Three weeks passed uneventfully for Tony and Charity. Charity's doctor's appointments went fine. It was a Saturday and Tony got called in on a case, rather early in the morning. A couple of hours later, Charity was still lying in bed when her cell phone rang.

She didn't even look at the id screen. "Hello?" She greeted.

"Charity, baby. How are you doing this morning?" came her grandmother's voice.

"Fine." Charity answered.

"I was thinking that maybe we could do lunch and maybe some shopping for the baby, today. We'll go anywhere you want." Joanne said.

Charity was about to turn her grandmother down, but she sounded different than usual. She sounded like she was honestly trying to make an effort. "Anywhere I want?" Charity asked.

"Yes." Joanne answered. "My treat."

"Alright. Give me about an hour to get showered and changed." Charity replied.

"Alright. I'll be there to pick you up in an hour." Joanne said, her voice sounding excited.

Charity then hung up and dragged herself out of bed. She grabbed a fresh clean towel and hopped in the shower. After she finished, she dried herself off and then wrapped the towel around her body. Once she used the hair drier on her hair, she brushed it out. She decided to leave it down for the day.

She headed into the bedroom and grabbed some clean clothes from the dresser. She then tossed the clothes on the bed and removed her towel. She glanced at herself in the mirror and noticed that her stomach was slightly rounded. She placed a hand over the baby bump and looked down. A small smile came to her face as she looked down and thought about the life groing inside her.

"A life Tony and I created together." She spoke aloud. After a few more moments, she looked at the time and really needed to be getting dressed. She pulled on her bra and barely got her panties on.

She pulled on her tshirt, which barely covered her swollen belly. "I'm sensing a trend." Charity mumbled, as she picked up her jeans. She pulled them on, but couldn't get them to zip or button. That was when she heard the knock on the door. "Just a minute!" Charity called as she fumbled trying to remove the jeans. Then she reached in her dresser and pulled out a pair of sweat pants. The stretchy waist band helped her. She then walked to the front door and opened it up.

Joanne instantly pulled her granddaughter into a hug. "It's good to see you." She gushed. "I'm so glad that you agreed to let me take you to lunch and shopping."

"Yeah." Charity replied simply. She groaned internally at what she was about to ask her grandmother. "Before we go and grab lunch, can we go maternity clothes shopping? My sweat pants are the only thing that fit me and everything else barely does."

Joanne pulled back and looked at Charity. She noticed the distinct baby bump. "Oh my goodness. Of course we can!" Joanne replied excitedly, as she reached a hand out to rub Charity's belly.

After a few moments, they left and headed to the nearest maternity store. The store was called The Beautiful Baby Bump. They walked inside and Charity's eyes were instantly assaulted by pink and ruffles. Her grandmother instantly went to the rufflly and lacey items.

"This would look beautiful on you, baby." Joanne told Charity.

"I...I don't really...I'm not really sure about that Grandma." Charity replied.

"Would you please at least try it on?" Joanne asked.

"Okay." Charity reluctantly agreed. She then picked out a few tshirts and jeans. She was even able to find some button-up shirts that she could wear to work. Her grandmother of course, found a bunch of frilly things and shirts with sayings like Bun in the oven with an arrow pointing down to the stomach.

Charity tried on the clothes, loving her own choices, but haiting her grandmother's. However she did agree to let her grandmother buy her a couple of frilly shirts. She also made the mistake of agreeing to wear one of her grandmother's choices.

After they finished shopping, Joanne, turned to Charity. "Where would you like to go for lunch?"

Charity thought for a moment. "Some place I can get oranges dipped in peanut butter." Charity answered.

"Already with the cravings." Joanne replied. "Anything else?"

"Wait, I want pizza with peanut butter instead of sauce, oranges, pineapple chunks, and ranch dressing."

"Your mother ate the same thing when she was pregnant with you." Joanne said. "Come on, I think I know a place we can get it."

They soon arrived at a place called Wacko's Wacky Pizzas. "They put anything you want on a pizza in any combination." Charity read their sign out front. "This must be where every pregnant woman in DC comes."

They sat down and ordered the pizzas they wanted. They were soon served the food and dug in. They talked and Charity found herself actually having a good time. That was when Charity's cell phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw that it was Burley.

"What is it Burley?" She answered her phone.

"We got a dead Navy Lieutenant at the pier." Burley answered.

"I'll be right there." Charity replied and then hung up her phone. "Duty calls." She told her grandmother.

Joanne took Charity home so that she could change and grab her car. Charity quickly changed into one of her maternity tshirts and a pair of jeans. Then she headed for the crime scene. Charity arrived, to find her team already doing their job. She walked over to Ducky, who was already kneeling by the body.

"What does it look like Duck?" she asked.

"Hello Charity." Ducky greeted her, turning to look at her from the body. "Awe, I see you are showing. You look radiant my dear."

Charity gave him a warm smile. "Thanks, Ducky. Now what about the body?"

"Lt. Aiden Watson." Ducky replied. "There's some bruising on the neck. It looks like he was possibly strangled. I'll know more when I get him on the table."

"Alright, Duck." She replied. Then she walked over to the rest of her team to find out what they had. "How's it going Burley?" She asked.

"Some broken glass, a few shoe prints, a couple of hairs, and a ciggarrett butt, so far." He replied. He then looked over at Charity. "Motherhood looks good on you boss."

Charity just looked at him. After a while, they finished collecting evidence and headed back to NCIS. "So, what do we have?" Charity asked.

"Lt. Watson had an outstanding service record. He was as straight an arrow as they come." Burley answered, having dug through his past. "He has a wife, who is apparently expecting their first child in a couple more months."

Just then Abby came running off the elevator. "Charity! Charity! Charity!" She said, in her usual hyperactive way.

"What is it, Abs?" Charity asked, not getting up from her desk.

"I ran the DNA that we found on the cigarrett butts, Burley found." Abby answered.

"And?" Charity prompted.

"We're being blocked from finding out who it is." Abby answered.

"By who?" Charity asked.

"By us." came a familiar voice.

Charity looked up. "Fornell, you can't just stay away from us can you?"