Sorry for the wait, life got in the way... Anyway, I'm on holidays now and should have more time to update, but here is a new chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or its characters.

"Where's Tony?" Abby demanded when Ziva opened the door for her.

"Getting dinner," Ziva replied, "Why are you here?" She asked as she shut the door and walked back to the place she sat on the lounge.

"I wanted to see if you were okay," Abby stated, tucking one foot beneath her as she faced Ziva who had her feet on the coffee table.

"Why would I not be?" Ziva questioned, she picked up pieces of a phone and placed them on her abdomen.

"You're starting to show," Abby observed watching Ziva's shirt conform to the contours of the small bump.

"Thanks," Ziva mumbled as she fiddled with the various pieces.

"No, no, Ziva it's a good thing," Abby quickly replied, "it means the baby is growing."

"And while that is happening, I'm going to get bigger and bigger and I will keep putting on weight, and then I won't be able to see my feet, my ankles will swell, my back will hurt and god knows what else will happen," she ranted.

Abby eyes the phone parts she held before enclosing Ziva's hand in hers and took the phone pieces off her. "Please, let me do it," she stated, "and it can't be that bad. What happened while you were away that put you in this mood. Did you have a good time?" Abby looked down at the phone pieces in her lap as she put them back together.

"It was good. His friends are nice and Tony worries too much," Ziva said, her head hitting the back of the lounge and her eyes sliding closed.

"Worries too much?" Abby asked.

"Yeah, he kept asking if everything was okay, he is worried that I will lose the baby - which is fair enough," Ziva explained.

"You know what he has done?" Ziva asked after a moment, "He has looked up stuff about pregnancy. He knows what's happening to me and the baby," she smiled, "we spent one night just talking about that."

"Sounds fun," Abby said with a sense of urgency in her voice as she concentrated on putting the phone back together, "now get to the good stuff," she demanded.

"Good stuff?" Ziva asked taking the offered phone from Abby.

"The sex," Abby said.

"There was none," Ziva begrudgingly replied, avoiding Abby's gaze.

"Why? You were on a weekend getaway with Tony DiNozzo, and you didn't sleep with him?" Abby questioned.

"Oh, trust me, I wanted to sleep with him, but-" she was cut off by the shrill of a generic ring tone that filled the room. She frowned at the caller ID which displayed a private number.

"Who is it?" Abby asked.

"Unknown," Ziva murmured.

"Agent Ziva David," she said into the phone.

"Ziva?" Her father's heavily accented voice asked.

"Yes," she replied, her voice cautious, "Can you wait just one moment?" she questioned but waited for no answer before addressing Abby.

"Um, help yourself to whatever, Tony will be back soon. You know where everything is, yes?"

"Yeah," Abby replied, "Who is it?"

"My father. If Tony comes please tell him not to interrupt me," She requested as she walked towards her room.

"Are you still there?" She closed the bedroom door behind her with her free hand. "How have you been, Abba?" She asked once she us heard his reply.

"Busy, not enough time in the day," Eli stated.

"Then why are you calling me? Do you need something? Are you okay?" Ziva asked, concern Eli hadn't heard from her clouded her voice.

"I am fine, how about you?" Eli asked.

Ziva thought for the best way to answer. "Um, fine, I guess. In the health wise terms. So other things have come up that have disrupted my life," she admitted.

"Like what?" He questioned.

"I couldn't find any decent takeaway shops that sold- Abby?" The door slammed shut behind Tony.

"Tony." Abby smiled at him from the lounge.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, juggling with the two boxes of takeaway.

"I hear you and Ziva aren't having sex," She said, ignoring him.

"Yeah, it's a little weird wanting to sleep with your girlfriend and then realising that she has another man's kid inside her, which happens to be growing not too far from the area of interest. Where's Ziva?"

"Bedroom, probably taking care of matters herself," She replied with a small laugh hidden behind her innocent voice.

Tony threw her a warning look. "Are you mocking me for making a decision based on how I feel? I get judged for not expression my feelings, then I get judged when I do..."

"Welcome to the real world." Abby smiled. "I wasn't mocking or judging you. She's on the phone, her father rang."

