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Eli David hurried down the stairs, taking a couple at a time, trying to find his daughter.

He needed to have a talk with her.

The real reason he had been looking for her was lost; all he could think about was the pregnancy test he held in his hands as well as the Star of David necklace he gripped even tighter.

He knew that she had to be somewhere in this building, he just didn't...know...where. He had checked nearly everywhere, but he had yet to find either Ziva or Tony. He had just finished checking Abby's lab and autopsy, and he was now starting down to the basement, where the bio hazard showers were. He knew that they were probably not there either, but he had searched the rest of the building and found no trace of them.

However, as he neared the showers, he paused, hearing the sound of water running from one of the showers.

But that wasn't the sound that particularly bugged him; it was the moaning and screaming of pure ecstasy that didn't particularly amuse him.

Only because he knew it was her....his daughter.

And he knew it was him...Anthony DiNozzo.

The supposed father of her child.

That she was pregnant with.

And they were celebrating over each other?

He felt the blood boil in his veins as he took in a deep breath, stepping forwards and into the shower area.

There was one shower that was running, and it was obvious that that was where Ziva and Tony were.

He prepared himself.

Was he ready to see his daughter, naked, in the shower with Tony?

He didn't entirely think so, but as she let out a satisfied, "Tony..." and as he looked down at the pregnancy test in his hands, he realized what needed to be done.

He stepped in front of the shower and ripped the curtain off, revealing the two.

Ziva was being shoved up against the wall, Tony's hands on her hips, his lips attached to her neck, her legs wrapped around his waist as the water cascaded down the NCIS Agent's back.

She stopped and snapped her head so hard to the side that Tony's face got smacked with her wet hair, "Father..." She whispered, quickly detaching herself from Tony's waist, wrapping her arms tightly around him in an attempt to cover up her body from sight.

"Get out here." He finally said after a moment or two of silence.

Tony and Ziva looked at each other before Tony, whose eyes were murderous, spoke, "She needs some clothes." he spat.

Eli moved his eyes to the side, staring down at the pile of clothes that was sitting there. Bending down, he pulled out her cargo pants, her shirt, her underwear, and her black lacy bra. He grimaced at the object before motioning her towards him, "Now, Ziva."

She shared a look with Tony before she slowly detached herself from his body. She hurried out of the shower, however, picking up the speed as she grabbed her clothes from her father, dressing quickly.

She barely pulled her sweater over her head before she was being tugged roughly at the arm. Her eyes locked with Tony's as her father pulled her a couple of feet. She finally found her own feet, stopping abruptly and tugging back, "No." She said as she watched Tony quickly dress.

They'd have to catch up later and finish what they had started.

Definitely.

"Ziva, you are coming with me." He growled and Tony pulled the t-shirt over his head, the water dripping down his body and turning parts of the shirt darker, from where he had been in the shower.

"Why?" she demanded.

"You need to explain some things with me."

"You can explain them right here." Tony spoke up, stepping into the conversation, literally, and wrapping an arm around Ziva's waist, holding her to him, "She'll tell me anyways."

Eli narrowed his eyes at Tony, "Agent DiNozzo." he shortly said, "You have two seconds to get your hands off of my daughter."

"One...two." Tony grinned and Eli continued to stare at him, "Whatcha gonna do?"

"Tony." Ziva hissed, leaning into his embrace.

"Fine then." Eli reached into his jacket pocket, "I suppose that my daughter will tell you what I am about to tell her anyways." He presented the pregnancy test from his pocket and held it out, "I would like to know the explanation to this."

Tony and Ziva just stared at each other, "It is negative." Ziva finally said, her eyes narrowing at Tony. Tony knew that look. He was in trouble. And he knew that. Unfortunately.

"That is not what the test says."

"She isn't pregnant." Tony cut in, "We've been very safe when we've...uh..." he felt Ziva's hand on the one he had wrapped around her waist, squeezing his pressure point. She watched his face cringe up for a second or two, and she gave a small smirk in satisfaction.

"I do not believe that this is not real." Eli repeated.

"Well believe it, sir," He put an emphasis on 'sir', "Because she's not. Don't worry, your baby girl isn't gonna have a child. She isn't gonna start a family like a normal woman should, just like you wanted."

Eli narrowed his eyes at him, "I do not think that I appreciate your tone."

"Well I think that Tony is right." Ziva finally said, as Tony went to open his mouth again, "And I believe that you have no control over my life at this point. The press has more control over my life than you do. I care more about their opinion than yours, so please, would you mind leaving? I would like to get a good nights rest tonight."

