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A cold chill whips the curtains around as she lays curled up under her covers. Over the last couple of months, she had slowly recovered from her summer encounter, and had believed she was better.
Until this morning.
Beside her, her cell phone buzzes again. Groaning, she pulls her comforter over her head, trying to mentally block it out. She didn’t need him here, he won’t be able to do anything for her. No one can. The best she can get is they’ll have a case today and she can continue to ignore him. She winces in discomfort, pushing her face into her pillow further, willing herself to fall asleep.
She jolted awake when a hand rest itself on her shoulder. Shooting up in her bed, she knocks her head against something hard, a loud ‘oof’ and a groan from another person in her bedroom. Her hand raises to her stinging head, her blanket falling from her face, to see him through the stars. She sighs.
“Tony,” She mutters glancing away from his face, “What are you doing here?”
Rubbing his head, he sits down next to his partner, just barely sitting on her legs. “You weren’t answering your phone.” He says bluntly. She gives him a look, she isn’t quite sure it was what she meant, but it makes him smile anyways, she rolls her eyes. “I was worried about you.”
“There is nothing to worry about.” She states, pulling herself into a better sitting position and picks up the bottle of water from her bedside table, taking a small sip.
The man pulls a leg up under his knee, taking in her appearance. “Did you sleep at all last night?” He asks, reaching to brush her hair out of her face, the woman flinching. He frowns and lowers his hand. “Are you sure you’re alright, Ziva?” He whispers, taking an observation of her bedroom. There are clothing all over the floor, her drawers pulled out and nearly dumped, and her bedside table and floor littered with kleenex.
He glances back over to her in time to see a tear roll over her cheek and drip off her chin. He reaches around, placing his hand on hers, taking a moment before he wraps his fingers around it and starts rubbing it with his thumb.
She feels her lip start to quiver as the discomfort in her stomach starts to grow, she grips his fingers and pulls her knees to her chin. He stays quiet as she sits there next to him. “No.” He looks over to her, watching as the tears run free down her face. He shifts his position and pulls the younger woman into his arms, holding her tight.
They sit together for several minutes, listening to her silent sobs.
“Tony?” She asks, a small hiccough following.
“Hmm?”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do.” Her whispers break his heart. He looks down at her, resting his hand on her cheek, raising her eyes to meet his.
“Ziva?”
“I’m pregnant, Tony. I’m pregnant, and I don’t even know who the father is.” She sniffles. He stares at her, his heart dropping.