looks at her watch. She sighs. She should be at work by now, but she was here, instead. There is a knock on the door, and a doctor, and nurse come into the room. She only hears about half of what they're saying.
The words, "Ok, let's take a look at your baby," catch her attention.
She looks up, and nods in agreement. She turns towards the screen to the right of her. She watches in silence. Half an hour later she arrives at the Navy Yard.
DiNozzo is the first to notice her walk into the room. He smiles.
"How was your dentist appointment?"
"Great, no cavities."
"That's great, because we've got work to do," Gibbs answers as he steps into the squad room. "McGee you're with me. DiNozzo I need you to go through the victims employment records, and his aliases too."
"Yes boss," Tony agrees.
"Ziva, go see what Abby has for us."
"Ok," she agrees.
She waits. She allows McGee, and Gibbs to get onto the elevator before she moves. The doors of the elevator close, and she turns around, to look at her partner. She finds him standing right in front of her desk. He smiles at her, like a Cheshire cat.
"So how was your appointment?"
"Fine."
"So..."
She grabs her bag, and pulls out a picture. She shows it to him. He looks at it for a moment, and furrows his brow.
"That's it?"
She looks at the picture, "You have it upside down," she tells him.
He flips it right-side up. "Oh, that makes more sense," he hands it back to her. She puts it back into her bag.
"Is there something else, or are you just standing here, because the lighting is better?"
"Are you going to tell Gibbs?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"Soon."
"Soon as in, maybe in a couple of months, when it's obvious to the whole world, or soon, as in, yeah maybe later today?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"The clock is ticking."
"Not that fast. I've got thirty weeks."
"Thirty? How many down so far?"
"Nine."
"That's it?"
"Yes."
"It's going to be a long thirty weeks."
"Probably, but it will be even longer if we don't get our work done."
"Right," he nods.
She begins to walk away. "Where are you going?" he questions.
"To see Abby."
"Right," he nods.
Moments later she finds herself stepping into Abby's lab. Abby spins around, and looks at her.
"I don't have anything for you, yet."
"Ok. I can go help Tony, then."
"Wait, a second."
"What?"
"We need to talk."
"About what?"
Abby grabs a remote, and the door in, and out of the lab closes, and locks.
"When did you install that?"
"Not the point, Ziva."
"Why did you lock the door?"
"So you can't get away."
"Why would I want to get away?"
"Because I am going to make you talk."
"About what, exactly?"
"Why you've been acting so strange lately."
"I haven't been acting strange lately."
"Yes you have."
"Strange how?"
"Just different."
"Why does it matter?"
"I'm concerned about you."
"There is nothing to be concerned about."
"Oh, really?"
"Abby do you have a question to ask, or an accusation to make?"
"When are you planning on telling me?"
"Telling you what?"
"That you're pregnant."
Ziva sputters, "Excuse me?"
"I thought that I was pretty clear. When are you planning on telling me? I want to pretend to be surprised."
"I..."
"You are pregnant, aren't you?"
"I..."
"I suppose you want me to tell you how I knew."
"I..."
"Don't worry Tony didn't tell me, even though it's obvious that he knows. You gave yourself away, really."
"I gave myself away?"
"You keep crossing your arms."
"So?"
"Not over your chest, like a normal person. You keep crossing them over your stomach, like you're hiding something. Which at first I didn't understand. I mean what would you want to hide, but then I realized there's only one thing."
"I don't know what to say."
"When we're you planning on telling me?"
"When I had to."
"Which is, when?"
"When it was obvious enough for you to ask about it."
"Well it's obvious enough for me to ask about it."
"I didn't think you would figure out so soon."
"I get the feeling that there is a reason you're hiding it, would I be right?"
"Are you ever wrong?"
"On rare occasions."
"I am just not ready to tell people, yet."
"Because it's early?"
"That is part of it."
"And the other part?"
"I cant' tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because you won't be able to keep it a secret."
"I am hurt by that."
"Abby, it's true."
"Maybe, but it still hurts."
"Abby, I can't tell you."
"Why not?'
"I don't want you to tell anyone."
"Like who?"
"I am just not ready for anyone else to know."
"Ziva what is going on? I don't understand. Are you happy about it? I mean..."
"I don't know. I am still wrapping my head around all of it. It was..."
"Unplanned."
"To say the least. I'm not really ready to talk about it, yet."
"That's why you didn't want to tell me?"
She nods.
"You were afraid I would tell someone?"
"Yes."