It was only then that Director David realized he could not win at his own game.

That he started.

"Then I will go." He put the test back into his pocket before his fingers touched the gold chain that was there as well. He pulled out her Star of David and carefully placed it in her hand, "Take this one." He nodded, looking her in her shocked eyes before shoving his hands into his pockets and turning to walk away.

Ziva David just stood there, staring at her necklace, leaning in Tony's embrace as Tony watched him leave.

"Wow, he gave up fast." Tony whistled.

"Too fast..." Ziva mumbled, nearly to herself as she twisted the chain through her fingers.

As Eli David entered the elevator, he spotted the folded up tabloid that had been carelessly thrown into the corner, his daughter's face on the front.

It was only then that he realized.

He knew how to win.

The two set up the air mattress in the middle of the bullpen, almost as if it was a ritual now.

Tonight was Tony's turn to put the sheets on the bed, ones that McGee had finally taken to get washed.

Ziva sat cross legged on top of her desk, now changed into her pajamas, which consisted of a pair of black sweatpants and one of Tony's over-sized t-shirts.

She could smell his scent off of the shirt and she reveled in it even though her mind was elsewhere.

Tony finished and looked up at her, staring, taking in her form. Her damp hair was draped over one shoulder, her head turned towards the window as she looked out over DC, the t-shirt hanging loosely from her form.

He looked around and then walked quietly over to her, "Hey...you okay?" He put a tentative hand on her knee and shook it, causing her to look at him. He read worry, that was one that was definite in her eyes, and she almost looked...haunted.

She looked at his eyes and then looked back to whatever she was originally looking at before. His eyes traveled to her hand, which was still clutching the necklace.

"You haven't put this back on." He commented, poking it gently with one finger.

She looked down at it and then back to her position, "Yes." She nodded, "I have not."

He stared at her some more, the worry getting worse as she darted her eyes back and forth, "Why?" He tentatively questioned.

She sighed and looked down at her lap, closing her eyes slightly before opening them back up again, "I...believe...that my father..." She took in a deep breath as she looked back up at him, "Is not finished. He let go of that situation entirely too easily. Normally, my father would have at least made me take the test again I just..." She trailed off as she sighed once more, "...Tony..."

It was his turn to sigh as he took her carefully in his arms, "Come here..." She fell into his embrace faster than he expected to, and he leaned back slightly before wrapping his arms around her, "What are you worried about?" He softly asked.

"I just..." She took in a deep breath, "Have this feeling...that something terrible is going to happen."

He rubbed her back soothingly, kissing the crown her head, "Nothing's going to happen, sweetheart." He mumbled into her hair, smelling the faint shampoo. He hugged her tighter, "I promise you."

Once Director Eli David got back to his hotel, he crossed the floor and opened up the bedside table drawer, pulling out the phone book.

He flipped to the back and skimmed through a couple of names, flipping some pages before he finally made it to the number he was trying to find.

Pulling out his cell phone, he sighed and typed in the number, his finger hesitating over the 'send' button.

Was he really going to do this?

To his own daughter?

Part of him felt that he must.

To teach her never to do something like this again.

To tell him the truth.

If this was the way that she was supposed to learn, that that was the way that he was going to teach her.

He sighed and pressed the button, putting the phone up to his ear. It rang once before someone picked up, "Hi, thank you for calling the National Enquirer, my name is Jackie, how can I help you?"

"Yes..." He started, "I have a...tip that you might be interested in."

"Regarding?"

"NCIS Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo and Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David." He finally said, after waiting a couple of seconds of silence.

There was a pause on the other side of the line before the woman spoke, "Tony and Ziva?" She asked.

"Yes." He confirmed.

"Wow!" She smiled, "They're my like...favorite! Seriously! Okay, okay, what's the scoop? And do you have proof of whatever it is?"

"I do, I will send it in as soon as I can." He nodded.

"Well what is it?" She excitedly said, "Tell me!"

"Ziva David is carrying Agent DiNozzo's child. And I have a pregnancy test to prove it."

Tim McGee walked, no, ran into the squad room the next morning, a copy of National Enquirer in rolled up in his left hand. He looked down at his watch, learning that the time was 0627h.

Gibbs would be in soon.

So, he had little time.

Little time to show Tony and Ziva the "news" on the front page this morning. He all but threw is backpack at his desk and leaned down on Tony's side of the air mattress, shaking him gently. Tony groaned and pulled the woman next to him closer, ignoring Timothy's constant whisper of his name, "Tony, get up!"

Tony only nuzzled further into Ziva's neck and mumbled, "Make him go away."

