"What?" She asked, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry."

He knew that based on her reaction the baby was a product of rape. The doctor exited the room and went down to Radiology to find an ultrasound technician. Tony stood outside of the room and Ziva looked at him, shame in her eyes. Tony saw the shame and wondered what was wrong. He turned to where he saw Dr. Chamberlain and Dr. Marsden walking towards him. He stopped Dr. Chamberlain and looked into her eyes.

"What's going on?"

"I-I can't."

Tony let the doctor go into the room and stared at Ziva as she laid back. The radiologist lifted up Ziva's gown just as Chamberlain closed the blinds. Tony grew worried and thought the worst. He wondered if she had gotten sick from having Saleem and his men rape her. Meanwhile, on the other side of the blinds Ziva stared at the monitor as Dr. Marsden rotated the ultrasound wand around on her lower abdomen. Tears fell from her eyes and dripped across the bridge of her nose. Dr. Marsden had no idea of the rape but when she saw the look on her face she knew right away. She allowed an image to come up onto the screen and Ziva grew scared. She was no expert by any means but she knew what she saw. She now had a permanent reminder of what had happened to her. The doctors had left after wrapping up the procedure and Tony was able to see Ziva again. He watched as she curled up into a ball in the bed and he could hear her sobbing through the glass. Tony went to the door and dashed inside, unable to control himself.

"Ziva, what's wrong? What happened?" He asked, squatting down to her level.

"Leave me alone!" She exclaimed, startling Tony.

"Ziva, please, just talk to me. What happened?"

"Stop!" She pleaded when Tony touched her arm. "Please tony, just leave."

Tony gave up and heaved a sigh before he left the room. He looked back at Ziva and shook his head. He couldn't help her, not now. He prayed that somehow he could but it was too late. He then left the hospital, leaving her alone. Ziva turned over onto her back and mustered up the strength to sit up. She felt so light headed and she was terribly thin. She wondered how she was going to be able to support a pregnancy since she was so unhealthy. She looked down in utter shame and ran a hand through her straggly hair. She then watched as the super approached the window. He waved to Ziva and Ziva waved back before gesturing for him to come inside. He came in and remained a few feet away.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" He asked, sounding nervous.

"Well, I have PTSD." She informed him with a shrug.

"And?" He asked, sensing she was holding something back.

"And?"

"Anything else?" He asked, hoping she would tell him.

"I'm pregnant…by a terrorist who is also my rapist." She admitted.

She shook her head as she played those words back in her head. Even speaking of it was terrible. Harold stepped towards her.

"Harold, I don't know what I'm going to do." She said, looking up at him with tears in her eyes.

"You aren't going to keep…the baby; are you?" He asked, fearing that this would scar her for the rest of her life.

"I do not know." She replied honestly as tears came to her eyes.

Harold Marlow was a man that hated to see a woman cry. He sat down on the bed and reached out for her hand. She allowed him to take it and he tried his best to sooth her as she cried. He studied her and when she stopped crying she looked to him with saddened eyes.

"What should I do?" She asked.

"I think you should do what's best for you and the child." He told her honestly.

She looked behind her to the bedside table where the sonogram picture lay. She reached for it and picked it up. She studied it closely and saw those two little circular blobs on the image. She knew what they were. They were a constant reminder of what happened to her. She handed the picture to him and he looked at it. He saw the blobs and looked at it closer to see one blob had an A by it and the other had a B. His eyes went wide when he realized it. He looked up to Ziva and she nodded.

"Oh God, Ziva. I'm so sorry."

Her bottom lip quivered and she nodded. She put the picture back in its place on the table and laid back on the bed.

"I'll let you get some rest." He said before leaving.

She watched him leave and yet again she was alone. She would always be alone. No matter how hard she tried she would always be alone and now she was alone, making the hardest decision of her entire life. She then realized something. She didn't have to be alone. She could bring life to this world and she would never be alone again. She then wondered if it was worth it. She didn't know if she could do this. She knew Saleem had to have been the father. Could she really have Saleem's children? It wasn't as if the fetuses had any control over who fathered them. She couldn't be so selfish as to deprive two babies of the chance at life. She then made the decision to keep the babies. She just wondered where this would leave her.