Ziva was in the shower that night, glad she had gotten to eat something. She allowed the warm water to engulf her entire body and she felt at peace. She quickly finished up the shower and got out of the bathroom. She dried off and folded her towel before dressing in a pair of pajama bottoms which had vertical red and blue stripes and a black tank top. She looked at her sunken in stomach in the mirror and wondered how to tiny babies could be in there. Then again she was only seven weeks along. She pulled down her shirt and walked into her bedroom. She found Sampson sitting beside the bed, almost as if he were waiting for her.

"Hey boy." She swooned as she pet him.

His tail wagged and his tongue attempted to lick her hand.

"Good boy." She said before leaving the room.

He unwaveringly followed her and Ziva saw Margery sitting on the couch. She was reading a book. Margery looked up and smiled when she saw Ziva.

"Hi." She greeted as she closed her book.

"Hey."

"Are you hungry again?" She asked.

"No, actually, I am not. I am just coming out here to say thank you, again. I really appreciate it." She said, clasping her hands together.

"Ziva, come here. Sit."

"Okay?" She said, sounding confused.

"I received a phone call from a man while you were in the shower. He said his name was Tony. He says he's been looking for you and that he's really worried about you."

"How? How did he get your number?"

"He never said but he said that he wants you to call him."

"I can't." She said in a saddened tone as Margery caressed Ziva's hair.

"Why not, honey? He says he misses you, a lot. He wants to talk to you, offer you a place to live. He obviously cares deeply for you."

"I can't!" She exclaimed.

"Why?"

"He will never look at me the same…not after what happened!" She said, raising her voice with emotion.

"I don't think that's true." She said, reaching for the house phone. "Call him."

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

"Ziva, do it."

She cringed against her words, biting onto her bottom lip as she reached for the phone. She knew his number by heart. She dialed it and put the phone to her ear. She cried as she listened to the dial tone. When she heard his voice answer it was too much. She could only cry.

"Hello? Who is this?" Tony asked, only hearing crying over the line.

Ziva pulled back her tears as best as she could and answered.

"It's me, Tony." She said in a small and weak voice.

"Ziva?" Tony asked, shooting out of his seat.

"Yes."

"Oh, thank God! Ziva, where are you?" He asked, worry tingeing his voice.

"I am staying with my boss, Tony." She said in a shaky voice.

"Can I come see you, please?" He begged.

"I do not know." She said, fearing that if he were to see her he would no longer see her as the Ziva he had met six years ago.

"Please." He begged yet again.

Ziva could only hang up the phone and let out a loud and painful sob. She hadn't cried this much in her entire life. She hated that she had been this broken. Meanwhile Tony just stared at the phone, absolutely confused as to why Ziva had hung up. He sat down, giving up on trying to see her. She obviously didn't want him seeing her so he didn't see any point in fighting her on this. He put down his phone and sat back down. Ziva was able to stop the crying after a while with a little help from Margery and stood from the couch.

"I am going to bed. I am tired." She told her.

"Okay. I will see you in the morning."

"Alright."

Ziva waved and went to the bedroom. She didn't realize that Sampson had followed her. She climbed beneath the covers and couldn't help but laugh when he jumped in the bed with her.

"Sampson! You're a silly dog!" She said, watching as he crawled towards her before finding a spot the lay down beside her.

They went to sleep relatively quickly and at three o'clock in the morning was when it happened.