Tim rolled his eyes and stood to his full form, "I can hear you, Tony." He kicked the mattress, "Get. Up."

Tony let out a deep sigh and regrettably let Ziva go as he sat up, rubbing his face with both hands, "What is so damn important, McAlarm?" McGee held the magazine in front of the Federal Agent's face.

"That." He said plainly and then squatted down to Tony's level as Tony read, "What do you think Gibbs is going to do you, DiNozzo?"

Tony shook his head in disbelief and then stared at him, "He's not gonna do anything McGee, you wanna know why? This isn't true. It's bull shit."

McGee furrowed his eyebrows together, "There's a picture of the test in there, Tony."

Ziva didn't want to sit up, she really didn't, but the conversation the boys were currently having sparked her interest. She knew it was a magazine article, and it was about them, but that was nothing unusual. When she heard the word 'test', it suddenly became unusual. She sat up and leaned over, reading what Tony was reading.

Tony let his head fall into his hand and rubbed his eyes with his finger and thumb as Ziva took the magazine from him, "McGee, where did you get this?" She demanded.

"It's on every news stand this morning, Ziva." McGee said plainly.

"I need coffee." Tony said through his teeth and quickly stood, leaving McGee and Ziva in the squad room.

Tim stood up again, looking down at the Israeli as she thumbed through the magazine, shaking her head in shock. "So you're not pregnant?"

Ziva looked up at him and narrowed her eyes, "No." She said plainly.

McGee was overly confused, "It says that your DNA was on the pregnancy test, Ziva."

"Do not believe what you read, McGee." She snapped.

"And Gibbs wanted me to get you..."

"Enough!" Ziva yelled, folding the blanket that she and Tony slept under, she then sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I am sorry, I just..."

McGee walked around the mattress and put one arm around her, "Everything will be okay, Ziva." He said, and let her go as he walked to his desk. Ziva picked up the air mattress and took it to it's 'storage spot', a broom closet near the squad room. She walked back to her desk and collected the clothes she intended on wearing that day, and into the women's restroom to change before the rest of the agency got to the office.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Her own father was the only one that knew about the 'fake pregnancy'.

And he sold it to a magazine.

She knew why he did it. To 'teach' her a lesson about following the 'rules of Mossad'.

She exited the bathroom and walked back to her desk, spotting her boyfriend as she did so. She huffed and sat down, and he didn't even look in her direction.

In fact, nobody looked in her direction.

Meanwhile, Tony's blood boiled. He wanted to get his SIG out of the drawer, go to wherever Eli David was located at the moment and shoot him. How could he do that?

That was one thing Tony couldn't understand.

He felt his fist curl up into a ball as The sat there, trying his best not to look up at Ziva. He imagined that she was feeling the same he was, if not, worse.

They couldn't leave the building before, and now, they really couldn't leave the building.

He sighed at the thought. He just wanted things back to normal. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard McGee speak, "Morning Gibbs."

"DiNozzo, David. Elevator. Now." Gibbs said, standing at the entrance of the squad room. Tony looked up at Gibbs as he stood, walking side by side with Ziva as they walked the long 15 steps to the elevator. They still avoided eye contact.

The doors opened and closed, Gibbs flipping the switch as soon as it started to descend. He pulled the magazine out of his back pocket and tapped it once for dramatic effect, aiming his stare right at Ziva, "Care to explain?"

Ziva looked at the boss, down at the floor, and then back up at him, "It is not true, Gibbs."

"Why do they claim to have a pregnancy test and DNA to prove it then, Ziva?" Gibbs asked.

"My father."

Gibbs paused for a second, needing to clarify, "Your father did this?"

"He wants to teach me a lesson." She replied.

Tony scoffed, and it cause Gibbs to turn to him, "What do you have to say about this, DiNozzo?"

Tony narrowed his eyes at him, "Eli is a bastard."

For the first time in 30 minutes or more, Ziva looked at Tony. She felt Gibbs' glare on her and she looked away from Tony, and into the blue eyes of Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Gibbs sighed, and for the first time, he really had nothing to say. He flipped the switch, and the elevator jerked into motion. The three returned to their desks, and Tony still didn't look at Ziva, and Ziva still didn't look at Tony.

The squad room was unusually quiet, the team worked on cold cases that needed to be filed. It was about 1342h when Tony spoke, or his stomach spoke. "Going to lunch, Gibbs." He said, and without looking at Ziva, promptly left the squad room.

