"Gibbs is not going to like this. He isn't standing behind me, is he?"
"No. I'll keep an eye on the door, so we can discuss this."
"Why? Why would you want to discuss this?"
"I don't understand how it happened."
"The physics, or the science..."
"I know how that happens."
"So what is it, that you want to know?"
"You are an intelligent woman how did you let one slip by?"
"Abby!"
"It's a serious question."
"I was drunk."
"I assume that you have had drunk sex before."
"I have."
"With your partner?"
"Only the once."
"That resulted in this?"
"Yes."
"How did you two get from the bar, to your apartment?"
"I don't remember."
"So what do you remember?"
"The conversation that we had before we left the bar."
"What did you talk about with him?"
"I told him that I wanted a baby. I don't know why I said that, I do not know where it came from. All I know is that he agreed."
"That you wanted a baby?"
"That I should have one."
"With him?"
"It was his idea. We had both had a lot to drink, it sounded reasonable at the time."
"But you agreed?"
"We had a few more drinks, and then we left."
"Ziva you're blowing my mind right now. So subconsciously you wanted this?"
"I liked the idea, but... the reality..."
"You didn't think that he would agree?"
"I didn't ask. He volunteered."
"Next time wait until you're sober," Abby suggests.
"What am I supposed to do now?"
"You've got to tell Tony."
"I know."
"You're having second thoughts?"
Ziva nods.
"Don't you think it's a little late, now?"
"Obviously."
"You've got to tell Gibbs too. If he finds out that you're hiding this... he'll kill you."
"I think I'm going to be sick."
"No you're not. That's in your head."
Ziva takes a deep breath, "You're right. I'm fine."
"Are you really?"
"Physically."
Ziva's phone rings. "David," she answers, "Yes, I'm on my way."
"Gibbs?"
Ziva nods.
Hours later they return from the scene, covered in mud.
"All of you, go home and shower."
"This doesn't bother me," Ziva comments.
"Me neither," Tony adds.
"You stink, all of you, go home and shower. It's late, I'll see you all in the morning."
None of them make eye contact.
"Now!" he demands.
They scatter. In the parking lot Ziva texts Tony. They both head home to shower.
An hour later he arrives at her apartment. He knocks on the door.
"It's unlocked," she yells.
He opens the door, and steps in. He closes the door behind him.
"I could be a serial killer," he jokes.
"I was expecting you," she points out.
"Right," he nods.
"I need to know something."
"What's that?"
"Why did you agree with me, at that bar?"
"I thought that it's what you wanted."
"So?"
"I never thought that it would really happen. I never thought that you would go along with it."
"But I did."
"I should have thought about it. It was not a good idea."
"A mistake?"
"We jumped into something that I don't think we're ready to deal with."
"I agree."
"You do?"
"Of course."
"Why is it that we can agree on something as big, and life altering as this, but we fight over where to eat lunch?"
"I don't know."
"I never should have let what happened, happen. I think that it has created an obstacle, that we didn't need to deal with. Neither of us are ready to have a child."
She looks away from him. She hesitates, "No, we're not."
He keeps his eyes on her. "Why did you look away? Why won't you look at me?"
She looks up at him, "I am tired. I am having a hard time focusing today," she admits.
"Is there a reason? Has this been bothering you?"
"We had sex."
"I know."
"And we haven't talked about it, since it happened."
"What is there to talk about?"
"Nothing," she looks away again.