(A Few Days Later)
"I lied."
Those two words came out quickly, randomly.
The bullpen was dark and empty, the only two inhabitants being Tony and Ziva. The only light source came from the desk lamps at the four only desks in the bullpen.
"Before, when you asked about having children, I lied." it was a rare moment. She wanted to talk, and he was more than happy to listen.
"I think about it more than I should." he could feel her smile growing.
He leaned forward on his desk, his interest growing with each passing moment. She was speaking on instinct, and for some reason, not holding back. "With my new American citizenship, and Agent position, I have been giving children some thought."
"Some?"
"A lot." she paused for a moment. "In Mossad, children were…impossible. But now, I am an American. I am an agent. There are plenty of agents with families."
He smiled at her words, he didn't know quite why, but he did. "And my visit with my brother has just had me thinking more."
"Has it?"
"I am financially and emotionally prepared. I have enough room, I am not growing any younger."
"Getting any younger." he corrected quickly.
"Yes. And I have done some thinking…and some research." she smiled slyly.
"Research?" he questioned with confusion.
She nodded slowly. "I am having an artificial insemination."
"A what?"
"Apparently you do not need a man to have a baby." She said simply while he watched her in confusion.
"They must have taught it differently at my high school." He replied sarcastically but even the cunning remark could not wipe the shock from his face.
"Wait, so you're-"
She smiled unbelievingly. "I am. The idea of unconditional love is amazing. A child-"
"Is a huge responsibility." he stated, eyes practically out of their sockets.
"A life changing, responsibility that I want to take on." her words were passionate, confident.
Tony was shocked, he watched her, expecting something, but receiving nothing.
"Tony, it is already decided. I talked to Gibbs, I have run into some money, I have a stable job, support from you all." she said the last part with traces of hope.
"Ziva are you ev-"
"Why are you choosing now to be the rational one?" she questioned, anger hitting every word.
"I just..." but he came up with nothing. She was right, she would make a great mom, and she could handle it.
She looked at him long and hard, watching every movement of his face. "I cannot believe I am saying this, but your support means something to me." she said, her eyes deepening into hers.
There was a pause, one that Goldilocks would appreciate, not too long, not to short. Just right.
"You have it." You always have, and always will have it, he wanted to add.
She smiled contently, but he could see the traces of victory hanging on her lips.
He watched her for a long time, while she finished her paperwork and organized her desk. He hoped she wouldn't notice but he knew she did. "So," he said as she grabbed her jacket from behind her chair. "We're gunna have a little ninja running around?"
We. The word stuck with her.
Yes.
"I am going to have a baby."
I am going to become a mother.
And she could not suppress her smile.