Tony realized that he couldn't actually 'go' to lunch, for the reporters were right outside of NCIS, waiting for him to step out of that door. He knew he had only one option, the break room. Thankfully, the room only had two agents in it, and they both got up and left as soon as Tony walked in. He put a dollar into the machine, and, of course, it spit it back out.

He tried again.

And again.

And again.

"Damn it!" He yelled, and was slightly startled when he felt soft hands on his, taking the dollar from him. Ziva put the dollar in and his chips dispensed. He looked down at her and got his chips out, "You gotta show me how you do that." He said softly. Ziva followed him to one of the table and sat down beside him.

"We need to talk."

Tony sighed, "I know." He mumbled.

It was quiet for a while. Finally Ziva sighed and spoke again, "My father was wrong, Tony."

"Yep." Was Tony's reply. Ziva slowly turned her head towards him, narrowing her eyes.

"Is that all you are going to say?"

He shrugged one shoulder, "What do you want me to say, Zi?"

Ziva gaped, "That you were wrong!"

"Wrong for what?"

"Tony you were the one that took a blue pen and drew a line on that pregnancy test, making it positive! You are the reason this happened!"

He stood from the table, "How are you blaming this on me?!"

Ziva stood as well, crossing her arms as and stared at him, "If you had not done that, then my father would not have found it, found us, and he would not have called the magazine!"

Tony took a cautious step towards her and spoke through his teeth, "This is not my fault." Ziva narrowed her eyes again, looking directly into his green ones. He opened his mouth to speak but changed his mind, walking away from her quickly.

"Tony!" Ziva called, but he kept walking.

Ziva sighed, sat down in the chair and buried her head in her hands.

One thing was for sure.

She needed to go away.

Far away.

Tony and Ziva were now the only ones in the squad room, for Gibbs left at about 1630h, and McGee left soon after. They both kept their heads down, working on paperwork that never seemed to end.

Deciding that he couldn't sit there anymore, Tony stood from his chair and walked over to Ziva's desk, taking the bag of dinner that McGee got for them before he left.

Ziva looked up at him for the first time in several hours. He took the top off of the plastic container and stabbed his fork into one of the pieces of meat. She took this opportunity to look around, and noticed that not only the squad room was empty, but the whole building was empty. She turned her attention back to Tony and watched as he made a face as he swallowed. She stood from her desk and walked over to him, leaning on his desk, her arms and legs crossed. "That needs to be heated up, yes?"

Tony stabbed another piece of meat and shoved it in his mouth, "It's fine."

Ziva sighed and spoke again, but this time, she was looking at the ground, "Are we?" Tony only played in his food with his fork, and Ziva honestly didn't expect him to answer. She stood up straight and moved his chair backwards, standing in the space between him and the desk as she took the container from him, placing it on his desk behind her. She cupped his face with both hands and looked him directly in the eyes, "I am sorry, Tony. I know that it is not your fault."

Tony swallowed the food that was in his mouth and smiled as he put his hands on Ziva's hips, pulling her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he planted a kiss on her lips, and it quickly turned passionate. Once they broke for air, Tony leaned his forehead on hers, "I'm sorry too, for you know...walking away."

Ziva put one finger on his lips, silencing him, "There is no need for you to be sorry."

Tony half-smiled and leaned up, pressing another kiss on her soft lips. Ziva was the one who broke the kiss, standing from his lap. Tony pouted, "Where are you going?"

"I need to shower." She said softly.

"But I wasn't done!"

Ziva chuckled as she walked passed him, fresh clothes in her hand. Tony sighed, picked up the container of food and moved food around with his fork. Then he remembered, Ziva owed him. He stood up and practically ran to the back elevator, earning funny looks from the cleaning crew. He walked into the shower room and was greeted by hot moisture that was already in the air from the steam of Ziva's shower. He stripped his clothes quickly, ignoring his thought that he didn't have any new ones to put on. Pulling the curtain open, he stepped in with Ziva, who was, at that point, washing soap off of her body. She smiled as he stepped in the water, pulling her body close to his, "What are you doing?" She asked, her voice soft and seductive.

"You owe me, Ziva David." He said softly, and moved in to kiss her, slowly pushing her against the cold tiles.

Ziva ran her hands down his chest, and took a breath, biting her bottom lip, "I love how you do not like to leave things unfinished." Tony chuckled as he leaned down again, firmly pressing his lips to hers.

Smiling, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo realized something.

They wouldn't be interrupted.

After several "you owe me" sessions in the showers, Tony and Ziva walked back to the squad room, Tony stopping at the broom closet to retrieve their bed. Ziva watched him and smiled, speaking seductively, "Tired, Tony?"

