#ncis!verse

[ ; monstrosity ; ] ~~~ 

Swift feet silently carried her towards the agent, recognizing him immediately. No matter how much the hybrid promised herself she would stay away, she just could not. Regardless of her current situation, these people were family... and that included McGee. For a moment she said nothing, did nothing... but when she felt the suspense becoming too much to bare, she grinned.

                                                                      "Did you miss me, McGee?" 

earthlyxangel 

[ ; very pregnant ncis agent ; ] ~~~ 

    Back behind the desk in which she      had called hers for almost a decade,      Ziva's fingers stroked the keys of her      computer's keyboard at a fast pace      when all the sudden a young woman's      approach toward her desk brought the      expectant ncis agent's digits to an abrupt     halt. After all, it was not that important--at     least not case-related.

                     Another e-mail to her father trying to tell him the news,                                              one of which she probably would not send.

                "Can I help you?" 

abby-sciuto-anon 

[ ; monstrosity ; ] ~~~ 

She had wanted a clean break from things , from the life she once lived. For a while, that was exactly what she had gotten, but consequently she had started to miss those whom she cared about most. Given that, she decided to take a little trip back to Washington; D.C., after nearly three years of being gone.

                        Having gotten back on base was a bit easier than                         she had thought it to be without credentials, but the                        man at the gate had remembered her and was more                        than willing to let her in. Once in the NCIS building and                        on the elevator, she made her way down to Abby's lab.

Ziva looked different, quite a bit different. Her hair had gotten longer, and more wavy, her skin had actually paled despite her time in Israel, and she had started to grow a little rounder in her abdominal section. There was reason for this. She was pregnant. Tired of waiting for her dream of becoming a mother to happen, she decided to take her fate into her own hands, so to speak and go ahead with IVF, using an anonymous Israeli donor.

                          Walking into the lab, her steps were far happier,                           and only had a slight difference to them as a result                          of pregnancy. A smile was on her face as she looked                          at Abby, who was intently playing what appeared to be                         a fishing game of some sort.

"Having fun, Abby?" 

xsemperfii 

[  ; monstrosity ;  ] ~~~ 

It had been nearly two years since she had last been to NCIS, last stepped foot in the building, last made contact with any of the agents. However, she had her reasons. She had to protect them... from herself.

                                               Ziva David was kidnapped by the                                                one and only Klaus Mikaelson and                                                 made into what he was, a hybrid.                                                 With her new found species came a                                                 new found fear of hurting those whom                                                  she loved the most.

Even if she was given the freedom to go back to her old life, she would not do so for the risk outweighed the benefit ten fold. This decision was made all the more difficult when Klaus had 'asked' her to go back to Mystic Falls, and stay there for a little while.

                                                 So close to the life she once knew,                                                  and yet so far. It hurt--not only                                                  emotionally but physically. Walking                                                  throughout the small town, she was                                                  keeping to herself when she noticed                                                  someone she did not recognize yet the                                                 look on her face said this woman                                                 recognized her.

"May I help you?" 

Send Me One  { x } 

Ziva shook her head as she looked to Tony, noting how pale he had become. Holding him in her arms, tears dripped down her face. A gaping wide hole had been torn out of his neck, and she had done this to him. Swallowing hard, she shook her head again.

"Do you want me to make you some breakfast before you go to hospital?" Her tone was no higher than a whisper as she wrapped her arms around Ari from behind, watching as he shaved. He was so handsome, especially shirtless.

Three months, two weeks, and five days.

That was how far along Ziva was in this highly unorthodox pregnancy. While she thought it would have been hell on Earth the moment Ari discovered, she was proven wrong. In fact, he took care of her whenever she needed.

                                 However, this did not make things                                  any easier. Work at NCIS had gotten                                  increasingly difficult the further along                                  she became. Coming home after work,                                   the Israeli looked positively defeated.                                   Frowning, she glanced over to her half                                    -brother, shaking her head.

           "I do not know how much more of this I can take."

Her confession was spoken in a meek tone, hushed too. It was as if she was ashamed to admit it. However, Ziva still spoke loud enough for Ari to hear her.