Late Again…
Wednesday morning they were running late for work, but not very late. It had been a long time since they had been late, so they were sure it wouldn't be a problem and if they hurried along, they would make it on time, barely and as long as they both drove like Ziva in a hurry.
As Ziva stood, waiting impatiently for the coffee to finish, she felt something that she didn't like. She tried hard to ignore it, a look of concern crossing her face. There was another twinge of pain that caused her to grab at her stomach.
"Tony!" she yelled, as the pain increased and she curled in a ball and tears filled her eyes.
She was sure she knew what was happening and it was the most difficult thing in the world to deal with at that moment.
Tony came rushing in, seeing Ziva curled in a ball and holding her stomach. He could also see small blood droplets on the floor and he ran to her and held her in his arms, knowing there was nothing more he could do to make it right. There were tears filling his eyes too.
"I'm calling the doctor," he said quietly, pulling out his phone.
He found the contact that he had also added to his phone. It rang for a while and the secretary picked up.
"Hello, could you please hold?" she asked.
"No, I can't hold," Tony said frantically. "I think my girlfriend is having a miscarriage."
"Let me transfer you to her doctor. I need her name and her doctor's name," she asked.
"Dr. Cara Johnson is her doctor and my girlfriend is Ziva David," Tony said into the phone.
"Okay, just a moment," the secretary said.
Ziva was crying now. Tony pulled her head tighter into his chest, trying hard to hold in his own tears as he held Ziva and tried to offer her some comfort.
"This is Dr. Johnson. I need your name, sir," she said.
"I'm Tony DiNozzo. My girlfriend, Ziva David, called you over the weekend about a pregnancy," he said into the phone, remaining calm for the moment. "I think she's having a miscarriage."
"What are the symptoms?" the doctor asked.
"She has severe abdominal pain and bleeding. Ziva is that it?" She nodded her head. "That's it."
"That would be a miscarriage. I want to see her tomorrow morning at nine. You should come with her," the doctor said quietly and sadly.
"Okay, see you tomorrow. Is there nothing she can do to stop it?" Tony asked, now sounding pained.
"No, I'm sorry," the doctor said also sounding sad.
He hung up the phone and held Ziva tightly in his arms and she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest and looking for every ounce of comfort she could get from him. He was truly incredible, going through all this for her. They sat there for a long time, completely forgetting about work for a while. Yet, neither of their phones rang. Sometime around nine, Ziva got up to go to the bathroom and Tony picked up his phone as he began cleaning the kitchen floor and pouring both of them coffees.
He sent a text message to Gibbs. There was nothing he could really give as an excuse this morning, because he didn't think lying was good today. He knew that somehow Gibbs would understand that he shouldn't ask for an excuse. He knew this because for some reason Gibbs had not been bothering them all morning.
Running late. Sorry, boss.
He grabbed Ziva's phone next and sent a nearly identical text message to him and closed her phone. Then, he leaned on the counter and allowed his head to hang. His phone buzzed and he ignored it for a moment as he knew Ziva was right there. She put her hands on his back. Her eyes were still filled with tears and she saw the kind of pain he was in.
"You don't have to go through this for me, if you don't want to," she said, trying to sound brave.
"I would go through hell and back again for you," he whispered quietly and pulled her into a hug. "You deserve so much better than this."
She nodded into him and handed him his phone, which she had heard buzzing. "You text Gibbs?"
"So did you, just I sent it," he said quietly.
"Thank you," she whispered and took his hand and led him out of the apartment, leading them both to her car.
Hope everything's alright. See you when you come in.
That was all he sent. He was satisfied that Gibbs hadn't asked more questions. He was pleased that Gibbs somehow got the message that this was some rare occurrence that wasn't going to be happening everyday. He sighed heavily and composed his face as Ziva parked the car in the parking lot of NCIS.
A/N – very sad chapter. But, as always those two have each other's back and apparently so does Gibbs, just knowing when to not ask questions.