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The elevator doors parted with a soft chime, spilling you out into the sterile, buzzing light of the NCIS bullpen. Eight months of pregnancy shaped your silhouette, emphasized by the daring cut of your top. Tony's gaze snapped to you, his smirk freezing as he took in the glint of metal on your exposed stomach. Ziva watched from her desk, a slow, amused smile touching her lips. Before the usual banter could begin, the autopsy door swung open. Palmer emerged, his lab coat slightly askew, a clipboard pressed defensively to his chest. His eyes found you, widening with immediate, palpable worry. You crossed the space before he could speak, taking his hand in yours. You guided his palm to rest on the tight curve of your belly. A firm, unmistakable kick pulsed against his skin. He gasped, his wh…