This story was also written by my best friend AJ - It was a joint project as i had no ideas on what to write (she however seems to be a genius at it.)

I know, it's been ages since I even touched this story, but last night I was suddenly thinking over this for some reason, and I think I came up with a way to edit this chapter a little without having to change the rest of the story. I hope you like it!

*UPDATE*

Hey, readers! If it's the first time that you're reading this story, you can just ignore this and read on. For you guys who are coming back to this, I need you to read something.

So, I realise that I've been getting a load of complaints because of one of my chapters. I know, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but now I've realised my mistake and I've gone back to edit that group of chapters to make them a bit more believable...

I hope you guys are alright with it.

Gibbs sighed as he walked in with what seemed to be his third cup of coffee in the last eight hours. He and his team had been working on a case for the past six hours now, and he was coming to the point that he felt like literally bashing them all on the head rather than the usual headslap. He could tell that DiNozzo wasn't concentrating - the way he constantly smirked and looked McGee's way wasn't hard to miss - but Ziva seemed to have a hard time as well. The way her face looked so tired...

A sudden ring of his cell phone brought him out of his thoughts, and he answered it quickly. "Yeah, Gibbs." He nodded throughout the conversation before replying with a, "Sure, Duck" and leaving the bullpen.

Tony smirked again at McGee, who finally looked over.

"Would you quit that?"

"Nope."

Gibbs entered the autopsy room.

"What's up Duck?"

Ducky put down his equipment and turned to Gibbs. Gibbs walked up to the examination table.

"Abigail got samples of the man's blood and urine, Jethro."

"Yeah, so?"

"The body was contaminated and I don't want to risk something going around." Ducky looked over at Gibbs. "You remember what happened last time."

Gibbs looked into Ducky's eyes. "And what's that got to do with us?"

Ducky sighed. "I need to take a blood test from each of the team members that touched the body and were near the body at the crime scene."

"That means all of them, Ducky."

"Yes, so you will have to get each member down here separately for the blood test."

Gibbs turned and headed for the door. "I'll get them down here straight away."

Ziva walked back into the office after her break holding a brown paper bag. There was a small bandage around her finger where she had cut it on some glass at the crime scene earlier on. She couldn't believe she had been so tired and careless…

Tony sat back on his chair. He sat up as Ziva walked in.

"What's in the bag?" he asked as he stood up. Ziva moved away from his desk.

"My lunch," she answered. She sat down at her desk and placed the bag by her feet. McGee came into the room holding his tuna sandwich for lunch. Ziva gagged.

"McGee! Get that thing out of here!" she screamed as Gibbs came out of the elevator.

"You've never had a problem with my lunch before," McGee noticed. Gibbs sat at his desk.

"And Tony, have you ever thought of using a deodorant?"

"DiNozzo, McGee, David, Ducky wants you down in autopsy," Gibbs said.

Tony stood up. "You sure Ziva will last down there? I mean, the stench must be horrifying for her if she can smell me from this far away."

"Now, DiNozzo."

Tony walked into the office that night holding a pizza. McGee and Ziva looked up at him as he strolled in.

"Why are you here, bringing in pizza at this time?" Ziva asked. Tony shrugged as he sat at his desk and put the box on his computer.

"There's nothing wrong with eating pepperoni pizza at one in the morning," Tony replied.

"Of course not, unless you want to end up like Gibbs," McGee said. Tony slapped him round the head.

"If you want to eat, I suggest you shut up," Tony whispered to McGee. McGee opened the box and took out a slice. He offered Ziva the slice. She rejected it.

"No thank you," she said. "I haven't been able to keep anything down for a week. I think I may be coming up with something."

"It's coming down, Ziva, but, hey," Tony shrugged. "Suit yourself."

"DiNozzo!"

"Yeah, Boss."

"Get your sorry butt off that chair and do some work!"

Tony opened his eyes. "Sure, Boss." He yawned and stretched. "Where's Ziva?"

"In the bathroom with her head stuck down a toilet," McGee answered. Gibbs' phone rang. He picked it up and had a short conversation before he put it down.

"Who is it boss?" Tony asked.

"Ducky got back our results," he said as he walked briskly towards the elevator. As soon as Gibbs was gone, Tony headed straight for Ziva's bag.

"Tony! What are you doing?" McGee asked. Tony shushed him.

"There's gotta be a reason why Ziva's in the toilet. She didn't eat anything last night." Tony rummaged through the bag hopefully. He was about to give up when he found two things – two things that he was not expecting…

Gibbs walked in to the autopsy room.

"Ah, Jethro. I'm glad you turned up so soon. I have some important news. The test results have been returned. The amounts of iron in your blood and everyone else's seem to be normal, and there are no problems concerning poisoning, although I have found something important to tell you. When Abby first brought the results down to me, we couldn't believe what they said. In fact, they were astonishing…"

"Just cut to the chase, Ducky."

"One of the blood samples retrieved from the scene contained high levels of estrogen, Jethro, but the body is male."

Gibbs frowned. "Does that mean there was a female at the scene that left?"

Ducky nodded. "Yes, it does. However, we found some very… disturbing results…"

Gibbs frowned. "What is it?"

"Did anyone accidentally get cut on the crime scene yesterday?" Ducky asked.

Gibbs frowned, and was about so shake his head when he remembered Ziva pulling her glove off yesterday and immediately putting it in her mouth. He hadn't thought much of it at the time, strangely, but there had been blood on the end of the glove. His eyes widened. "Ziva…"

Ducky sighed. "So this just proves the blood tests correct, then."

"Correct? That means…" Gibbs' phone rang. He answered it. "Yeah, Gibbs."

"Boss, there's something you should know. It's Ziva, she's…"

"Pregnant. DiNozzo, we know."

"But there's something else, Boss. We know who the father is." Tony looked down at the piece of cream paper in his hand and paused.

Gibbs got impatient. "Well, DiNozzo, spit it out."

Tony took a deep breath and read out what was written on the paper.

"Tony DiNozzo."

I hope this is better!