"I thought that it was time you knew."
"I don't believe it."
"Why not? You think that you're second fiddle, but the truth is, you're the whole symphony."
"Your charm will not work on me."
"It usually does," he smiles.
"Not anymore," she argues.
A nurse calls her name. They follow the nurse to an exam room. For most of the exam Ziva is extremely irritated. Tony watches her face, the whole time.
Finally the doctor suggests, "Lets take a look at your baby."
Tony and Ziva stare at the screen. The doctor listens to the heartbeat for a few moments, and then freezes the picture.
"There's your baby," he points.
"Can you tell what it is?" Tony questions.
"It's too early. She's only ten to eleven weeks along."
"Oh."
Tony looks at Ziva. He notices tears falling down her cheeks.
"Are you ok?" he questions.
"Fine," she answers.
The doctor leaves the room. Ziva proceeds to get dressed, and the nurse brings in the sonogram pictures. Tony watches her closely. When they get back into the car, she turns to him.
"Stop staring at me," she insists.
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you staring at me?"
"I didn't think that you'd cry."
"You think, I thought that I would? I did not think I would."
"So why did you?"
"Because it is real," she admits.
"Yeah," he nods, "It's real. We're having a baby."
"I know. I was there," she smiles.
"Just now, or when it was conceived," he jokes.
"Ha, ha," she rolls her eyes.
"So now what?"
"I don't know," she shrugs.
"How do we tell Gibbs?"
"He informed me that he already knows."
"Are you sure?"
"Where do you think I got the ginger tea from?"
"Is he mad?"
"He told me not to climb trees."
"Ziva..."
"What?"
"Are you angry at me, for doing this to you?"
"No," she admits.
"You seem angry."
"Not because of this," she admits.
"You're ok with this?"
"I did not say that."
"It's ok, if you're not. If you don't..."
"want this?" she finishes his sentence.
"Right."
"I want this," she admits.
"Good."
"Good?"
"I've been waiting for you to be ready."
"To have a baby?" She raises an eyebrow.
"For me to say, what I'm about to say."
"Which is what?"
"I saw you and I kept trying to figure out how I was going to get this beautiful girl home. And when I did, I realized that... I didn't want it to be over. I never wanted to let you go. After that first night, I knew that I had to figure out a way to convince you that we could be good together, and not just in bed, or in the field. I thought you'd never want more. You're you, and you don't want to let anyone in. I thought that you were the unattainable girl, and that's what made every moment so much more meaningful."
"Really?"
"Then I figured you out."
"You figured me out? This I have got to hear."
"Your whole life you've been pushing people away. You've been waiting for someone to push back. To accept you for who you are, and call you on it. To want to be with you, just the way you are."
"So what do you want?"
"Just to spend the rest of my life with you."
"I don't know if I can trust you."
"I deserve that, and you deserve proof. Let me prove it to you. Just give me that chance. I'm not always perfect, but...I want this, and I'll do anything to have it."
"I will give you one chance," she agrees.
"I can't believe that you're having a baby. That we're having a baby. We're the least qualified people in the whole world."
"I know."
"I hope that it can take care of itself."
When they reach the squad room at NCIS Gibbs is on the phone. They both part ways, heading to their desks.
"Don't sit down, we've got a dead petty officer," Gibbs tells them.
They grab their stuff, and follow him to the elevator.
"We're headed to Bethesda. The paper boy threw the paper behind the bushes. Went to get it, and saw the dead petty officer through the window."
"How was your eye doctor's appointment?" Tim questions Ziva.
"It was fine," she admits, "I don't need glasses."
"Tony is she telling the truth?" Gibbs questions.
"Yes."
"So you did go in with her?"
"Unfortunately," he comments.
"The doctor didn't find anything unusual?" Gibbs questions further.
"Nope. Everything is normal. No unnecessary parts floating around in there, either."
"I get the feeling we're not really talking about the eye doctor, are we?" Tim remarks.