Moving On and Letting Go

CHAPTER 7 - Not just an undercover operation

Ziva's POV

Elaina makes a fair point, she has always been good at persuading people, but I was already half thinking of letting her in before, she just moved that thought along. We decide to talk or visit at least 4 days a week. Some days are just chatting about old times, sometimes we cook together, I share my recipes, she shows me how to draw nature around us, she is an amazing artist. Other times we go through my father's files together, some I still read alone, those are too personal and everyone needs to have something to themselves. Sometimes we just talk, cry, embrace, laugh, workout, and slowly we're learning more about our past, our present so we can move on to our futures.

I learned that while I moved to the United States to pursue my investigative career with NCIS, Elaina had stayed with Mossad amassing more kills, earning more praise, and leaving my shadow. But along with that so called success she had developed a drinking problem, something her conscious made when it caught up to her. Her mind found that the only way to avoid the depression, the guilt and the gore of the job was drinking, it numbed the pain. It flushed out the bad, or so she thought. In reality it just hid it deeper below.

We worked through it, she's drinking way less, only on really hard days and on those days I've learned to keep her around so she won't start drinking excess or doing anything that her sober mind wouldn't want. After all, the farmhouse has gotten a bit too empty, since she comes back often enough,  I offered her a key, as we had become close and I trusted her.

Itrusted her. I let her in. I talked. I shared. I let my walls down. And I havefelt better than I have in a while. I still do have some panic attacks, sheknows how to help my through them and I know how to tell her I need help. Wehave learned to rely on eachother, does that scare me, yes, but is it for thebest? Hopefully.

Narrator's POV:

A couple of weeks later, Elaina lets herself into the farmhouse, she looks for Ziva in her usual spots; the kitchen, the couch, the study, the balcony, but she's nowhere to be found. Elaina calls her, maybe she in out of the house. Elaina hears a distant ring coming from the bedroom, she goes inside, not knowing what to expect. But Ziva's not there either. Elaina's senses sharpen as she looks around for any signs of a struggle and that's when she hears it. The sound of vomiting coming from behind the closed door of the bathroom. Elaina knocks on the door, "Ziva, it's me, can I come in?"

In a strained voice Ziva says, "Yeah..."

Elaina opens the door to see Ziva in her pajamas bent over the toilet, completely wrecked, nauseous, tired and sick. Elaina goes and holds her hair back while she vomits one more time.

"Geez, you eat a bad batch of shellfish?"

"No... I don't know what that was, that's like the fourth time this week. Every morning, blah!"

"Are you feeling better now though?"

"Yeah, it just had to pass, now I want food though."

"Here I'll go make breakfast, you get dressed, we're going shopping."

"For what?"

"Get dressed."

Elaina goes into the kitchen and makes some eggs and toast for breakfast, and knowing Ziva will need to eat, she makes a double portion for her. Elaina doesn't bother to make any herself, she's not really hungry, she never is. Ziva comes out from the bedroom, in her normal cargo pants and green shirt and devours her eggs.

"This is great, thank you! Where's yours though?"

Elaina, knowing she will prod too much if she says she's not hungry answers with, "I already had a smoothie at my place."

"Oh what kind?"

Without skipping a beat, "Homemade strawberry banana."

"Sounds delicious! What are we going shopping for anyways?"

"You've been throwing up every morning recently right?"

"Yes...."

"And you've been hungrier and more tired recently right?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you think it would be possible that you're pregnant?"

"My vomiting and fatigue could just be food poisoning."

"Or you could be pregnant, have you been with anyone recently?"

"Not since........" Ziva takes a second, "Tony" she breaths.

"Your partner at NCIS?"

"Yes."

"Let's get a test before you tell him."

"Un uh." Ziva mutters, clearly lost in thought.

They arrive at the convenience store, Ziva refused to go to the one closest to her house, even though Elaina said it was something to be proud of. So they ended up driving 30 minutes to one far enough away for Ziva. They buy 3 different brands, just to be sure, Rule #3- Don't believe what you're told, double check. Then they drive back home, the thought of what they just bought running through their minds, but especially Ziva's. Elaina was just so happy for her friend, she had always had a hidden maternal side, and from what she's heard about DiNozzo, he would support her and her baby. All Ziva could think was how she was going to tell Tony, he hates kids, or so he said, he would be so mad that she didn't tell him earlier, I mean she doesn't even know yet, but still, inside she knows.

At the farmhouse they read the instructions for the tests, Ziva goes to the washroom, and then they wait. They just sit on the couch in silence until Elaina asks: have you ever gone undercover as a mother?

Ziva smiles, "Yes, let me find the picture." She goes into her bedroom, opens the top drawer of her dresser and pulls out the picture from when she was undercover.

"Bun in the oven, nice." Elaina says looking at the photo.

"It was all for show."

"Boy or girl? What did you say?"

"Girl."

"What do you say now?"

"We don't even know for sure I am even pregnant."

"Still."

"Girl."

The timer rings, the results are in. They walk into the bathroom and flip over the tests one by one. Test number 1 – positive, test number 2 – positive, test number 3 – positive.

Elaina with a huge smile on her face, hugs Ziva and says (in Hebrew)

"You're going to be a mother!"

A/N – Yay!!! We all know what's (or who's) coming now!!! Warning in advance though, this is all a fanfic, so I'll just be using things I've read in others to figure out how to write pregnant Ziva, so sorry if it's not fully accurate, and feel free to correct me. Thanks.