Tony sat in the car feeling agitated and anxious. He had to get to the hospital and he had to get there now. From the sound of Charity's voice on the phone, it wasn't going to be much longer. The contractions sounded close together...really close.

"How are you going to get to the hospital?" Dan asked.

"I don't know." Tony replied. Then he got an idea. "We're ten minutes driving distance from there."

"Yes, where are you going with this?" Dan inquired.

"I can probably walk there in twenty. If I run I can get there in fifteen."

"You're going to run to the hispital?"

"I have to get there, Dan. From the way Charity sounded on the phone, it's not going to be much longer."

"God's speed then." Dan told Tony.

Tony unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door. He jumped out and broke out into a run, heading in the direction of the hospital. He had to get there as fast as he could. He had to be with his wife when she had their baby. I have to be with her.

Charity...

Charity gripped the bed rails ever tighter. She sucked in a breath and let out a cry of pain. The contractions were getting increasingly painful. She hoped that Tony would be able to make it to the hospital in time.

There was a knocking on the door and Charity looked up. She was surprised, yet happy to see her father standing there. "Daddy!" She exclaimed glad to have him there.

He walked over to stand by her bedside. "How are you feeling baby?" He asked.

"Daddy, they're gonna make me have a baby...and how'd you know I was here?"

Gibbs chuckled slightly at her first statement. Then he looked up at Ziva. "She called me while you were with the doctor earlier." He grabbed a paper towel and moistened it and dabbed her forehead with it.

Charity turned to Ziva. "Thank you."

"I think I'll go back to NCIS and help Stan and McGee with the case." Ziva said.

Charity reached for Ziva's hand. "Thank you, for everything." Charity said.

Ziva nodded. She gave Charity's hand a squeeze and then turned and left.

Charity turned back to her father. "I'm..." She began, but she was interrupted by another contraction. She sucked in a breath and held it.

"Don't hold your breath." Gibbs told his daughter, remembering the breathing techniques from when Shannon was having Charity and Kelly. "You have to breath through the contractions."

The contraction eased and Charity let out her breath. She looked at her dad. "How?"

"Hee hee, hoo." He told her. "You have to breath like that, whenever you feel a contraction."

Charity nodded. "I'm glad you're here."

Gibbs dabbed the towel on her forehead again. "So, where's Tony?"

"Stuck in traffic." Charity answered.

There was another knock on the door and they both turned to see Ducky standing in the doorway. "How are you feeling, Charity?" He asked.

"Not so hot." Charity answered. She felt another contraction and sucked in her breath.

"Breath, Charity." Gibbs told her. "Breath. Hee hee hoo."

Charity looked at her father as he coached her through the breathing. "Hee hee hoo." She breathed with him. He continued to coach her through the contraction and she stayed focused on him. The contraction eased and Charity panted. She looked at Ducky. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Abby wanted me to keep her updated." Ducky answered. "I'll go call her. Is there anything I can get for you, my dear?"

Charity shook her head. "No thanks, Duck."

Ducky nodded and left the room to go and call Abby.

As another contraction hit, Charity's mind wandered to Tony. She hoped that he would make it in time. She needed him there with her while she gave birth to their child.

Tony...

Tony raced up the sidewalk in the direction of the hospital. His chest and legs were burning from running so fast and so much, but he pushed himself, not stopping for anything. He just had to get there in time. He didn't stop running until he reached the hospital and stood in front of the nurse's station.

"Can I help you?" A nurse asked.

Tony was panting, completely out of breath. "My...my wife...Charity...DiNozzo...is having... a baby." Tony got out between his breaths.

The nurse typed something on the computer, then she gave him directions to Charity's room. Tony thanked her and raced down the hall and to the elevator. He pushed the button several times, but the elevator didn't move fast enough. He looked around and found the stairs. He used them instead.

After running up four flights of stairs, Tony burst through the door and onto the maternity floor. He went to his right and sprinted down the hall so that he could make it to Charity's room.

Charity...

A contraction ripped through Charity and she gripped her father's hand as tight as she could. He led her through the breathing techniques once again, but as the contractions continued, they got stronger and the breathing wasn't helping.

The contraction eased and went away. Charity's grip on her father loosened and she panted for breath. She heard the quick padding of shoes on the floor in the hall. She turned her head to the door and watched as her husband came into view.

He ran into the room and stopped beside the bed. "I didn't miss it did I?" He asked.

"Nope." Charity answered.

Gibbs released his daughter's hand. He bent down and kissed her forehead. "I'll go out in the waiting room." He then left, giving Tony and Charity their time together.

Tony took Charity's hand and looked down at her. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I have another human being trying to come out of my body. How do you think I'm doing?" She asked. Then another contraction hit and she gripped his hand with all of her strength and cried out.

"Ow." Tony said, as Charity squeezed his hand. He bent over with the pain, but Charity continued to grip his hand.

The doctor walked in right then. He looked at the couple. He watched as Charity slowly released her grip on Tony's hand and he straightened. "You must be the father." The doctor said, looking at Tony.

"The mothers always try to rip the fathers' arms off?" Tony asked.

"Pretty much." The doctor answered. "Now, let's see if you're dilated enough yet." He walked over and examined Charity. "Well, Mrs. DiNozzo I have some good news for you. It's time to get everything ready. Your little boy will be here in just a short while."