"I saw him. His friend brought him into the emergency room."

"You left without taking emergency contraceptives."

"I know."

"Ziva it's four o'clock in the morning, and you were just in the bathroom, throwing up your guts. I believe they refer to it a morning sickness."

"Yes, I believe they do."

"Do you expect me to believe that you wouldn't tell me, if it was not his?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"No? Ziva you are pregnant."

"Don't you think I know that?"

"I can't really tell. You don't want to confirm that you are. You don't want to talk about it."

"There is nothing to talk about," her nostrils flare.

"Why not?"

"I just want it to go away. I just want it all to go away. I want to pretend that it never happened, but I can't. No matter how hard I try, I can't pretend that it never happened. I thought that I could get over it, put it behind me. I was starting to sleep again, then four weeks ago I woke up, and spent an hour puking. I never imagined that this would happen. After I finished puking that morning I realized that not only was I sick, but I was late. I was late, and there was only one explanation."

"Why haven't you... I mean it's... but I just..." he stammers.

"It is not that easy. If this had happened five years ago, I never would have thought twice, but now..." she trails off.

"You are pregnant."

"I know."

"It belongs to Jason Patterson? The man who raped you?"

"Yes," she confirms, swallowing hard, fighting back tears.

"Why is it so hard, then?"

She looks into his eyes. She tries to come up with the right answer, but the words don't seem to come. She breaks down. Her head rests on his chest as she cries. He pets her head.

"I cannot answer that, because I do not know why. I do not want to have..." she wipes her tears with the side of her hand, as they flood down her cheeks, "I do not wish to have a child now, especially this one, but... when I tried to do it, I couldn't. I do not know why. I do not want to have that monster's baby, but..."

"But?"

"How do I know that it is the right thing to do?"

"Do you feel like you need to punish yourself, for the rest of your life?"

"What?"

"Do you really think that you can look at that child, for the rest of your life, and not hate it? It's your call, but... I think that it would be a mistake, to wait, any longer. You're always going to wonder, either way. But if you choose to end it now, you'll know that you didn't condemn someone to a life full of sorrow."

"And if I don't?"

"Are you seriously thinking about this?"

"I can barely think right now," she admits.

"Why are you thinking about it?"

"I don't want to be a monster."

"You're not."

"I wanted to end it. I tried... but I didn't go through with it."

"It's a pretty compelling reason to kill him."

"Tony I did not kill him. I will not deny that I thought about it. I will not deny that I am glad he's dead. I will not deny that I had the motive, and the means to do it. I did not kill him."

"You are going to have to tell Gibbs all of this, you know that, right?"

"Yes."

"Today."

"I know."

"Do you want me to be there?"

"I do not think that I can face him on my own."

"Ziva..."

"Yes?"

"It isn't wrong. To want your life back, you know that, right?"

"Right now, I am not really sure what I know."

When Ziva arrives at NCIS Gibbs sends her to the interrogation room, to speak to a suspect. Ziva enters the room, and takes a seat across from the suspect.

"Allison do you understand why you are here?"

"NCIS thinks that I killed Jason Patterson."

"Did you?"

"I would have liked to, but I didn't."

"Why should I believe you?"

"He raped me, and I had to spend every day, for four months, with him. When I came back, I was discharged. No one wants to hired a defective soldier. How am I supposed to take care of my daughter?"

"You were discharged nearly a year ago."

"Yes."

"How old is your daughter?" Ziva furrows her brow.

"Amelia is six months old."

Ziva quickly does the math in her head, "You were pregnant, when you came back from Iraq?"

"Yes I was, but I didn't know, until after I got back."

Ziva studies the young woman's face. She runs through the facts in her head. Allison Trent, age twenty three. Married for two years. Excellent marksman. Ziva allows the silence to continue. She simply stares into Allison's eyes.

"When you are in the middle of the desert there are no rape kits. There are no emergency contraceptives. When I got back there was no evidence, left of what had happened, at least that's what I thought."

"Jason Patterson is Amelia's father?"

"My husband is her father, but... that bastard is responsible for her, at least genetically."

"You are sure?"

"I am married. It's not like I was in the desert, serving our country, screwing one of my buddies. When I came home I was four months pregnant."

"That sounds like a motive to kill Jason Patterson."

"It's motive, but I didn't do it. I couldn't stand the thought of having an abortion, what makes you think that I would kill him?"

"Why didn't you?"

"Kill him?"

Ziva shakes her head, "Have the abortion."

"I knew that she belonged to him. I was afraid of who she might become, but I couldn't have an abortion, just because of who her sperm donor was. I thought that I would give her a chance. I never intended on keeping her. The plan was to give her up for adoption."

"Your husband supported that?"

"Yes."

"So what happened?"

"She went home with adoptive parents the day after she was born. By the time I got home, I knew that I had made the wrong decision. I just kept seeing her tiny little face, and I didn't care how she got here. It didn't matter, because the bottom line was that she is my baby," Allison pulls out a picture, she hands it to Ziva, "She's my little girl."

"She's beautiful," Ziva admits. The picture has a chubby baby in it, with a bow in her dark hair. She smiles at the camera with a gummy smile, and big dimples. Her blue eyes stare at Ziva.

"My husband, he is the only father she's ever going to know. He loves her. I love her. I might have wished that Jason would die, but I didn't kill him. Do you really think that I would throw my life away, over him? I have a little girl who needs me, I am not willing to spend the majority of her life in prison. I didn't do it."

"You could have."

"Yes, I could have. I have the skills to kill him. I had the desire, but I didn't do it."

"Where were you yesterday, between five and seven AM?"

"I was at home."

"Your husband can corroborate that?"

"I woke up at five, when his alarm went of. He got in the shower, I went to do laundry. I fed Amelia, and got her up for the day. I folded the laundry, and went downstairs, and made Tyler breakfast. I packed his lunch, and ironed his uniform. He left the house at ten til seven," Allison scribbles down his number on a piece of paper, "This is his cell phone number, if you want to speak to him."