This was actually not my original idea. But I told this to myself last night and liked the way it sounded. Enjoy :)
I never thought much about fingers. bạn don't have much time to, working at NCIS. Most girls are always painting their nails hoặc getting temporary tattoos, while I, I shoot a gun with my fingers.
Sure, I've named all my fingers. The gun finger, the bird, the ring finger, the tách trà, teacup finger- I know my etiquette- and the all important button finger.
I check my fingers. Still wobbling all over the place. I shouldn't have had all that soda.
I am sitting outside Ziva's hospital room, twiddling my button fingers anxiously. Abby, lo and behold, is painting her nails right in front of me. I check my watch. It has been 18 hours, and I know for a fact that Ziva's okay. What I want to know is, is my baby okay?
Ziva's POV
“I am pregnant.”
The men she has fooled with those words! Being a girl at Mossad meant bạn sometimes had to lie to prevent yourself from getting killed. In all, over the past years for Mossad, she has fooled 35 men with those words. She has even fooled Tony, McGee, two agents from NCIS LA, and Saleem with those words.
Now she doubts that anyone will believe her.
Legs all folded up underneath her, Ziva stares at the small white stick, which proclaims, clearly in blue letters, that she is, really and truly, pregnant. It is the third test today and the seventh test tổng thể say so. It is a fact. She will have a child. Tony's child.
She breaks the stick in half and wraps her arms around her legs. Her apartment, destroyed in a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy the week before, is being renovated, so she is staying at Tony's One night of drinking. One night of passion. That's all it will ever be. They would have had nothing else.
But this child, he hoặc she will tie the two partners together forever. They will never rid each other of the other's presence. They will be forced to see each other, over and over again, in order to make sure the child grew up with both of it's parents.
There is a knock on the door that sends uncomfortable vibrations all up and down Ziva's spine. “Zi? bạn in there? We'll be late for work.”
She throws the broken test back on the pile. “I do not feel well enough to go to work today.” she says softly.
“Oh. All right. I'll tell Gibbs.”
“You do not have to. I will call him myself.”
The moment Tony leaves she dials Gibbs number. “Ziver? What's wrong?” he asks her.
“I think... I am pregnant.” she says softly.
“Tony's?”
“It was an accident!”
“I understand, Ziva. Don't worry about it. Vance and I will work it out.”
BACK TO TONY'S POV
God, she'd been so beautiful that day. I'd returned trang chủ from work and she was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV with blank eyes. The moment she realised I was there she told me she had to tell me something important.
She gripped my arms with those long beautiful fingers- see, I'm thinking about fingers thêm now- and then she đã đưa ý kiến what I'll never forget.
“Tony, I am pregnant.”
I knew immediately the baby would be mine.
Three months later, we had a test. A baby girl. Ziva was so pleased.
Now we were here, nearly five months later, and the fear is beginning to build inside of me. What if I couldn't tình yêu my daughter? What if I decided the best thing for her would be to leave her and Ziva behind and di chuyển somewhere else? What if... What if I fell in tình yêu with another woman who wasn't the mother of my child? What if I ran off with that woman and my daughter never saw me, never heard from me ever again. Panic begins to build. I can't do this. I'm not ready to be a father. I can't promise commitment to Ziva hoặc to the baby. I can't. I can't. I can't.
Then the doctor is calling me into the room. They must've gotten the baby out okay, because there's a newly stitched up scar on Ziva's stomach and she's still out cold. The doctor turns to me and is holding out the baby and I think, This is it. This is the moment when I decide to stay hoặc to go.
And I'm looking at the baby and every single muscle stops working. I have the brain power to sit in a chair tiếp theo to Ziva, because the baby is so... I can't even begin where to describe her. She has Ziva's mouth, that slight curve that hints at a smile even when she's boiling mad. She has those Israelite features I fell in tình yêu with the first ngày we met. The only thing of mine she has are my enticing- did I just say that?- blue eyes. A vivid sky blue, exactly the shade of my eyes. She is staring at me with those blue eyes as if to say, Well, here I am! Ta-da! What do bạn think?
I lift my gun finger and di chuyển it to stroke her cheek, and all of a sudden the baby's hand shoots from under the blanket and grabs my finger. I stare at those small fingers and, for the first time, I truly think about fingers. Really and truly. In that one move, just grabbing my finger, she has captured my heart. At that moment, all the panic, fear, and whatifs melt away. How could I leave this girl, my daughter, behind for anyone else?
The rest of the ngày goes bởi in a blur. Ziva asks me to choose the name, and I do. Talia. She is the perfect combination of ninja and charm, and she looks exactly like a Talia would. I know Ziva is pleased that I chose to honour her sister.
Ziva chooses her middle name, Kelly. I think she chose it for Gibbs. This will be, after all, his granddaughter, seeing as neither of our parents will fill the position.
Ziva signs all the papers while I hold Talia again. I reach my gun finger down again and she grabs it, but this time, she puts it in her mouth. The delicate sensation of her gums against my finger tickles.
I never thought much about fingers before that day. March 17th. The ngày that one hand captured my tim, trái tim and became my whole world.
I never knew that her small fingers could have so much power. I do now, and will remember it forever.
My name is Tony DiNozzo. I am an agent of NCIS. I am witty, charming, smart- okay, not so much- and has a movie quote for every occasion. I grew up in Long Island but currently live in Washington DC. But there is one other thing I can add to the danh sách of the things I am.