"What did he want?"

"Don't know, she didn't tell me - just left," Abby replied as she watched Tony make his way to Ziva's room. "She said to not let you interrupt her."

Tony turned on his heel and looked back towards Abby, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Why did you come here this evening?" He asked.

"Girl's stuff," she replied.

"So you wanted to talk about me? I have been around women long enough to know that," He stated.

"Not just you, girl stuff also involves other stuff."

"Like what?"

"You a boy, you're not allowed to know." She smirked. "What's in there?"

"Ziva's dinner," Tony replied taking the plastic bowl of pasta from the bag as Abby looked into it. "Tell me, Miss Sciuto; are you up to no good again?"

"Again? I have no idea what you're talking about," She replied the innocence on her face echoed in her eyes.

"Last time, you set Ziva up on a blind date with me-"

"Well it worked, didn't it? You're together. You're not sleeping together, but you are together, that's the main thing." She defended her actions.

Tony pulled the lid off his own bowl of pasta and took a fork from the draw he leant near, eyeing Abby suspiciously.

"What are you up to?" He repeated his question.

"Nothing," Abby insisted, "Can I please have some of your pasta, I'm starving."

"Bowls are in the cupboard behind you," he told her, "If you're not up to something, that means your doing something-"

"Oh, you're so cleaver with all your play on words and everything," she snapped, sliding a bowl to him over the smooth surface of the bench.

"Is it McGee?" Tony questioned as he scooped some of his food into the bowl, "I mean I wouldn't blame you."

"This is crueller than threatening me with hydrofluoric acid." Abby murmured, "Next time I'm up to anything I'll consult one of you first - besides it wouldn't have anything to do with either of you anyway. I've had my fun with you and Ziva." She twisted her fork in the pasta.

"Tony." Ziva's voice carried from the hallway.

"In here Ziva," He said.

"Please do not hate me," She begged, walking up to him and holding fist falls of his shirt at the side of him.

"Why would I hate you?" He asked carefully as he put the bowl he held onto the bench to place his hands on her hips.

"My father just called, and he wanted to know how I was and what I had been doing," She explained, then paused and hesitated.

"I highly doubt I'm going to hate you for talking to your father, Ziva. He is part of your family." He shrugged. He really had nothing against the man so long as he stayed in Israel away from him. Wherever Eli David seemed to go, trouble always followed.

"I invited him over," She added watching his eyes carefully, both seeming to forget about Abby who was studying the scene between her friends silently.

"Why?" Tony questioned, cleverly keeping the emotions and thoughts from his eyes where he knew Ziva would be able to read them from. Eli was Ziva's father, he couldn't stop him from seeing Ziva, especially if Ziva invited him, despite what grudge he held against the man.

"Well, he was asking questions and he kept asking, despite my attempts at changing the topic. Once he knew what I was doing he asked me the question - about what had been happening in my life lately - directly and that was when I told him it would be better to show him rather than tell him. I said that I would book a round trip flight for him for a week or two here, he said that he would do that. So, unless something changes greatly, my father is going to be here in about a month," Ziva said.

Tony nodded, for once at a loss to say. Ziva already knew he wasn't Eli's number one fan, but he wasn't going to stop her. She led her own life and she made her own decisions, it wasn't up to him to tell her that her father was coming.

"Four weeks?" He questioned, "When does your mother get back?" He asked.

"Not for a few weeks after that. She called on the way home remember. She has other things that need to be taken care of before she comes back," Ziva said, "Their trips will not over lap. Eli leaves when Rivka returns."

"Unless something happens," Abby pointed out.

"Do not get involved in my family's feuds, Abby. Actually, it would be in your best interest just to not get involved with my family at all. Do not try and set up a meet with my mother and father. It is something I do not wish to see," Ziva said.

"Why do you both keep thinking that I'm planning something?" Abby asked.

"You are really asking that question?" Ziva replied as she moved away from Tony to sit near Abby, taking her food with her, "Because it was not your idea to set us up?"

"If that is your only defence, then you have nothing because, really, you are together. It wasn't one of my bad ideas," She stated.

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