Mishpahhah

Chapter Two

Tony and Ziva made their way into the bullpen. They were running late as Ziva had another puking fiasco. Tony insisted that she stay home, but she refused. She didn't want to be hindered by this. Besides, it only happened in the morning.

That was the first thing that made her suspicious of what was really going on. She didn't think too much of it as she didn't know if she was ready to breach that topic.

They walked into the bullpen to see McGee typing away at his desk.

"Morning Tim." McGee looked up and smiled their way. Noting the annoyed expression on Tony's face.

"Morning. What's up with you?" Tony threw his bag beside his desk and sat in his chair.

"Nothing." He grumbled. Tim looked over to Ziva who just shrugged her shoulders.

Gibbs rolled in with a fresh cup of coffee in his hand, making his way to his desk. The three agents were ready before he gave them the "bat signal".

"Grab your gear." They all made their way to the elevator quickly.

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They arrived at the crime scene in record time. Ducky and Palmer were already beside the body, examining it. They made their way over to them.

"DiNozzo, witness statements. McGee, pictures. Ziver, sketches." They all nodded and made their way to do their tasks. Ziva got up to the body, casting a greeting to Ducky and Jimmy, and pulled out her sketchbook. It took a total of five seconds before she couldn't handle it anymore. She ran to the bushes, pushing past agents and officers, and began to throw up in the bush. Tony was beside her in an instant.

"Okay, something's really going on. You've never gotten sick at a crime scene." Ziva could only shrug her shoulders.

"I do not think it is food poisoning anymore." Tony couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Gibbs walked over to them. He looked Ziva's way.

"You alright?" She nodded slowly. Gibbs looked over and Tony and saw the worried look on the younger man's face.

"Go. We can handle it here. Take her back to the Navy yard." Ziva opened her mouth to protest, he put his hand up, signaling this wasn't for discussion.

Ziva reluctantly nodded and made her way to the charger, Tony hot on her heels. He hopped into the driver's side before she could, leaving a glare upon her face. They drove in silence back to the navy yard and Tony longed to reach out to her. Tell her it was okay, everybody gets sick.

Now that he can really think, he hasn't seen her sick like this before. Maybe something serious was going on with her. What if it was something bad? Something that could be deadly? The thought frightened him. He said it once and he would say it again, he couldn't live without her. Wouldn't be able to handle it. He just couldn't.

They pulled into the lot and parked the car. Ziva got out of the car quickly, wanting to help with the case in any way that she could, seeing as she was kicked off the crime scene. Tony caught up with her in the elevator and before he could hit the button for their floor, he quickly pressed Abby's.

"What are you doing? We need to run background checks and bank statements." She moved to press their floor when Tony stepped in front of her, effectively stopping her for the time being.

"Tony. I am fine." Tony shook his head.

"Somethings have been off for more than a week now. Just let Abby take some blood, results should come back soon. Please." She crossed her arms. She couldn't help but feel curious as well as to what was going on with her. She hated to see all the concern on Tony's face.

"Fine. But then I am going upstairs to do work." Tony smiled at her.

"That's all I ask."

The elevator opened and they walked right into blasting music coming from Abby's lab. They walked in to see Abby staring intently at her computer screen. Probably not even aware that they were behind her.

"Abby! Abby!" She turned around with her fist in the air. When she saw that it was Tony and Ziva, she put them down and ran over to hug them.

"I thought you guys had a case?"

"Abby. Can't breath." She let go of them with an apologetic look on her face.

"Sorry." Ziva, who was playing nervously with her hands, stepped towards her.

"We do have a case. But, we need you to run a blood sample."

"Oh yeah! Where's the sample?" Ziva showed her her own arm. Abby looked up at her confused.

"Okay? What's going on?" They both shrugged their shoulders.

"I do not know, Abby. I have been sick for over a week now. I threw up at the crime scene, something that has never happened before, and we want to find out what's going on." Abby nodded and went into the back room to get her supplies.

Abby quickly took Ziva's blood and put it in Major Mass Spec.

"I should get the results back soon. I have Major Mass Spec working double for this. We'll find out soon." They nodded. The hardest part was waiting. Tony's phone went off, signaling that he had an incoming text. He pulled it out of his pocket and sighed as he read the message. Ziva noticed this and gave him a questioning look.

"Gibbs and McGee are back. They want me back upstairs."

"Then go. We are just waiting, there is nothing to do down here. Go. I will be fine." He placed a quick kiss upon her lips and walked out of the lab. Ziva pulled up a spare chair and sat down. Her head made its way to her hands. She heard Abby pull up a chair beside her, placing her hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sure it's nothing. You might just have the flu or something." Ziva shook her head.

"It is not the flu. It is something different, I can feel it."

"Good or bad?"

"I do not know."

They waited about 15 more minutes for the results to come back and when they did, both Ziva and Abby were terrified to look at the results. Reluctantly, Abby got out of her seat and made her way over to the machine to retrieve the paper that was distributed. She looked down at the paper and gasped. She brought her hand to her mouth and looked at Ziva with wide eyes. Ziva sensed that it was something bad, immediately stood up and breathed heavily.

"Abby. What does it say?" Abby moved the hand from her mouth and Ziva saw the giant smile on her face. Why was she smiling if it was bad? What was going on?

"Ziva." She stopped talking, not able to. This was huge! Ziva was starting to get nervous and anxious, she was also very curious.

"Abby. What does it say?" She repeated.

"You're pregnant."