Rifiuto: Non Miriena

The next morning when Ziva walked into the bullpen, she found McGee already there. Tony hadn't shown up yet, and after dropping her things at her desk, she wandered over to Tim's, perching on the edge of his. He looked up, sitting back as she approached, and gave her a small smile. "So, have you decided when you are going to tell the others?" She shrugged.

"Not yet. But soon, though." She reached out, taking his hand. "And... are we still... going to have dinner?" They had decided, the night before, that they would tell the rest of the team as soon as possible; explain the arrangement, and assure Tony and Gibbs that it wouldn't get in the way of work. And once the day was done, Ziva would come over and they'd have dinner, and then... try.

With any luck, they'd conceive, which was what Ziva was hoping for. But first, they had to tell the rest of the team.

The elevator opened, and they heard Tony's feet shuffling towards the bullpen. Obviously, he was still half asleep, and quickly, Ziva dashed back to her desk. Tony plopped into his desk chair minutes later, looking half sick and the worse end of the wear. He didn't notice either Ziva or Tim, and instead, leaned back in his chair, putting his jacket over his face. The other two agents shared glances. Apparently, another late night DiNozzo conquest.

Gibbs showed up not five minutes later. "Sleep on your own time, DiNozzo!" He sprang up so fast he fell out of his chair.

"Sorry, Boss. Late night. One of my old frat brothers is getting married and the... bachelor party was last night..."

"Don't care, DiNozzo." Tony nodded, slowly climbing to his feet. Ziva glanced at Tim, who nodded. The two got up, going to Gibbs, who looked up in surprise. "Somethin' you two wanta say?" Tim bit his lip, taking a deep breath.

"Um... Gibbs... Ziva and I... we've decided to..." She rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, squeezing to tell him to relax.

"What McGee is trying to say, Gibbs, is, that we are going to have a baby." The silver-haired team leader raised his eyebrows. "Well, I am going to have a baby, and McGee is going to help me so..." She stopped, feeling Tim squeeze he hand this time. She gave him a grateful smile and turned back to Gibbs. "Yes. We are having a baby. McGee and I are having a baby."

"What?" Both turned back to look at Tony, who's mouth had fallen open in shock. Gibbs had remained silent. A moment passed, before Gibbs stood.

"You two, with me." They quickly followed him to the elevator, hands still clasped. As the doors slid shut behind them and the elevator started to move down, Gibbs threw the switch, turning to his two youngest agents. Tim and Ziva stood close together, waiting for the ass-kicking that was about to begin. "Now, do you two want to tell me that again?" Tim started to speak, and then realized that he was still holding Ziva's hand, and quickly pulled away.

"I am going to have a baby, Gibbs." Ziva said, beating Tim to the punch. "And Tim has agreed to help me." Gibbs glanced from one to the other.

"So you two are-"

"We're not dating!" Tim replied. "We're just... having a baby together."

"Like that... that thing that rich people do, where they have babies in tubes... what do you call those..." Ziva said, struggling to think of the term.

"Test tube babies." Gibbs supplied.

"Yes! Like those! Only, there will be no... tube." She finished, thinking it over.

"It's more like... when Tony donated his sperm to the sperm bank. But there's no bank involved." Tim added.

"And I asked Tim personally, because I trust him, and he agreed." Gibbs crossed his arms over his chest, listening as his two youngest stammered nervously about their late night agreement. "I want to have children, Gibbs, and now that I am in America, I can. And... we have already discussed the arrangement. McGee does not even need to be around; he does not need to be there when it is born or even in its life if he does not want to be. I will raise the baby alone. McGee does not need to help if he chooses."

"And you agreed to this?" Gibbs asked, eyes shifting to Tim, who nodded.

"Yes, Boss. We both want kids, and this way-" But Gibbs had flicked on the switch again, and stepped out of the elevator.

"This way you both screw yourselves out of parenthood." He said, heading back into the bullpen.


Neither Tony nor Abby had taken it well, both had ignored the two younger agents all day. By the time they'd left, Tony had been cracking jokes with them; despite their obvious betrayal, he'd understood why Ziva had asked Tim. Unlike Tony though, it would take Abby a little longer to forgive. But neither were thinking of their coworkers as they sat together on the sofa, sharing a glass of wine, Jazz playing on the stereo.

Ziva had arrived at his place around seven, in a nice pair of jeans and a dark blue cowl neck, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Tim had changed into a nice pair of jeans and a button down, and had kissed her when he opened the door. They'd chatted over linguini and salad, sharing stories of their childhoods, keeping the real reason as to this dinner out of the conversation. When Tim opened a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses, Ziva had wandered into the living room, skimming through the cds and changing to a new one.

Now, they sat on the sofa, sharing soft kisses while Ella sang on the stereo. Tim wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, one hand skimming over her thigh to pull her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Eventually, they broke apart, and Tim glanced into her dark eyes. Giving her a soft smile, he whispered, "Bedroom, now." She nodded, climbing to her feet and wrapping her arms around his waist as he stood to lead her through the apartment. Their lips met, and she found herself walking him back towards the bedroom. His hands slipped beneath her shirt, reaching up to cup her breasts and trace the curve of her spine. As they crashed into the bedroom door, he flipped their positions; pressing her against the wall as his lips worked on her neck, hands moving down to get her out of her jeans.

Jethro raised his head, and then, as if realizing what they was about to do, skulked out of the room, as if to give them privacy.