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A Feeling Like That

by: WhiskeyTears (Send Feedback)

Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 003 Word Count: 1883
Rating: MATURE
Character(s): Tony DiNozzo, Abby Sciuto, Ziva David, Timothy McGee, Ensemble
Category(ies): Action/Adventure, Angst/Drama, Episode Related, Fluff, Humor, Mystery, Romance
Pairing(s): Abby/McGee, Tony/Ziva
Episode(s): 3-08 Under Covers
Summary: Takes place after the episode Under Covers 03.08. Tony starts thinking the whole under cover assignment wasn't too bad of a situation.

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Hey ya’ll, I used to do this a long time ago with Alias, which has been off the air for about four years now so, it’s been a long time. I’ve only just gotten into NCIS with this past season, but I’ve already caught up by buying Seasons 1-3, and I’m getting 4 this week. It’s already my current obsession and the reason for me telling you this is because if this sucks or I don’t do the characters justice, well, now you know why. This is my first NCIS FanFic…Enjoy.


Ziva was sitting at the table cleaning her gun.

She was pregnant with his child and she was sitting there cleaning her gun.

God he loved her.

And didn’t that totally scare him to death. What scared him even more was the fact that the idea of Ziva having his kid felt right. It wasn’t quite the earth shattering crisis he though becoming a father would be like.

And ever since that day two weeks ago when they’d gone under cover as husband and wife, Tony couldn’t help but think of anything other then the thought process that took him from Ziva cleaning her gun to being pregnant and him thoroughly enjoying that.
In the process of fifteen seconds, his world had tipped slightly off it’s axis.

Tony had just been about to sit up from his usual reclined ‘I’m Tony “Mr. Cool” DiNozzo’ position when a paper ball struck him right between the eyes. The culprit was looking at him with a slightly bemused but more or less annoyed look on her face.

“What the hell was that for?” he asked as he picked up the ball and threw it at McGee, all the while keeping his eyes trained on Ziva.

“Because…” she said, her eyes going back to her computer screen, fingers flying over the keyboard, “you had that look on your face.”

“What look?” Tony broke out into a cold sweat but tried to keep his demeanor even as he leaned forward with both elbows on the desk.

“The one where you are mentally undressing some poor women and picturing her in her Christmas Suit. I thought I would save her some dignity and make you stop.” She flashed a fake grin at him and went back to typing up her report.

Tony tried to suppress a smile as he looked between his two computers over to her.

“Birthday suit Ziva. It’s birthday suit.”

By now she was so used to being corrected by him, by them all constantly, that she just waived her hand in the air as if it didn’t matter.

“Either way, I got you to stop picturing her, yes?”


Suddenly new pictures flashed through Tony’s mind, and they certainly weren’t of his partner cleaning her gun. Now was the time when Tony would normally make a sarcastic comment, something that would rile Ziva’s nerves and get her even more annoyed with him. In fact, both her and McGee were staring at him because apparently, too much time had passed and his normal window of opportunity had closed.
Just as he was about to open his mouth and either a) get himself into trouble or b) …get himself into trouble, Gibbs came careening around the corner like he usually did at this point in the morning. Coffee in hand and jacket already on. All he had to say were three words and the entire place just came alive with activity.

“Grab your gear.” He snapped and was over to the elevator before anyone could question as to why.

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