Tony chuckled, "Ziva, I could go on all night." He replied, placing the mattress on the floor in it's usual spot. He grabbed Ziva and pulled her close, "But I don't want to wear you out to much." He bit his bottom lip, "You need your strength."

Ziva placed both hands on his chest, just as he was about to kiss her again, "Tony, we need to talk."

Tony groaned and placed his forehead on hers. She was right, they did need to talk, but he really didn't want to.

He would rather...do...other things.

That were...fun.

Fun like Disney Land.

Talking wasn't Disney Land.

At least, not the kind of talk they needed to talk.

He realized, during all this thinking that he was doing, he was staring at her, "Yeah, I know." Locking his hands behind her back, he kissed her forehead, "Let's talk."

"What are we going to do, Tony?" She had her arms around his neck, playing with the base of his hair and looking into his green eyes, "We cannot leave the building."

"I know, Zi. It's insane." Tony replied, "And your father did not help."

"He only made matters worse." Ziva agreed, but then sighed, "I am sure he is gone long."

Tony furrowed his eyebrows together, "You mean long gone?"

Ziva rolled her eyes, "He is in Israel."

"So you did mean long gone."

"What are we going to do?" She repeated. Tony sighed, let her go, and ran a hand through his hair as he leaned on his desk, crossing his legs.

"We could leave." He said softly.

Ziva looked up at him again, and felt her mouth fall open at the suggestion.

"What?" She asked, but was interrupted when a man at the entrance of the squad room cleared his throat. Tony studied him carefully. He had a NCIS visitor's badge on, which was funny, because it was currently 2048h, and nobody was at the desk that issued visitor's badges.

The building was under lock and key after 1700h.

And another thing that didn't go unnoticed was the fact that this strange man had his eyes locked on Ziva. Tony stood up and walked over to the man, stepping in front of Ziva.

"Can I help you?"

He reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, flipping his badge, "I'm Detective Sean Ellis."

"Ellis?" Tony knew he looked familiar,"Are you related to Paul Ellis?"

"That's my father."

Tony chuckled, "Played college ball with him. He's a good guy." His guard was down a little more now, for he and Paul were actually good friends in college. Tony then made a mental note to call him.

Sean now had his eyes locked on Ziva again, trying his best to look around the federal agent, "Yeah, he mentioned that he knew you, Tony DiNozzo."

Tony wasn't entirely shocked that Sean Ellis knew his name. The whole world knew his name. Tony walked closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing tightly, "Now what can I do for you?"

"I'm here to see that goddess right there." Sean replied, and stepped around Tony, so that he was within reach of Ziva. Sean had his hands in his pockets as he spoke, "You haven't replied to the many dozens of roses and letters and boxes of chocolates that I've sent, so I wanted to see you."

"How did you get in here?" Ziva asked.

"I have connections." Sean said, and took another step closer to Ziva, and now, his right hand was out of his pocket. He dragged his fingers across Ziva's bare skin, on her shoulder, for she was wearing a tank top, "I'm your number one fan."

Tony stepped up and grabbed his wrist, "That's enough. You don't touch her. Get out of here before I call security."

"And what are you gonna do if I don't?"

"I'll kill you." Tony said through his teeth.

"Tony." Ziva warned. Tony glanced at his girlfriend and she shook her head, so Tony dropped Sean's wrist that now had finger marks around it.

"Get out of here."

"I'll leave when I'm ready to leave." He put his hand on Ziva's neck under her hair, "And I'm not leaving until I feel the rest of her body."

Tony heard enough and he grabbed Sean's arm and twisted it around his back, pushing him out of the squad room and towards the window. "Ziva, call security." Tony said and Ziva obeyed, walking around her desk and to her phone.

"What in the hell?"

"You touched my girlfriend." Tony mumbled. Sean started to walk away when Tony dropped him onto the ground, "You're not going anywhere." Tony said through his teeth.

Sean laughed, "I see." He said, just as security arrived and put handcuffs on him, "So if I mess with Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David, I mess with Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo."

"Let's go." One of the security guards said, and as they walked away, Sean spoke again.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Tony didn't take his stare off of Sean Ellis until he couldn't see him anymore. He then walked over to Ziva, putting both hands on her forearms, "You're not leaving my sight." He said.

Ziva rolled her eyes, "I can take care of myself."

Tony sighed, let her go again and walked around his desk, retrieving fresh clothes, for he was wearing the ones he had before the shower. "I know Zi." As he left the squad room, he turned and looked at her, speaking softly, "But we need to get out of here."

Ziva nodded as she watched Tony step into the Men's restroom.

He was right.