#preg!verse

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?" 

thetorturedsoulofahybridsireking 

[ ; monstrous mother ; ] ~~~ 

She tried, rather valiantly, in fact to hide her condition from the hybrid who made her in his image. Ziva David had, for over two decades wanted to be a mother. She remembered the time in which she wrote her list of wills and buried them in the Israeli soil, one item on the list showing concrete proof that she wanted to be a mother.

                                               However, this was a dream she had pushed                                                aside long ago, and never anticipated would                                                happen this way. Looking to the man who had                                                gotten her pregnant, she stared him in the eyes                                                , wordless for many moments. Swallowing hard,                                                 she bit her bottom lip before daring to speak.

                                                               "What are you going to do to me now?"

It was the only thing she could think to say. 

axton-as-the-commando 

[ ; monstrous mother ; ] ~~~ 

Ziva David and Axton had been close friends for nearly two years, having met shortly after she was turned. She had managed to convince him that she was safe with Klaus, that he needed to keep her around because she was his secret weapon.

                                      However, now... she was certain that her safety                                       was no longer so concrete--or rather her babies'                                       safety. About three months after finding out from                                       her witch friend that she was pregnant, she                                       discovered from a werewolf acquaintance that she                                        knew from the bayou of the fact that Klaus could                                        turn her babies in hybrid-making machines. This did                                       not go over well with her, in fact it terrified her, leading                                       her to call Axton.

                "Hello, Axton. I-- I need your help." 

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?" 

walkinganchor

[  ; monstrosity ;  ] ~~~ 

Alone. It was what she had wanted to be for quite some time now. Just to be alone. Ziva David was the hybrid in which Klaus kept in his pocket-- like a knife one never leaves home without--a fanged, pawed, Israeli knife.

                                                              She was so tired, tired of being everyone's                                                               secret weapon, tired of being trapped in the                                                                     compound all of the time, tired of being where                                                                  she was. However, it was now impossible for                                                               her to be alone, for no matter where she went                                                                there would always be someone with her--                                                                or rather two someone's.

When Davina Claire, a witch whom the hybrid had befriended, confirmed her suspicions, she knew she had to get out of New Orleans, as quickly as possible. Therefore, she went to the one place she could think of--Mystic Falls.

                                 She had friends there, friends who knew all                                  too well what she was, though were oblivious                                  to what was going on with her. Ziva was                                  struggling to move boxes back and forth from                                  her mini cooper to her cottage-esque home                                  when she saw a familiar face. From the way she                                  dressed, the Israeli could tell which of the Petrova                                  copy-cats she was.

                "Shalom, Amara."

Her Hebrew greeting followed her shutting the screen door to her home. Pulling the sides of her shawl-like sweater around herself, she gave her a gentle grin as she tried to hide the  face that she was starting to  show. 

                                                                                "How are you?" 

bloodofthedoppelgangers 

[  ; monstrosity ;  ] ~~~  

Four months ago, there had been a blood moon. However captivating the phenomon was itself, this was no ordinary blood moon. It was cursed, cursed by witches who sought out to kill Ziva David. Although, their plan backfired in a way none of them had expected.

                            One of the newbie witches helping the                             coven had said the spell wrong, cursing                             Ziva to fall pregnant by Klaus, instead of                             being killed by him that night. How she                             could have made such a fatal error no one                             understood.

Once she started showing, Ziva knew she had to do something. She had to get out of New Orleans, and that was exactly what she did. Only, she went to the one place she knew she should not have... Mystic Falls.

                                     There was only one person she knew of that                                      she could get expert advice from, a vampire                                       whom she knew had had a child. Katherine                                        Pierce.

Walking down the street to get to the Salvatore Boarding House, where she knew Katherine had been staying since before she left Mystic Falls to accompany Klaus to New Orleans. However, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her-- either her, or one of her doppelgangers. She could never been one hundred percent certain.

                                                            "Katherine?" 

axton-as-the-commando

[  ; monstrosity ;  ] ~~~ 

It was supposed to be impossible. Vampires were technically dead, and procreation was something that just was not feasible. However, Ziva David had apparently made the impossible possible. After all, she was only part vampire, and Axton was human. So, mayybe it was not as impossible as Ziva had previously thought? She was four months along and trying her best to keep it hidden from everyone except her witch friend, Davina, and of course, Axton. That day, she was sprawled out on the couch, reading through some books she had lying around when she heard Axton's heart beat approaching.

bc you asked for it :P 

Looking at herself in the mirror was becoming increasingly difficult. No matter the fact that it was for the greater good, she despised how  frail and sickly she had become. She could barely move without someone's help. That included  bathing. It was not only unlike her character, it was humiliating. 

            "I really wish you did not have to see me this way." 

                                                   Her voice was tired and                                                    weak, that accent she                                                     sported thick with grief. 

                                     "I am so sorry." 

  The way she spoke made it seem  as though she were to blame.  This simply was not the case. This pregnancy was just far different than others. Understatement of the  Century. 

                                           "I look disgusting." 

                                                Over her shoulder,she turned                                                  to look to the person helping                                                 her, a faint and sorrowful                                                  smile appearing on Ziva's                                                  now much angular face.