First Tiva Fanfiction. Post "Shiva." One shot, most likely.

It was one night. They didn't mean for it to happen. They were sad, hurt, vulnerable. Only a few people would argue that it was inevitable, but as he lay wide awake at night staring at the ceiling he remembered the words she said to him years ago in autopsy after Jenny died, "Nothing is inevitable." Does that mean that they consciously chose? Did their emotions have a say at all? Surely they did. It's not like it was just pointless sex. He had wanted it to happen for several years, maybe it wasn't ideal under these circumstances, but it did happen. He did not know. Of all the things in the world to be clueless about why did it have to be this? All of these questions he keeps asking himself, except the one he should be asking, "Did she feel anything, too?"

Little did he know that she was lying awake at the same moment asking herself the same thing. Granted, she wasn't thrilled that it happened, but she wasn't upset either. She tried to justify it to herself with the typical 'heat of the moment' crap, but that didn't do it any of her wants to confront him, but that would do more harm than good. "I guess we will just get past this." She tried telling herself. If only that were true.

Going back to work was not easy for either of them. Cases were long and difficult. There were many late nights and weekend calls. They hardly spoke to each other for five weeks until one night after a particularly difficult case, she came up to his desk as he was packing up. "Want to come over to my place?" she said as if nothing was wrong between them.

He slightly hesitated, "Uh, sure."

"Okay, cool... I will see you in a bit." She left without a second glance.

By the time he got there she was already in sweat pants and a t-shirt. Her hair was down and curly, the way he loved it, but her face had none of its usual glow. He came in silently and sat on the couch. "You want anything to drink?" she asked.

"No thanks, I'm fine." He said like he was distracted. In truth he was not fine, he was terrified.

She sat down on the couch as far away from him as possible holding a glass of water for herself. He thought this unusual, as she normally drinks wine when they're together. He could see her shaking. She was nervous. "Look, we need to talk about what happened." She said, the nervousness clearly expressed in her voice.

He gave a slight, albeit inappropriate, chuckle, "Really? We do, because it seems to me that avoiding it altogether has been the best solution here. We spend one night together and you act like it never happened. Like it is just something you can bring up in casual conversation. And you know what else is -"

"Tony! Please!" She nearly yelled, with her voice watered down by tears. When he looked up at her, her eyes welling up with tears, his own face immediately softened and he regretted raising his voice to her. He scooted over to her and wrapped her in his arm frantically pleading, "Oh my God, Ziva I'm so sorry."

She pulled away from his grasp wiping away the stray tears rolling down her cheeks. She took a deep breath and began, "Tony, I tried to avoid it too, I really did, but now there is no way that we can even try to avoid it any more."

"What are you saying?" he said, genuinely scared.

She took another deep breath and looked straight into his eyes.

"I'm pregnant."