Father.
I never thought much about fingers. bạn don't have much time to, working at NCIS. Most girls are always painting their nails hoặc getting temporary tattoos, while I, I shoot a gun with my fingers.
Sure, I've named all my fingers. The gun finger, the bird, the ring finger, the tách trà, teacup finger- I know my etiquette- and the all important button finger.
I check my fingers. Still wobbling all over the place. I shouldn't have had all that soda.
I am sitting outside Ziva's hospital room, twiddling my button fingers anxiously. Abby, lo and behold, is painting her nails right in front of me. I check my watch. It has been 18 hours, and I know for a fact that Ziva's okay. What I want to know is, is my baby okay?
Ziva's POV
“I am pregnant.”
The men she has fooled with those words! Being a girl at Mossad meant bạn sometimes had to lie to prevent yourself from getting killed. In all, over the past years for Mossad, she has fooled 35 men with those words. She has even fooled Tony, McGee, two agents from NCIS LA, and Saleem with those words.
Now she doubts that anyone will believe her.
Legs all folded up underneath her, Ziva stares at the small white stick, which proclaims, clearly in blue letters, that she is, really and truly, pregnant. It is the third test today and the seventh test tổng thể say so. It is a fact. She will have a child. Tony's child.
She breaks the stick in half and wraps her arms around her legs. Her apartment, destroyed in a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy the week before, is being renovated, so she is staying at Tony's One night of drinking. One night of passion. That's all it will ever be. They would have had nothing else.
But this child, he hoặc she will tie the two partners together forever. They will never rid each other of the other's presence. They will be forced to see each other, over and over again, in order to make sure the child grew up with both of it's parents.
There is a knock on the door that sends uncomfortable vibrations all up and down Ziva's spine. “Zi? bạn in there? We'll be late for work.”
She throws the broken test back on the pile. “I do not feel well enough to go to work today.” she says softly.
“Oh. All right. I'll tell Gibbs.”
“You do not have to. I will call him myself.”
The moment Tony leaves she dials Gibbs number. “Ziver? What's wrong?” he asks her.
“I think... I am pregnant.” she says softly.
“Tony's?”
“It was an accident!”
“I understand, Ziva. Don't worry about it. Vance and I will work it out.”
BACK TO TONY'S POV
God, she'd been so beautiful that day. I'd returned trang chủ from work and she was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV with blank eyes. The moment she realised I was there she told me she had to tell me something important.
She gripped my arms with those long beautiful fingers- see, I'm thinking about fingers thêm now- and then she đã đưa ý kiến what I'll never forget.
“Tony, I am pregnant.”
I knew immediately the baby would be mine.
Three months later, we had a test. A baby girl. Ziva was so pleased.
Now we were here, nearly five months later, and the fear is beginning to build inside of me. What if I couldn't tình yêu my daughter? What if I decided the best thing for her would be to leave her and Ziva behind and di chuyển somewhere else? What if... What if I fell in tình yêu with another woman who wasn't the mother of my child? What if I ran off with that woman and my daughter never saw me, never heard from me ever again. Panic begins to build. I can't do this. I'm not ready to be a father. I can't promise commitment to Ziva hoặc to the baby. I can't. I can't. I can't.
Then the doctor is calling me into the room. They must've gotten the baby out okay, because there's a newly stitched up scar on Ziva's stomach and she's still out cold. The doctor turns to me and is holding out the baby and I think, This is it. This is the moment when I decide to stay hoặc to go.
And I'm looking at the baby and every single muscle stops working. I have the brain power to sit in a chair tiếp theo to Ziva, because the baby is so... I can't even begin where to describe her. She has Ziva's mouth, that slight curve that hints at a smile even when she's boiling mad. She has those Israelite features I fell in tình yêu with the first ngày we met. The only thing of mine she has are my enticing- did I just say that?- blue eyes. A vivid sky blue, exactly the shade of my eyes. She is staring at me with those blue eyes as if to say, Well, here I am! Ta-da! What do bạn think?
I lift my gun finger and di chuyển it to stroke her cheek, and all of a sudden the baby's hand shoots from under the blanket and grabs my finger. I stare at those small fingers and, for the first time, I truly think about fingers. Really and truly. In that one move, just grabbing my finger, she has captured my heart. At that moment, all the panic, fear, and whatifs melt away. How could I leave this girl, my daughter, behind for anyone else?
The rest of the ngày goes bởi in a blur. Ziva asks me to choose the name, and I do. Talia. She is the perfect combination of ninja and charm, and she looks exactly like a Talia would. I know Ziva is pleased that I chose to honour her sister.
Ziva chooses her middle name, Kelly. I think she chose it for Gibbs. This will be, after all, his granddaughter, seeing as neither of our parents will fill the position.
Ziva signs all the papers while I hold Talia again. I reach my gun finger down again and she grabs it, but this time, she puts it in her mouth. The delicate sensation of her gums against my finger tickles.
I never thought much about fingers before that day. March 17th. The ngày that one hand captured my tim, trái tim and became my whole world.
I never knew that her small fingers could have so much power. I do now, and will remember it forever.
My name is Tony DiNozzo. I am an agent of NCIS. I am witty, charming, smart- okay, not so much- and has a movie quote for every occasion. I grew up in Long Island but currently live in Washington DC. But there is one other thing I can add to the danh sách of the things I am.
Father.
