She rolls over, and throws the pillow at the door. Outside her window she can see that it is pitch black outside. She rolls over, in an attempt to go back to sleep. The bedroom door opens, and the screaming comes towards her. She opens her eyes, and sees a tall figure next to her bed.

"What are you doing in here?" she yawns.

"I can't get her to go to sleep. She likes you better. What do you do, to make her stop crying?"

"Give her to me," she insists.

He places the baby in her arms. "Shh!" she whispers, rubbing circles around the little girl's head. The little girl immediately stops crying. Ziva lays back down, and places the baby on her chest. She pats her back.

"I'm going to bed now."

"Not so fast," Ziva hisses.

"Why not? You've got her calmed down. She's asleep."

"This is your night."

"What do you want me to do? If I take her back to her crib she'll just start crying again. You're better at this than I am."

"I am exhausted."

"So what are you proposing, then?"

"Lay down."

"Where?"

"In here. Then you can get up with her."

"You want me to sleep in here? On the floor?"

"No, you don't have to sleep on the floor."

"There aren't a whole lot of other options. I can sleep in the bathtub."

"I don't care where you sleep, just lay down."

"I..."

"Get in bed!" she barks.

He scurries around to the other side, and climbs in next to her.

"You know," he whispers, "this isn't normal. We can't all sleep together every night. If this is how it's going to be every night there was no point in moving. We can all fit in one bed."

"But all of our stuff didn't fit."

"How did she get so much stuff?"

"Please stop asking questions, and go to sleep, before I have to knock you out."

"Ok," he rolls over, and stops talking.

He wakes up with a drool stain on his shirt. He opens his eyes, and finds Emmy asleep on his chest. He looks over, and finds that Ziva is gone. He begins to panic. She left him alone, with a baby, who didn't particularly care for him. This could be bad. What was going to happen, if she woke up. She would want Ziva. He looks at the sleeping baby. He listens to her breathing. Then he hears something else.

The shower. She hadn't gone anywhere. She was in the shower. He closes his eyes, and relaxes, in hopes of going back to sleep. The shower turns off, and the door opens. He opens his eyes. He quickly looks away.

"Ziva where is your towel?"

"Why are you awake? I thought you were still asleep."

"Ziva you're naked."

"That is because I can't find any towels."

"You have boxes of towels. Why can't you find any?" he questions with his eyes tightly closed.

"I can't find any of them. I don't know where you put them."

"I'll go find them," he offers.

"Do you know where you put them?"

"Yes."

"You should probably open your eyes," she tells him.

He opens his eyes, and looks at her. He keeps his eyes on her face. He climbs out of her bed, and walks away. He carries the baby into her room, and puts her down in the crib. He goes into his room, and grabs the laundry basket. He carries it back to her room. He pushes the door open, and covers his eyes with his hand, as he walks into her room.

"Where are you."

"Stop being ridiculous. Just give me a towel."

He opens his eyes. He sits the basket on her bed, and tosses a towel at her. She wraps it around her body. He throws her another one, for her hair. His eyes remained fixed on her.

"What? You see something you like? Why are you staring?"

"I had forgotten about your tattoo," he admits.

"Oh boy, here we go again. Do you happen to know where my hair dryer is?"

"It's under the sink, where you told me to put it. I should go check on the baby."

"You should probably go take a cold shower first," she tells him.

He nods, "Yeah, probably," and walks away. He leaves the room. He heads down the hallway to his bathroom. He grabs a pair of clean boxer shorts on his way.

When he is done with his shower he turns it off. He pushes the shower curtain back, and climbs out. He finds that there isn't a towel on the hook on the wall. He walks over to the cabinet, and finds it empty. The light bulb goes off. All of the towels had to be washed. They were used to wrap breakables. Ziva's towels were in the basket, and so were his. His towels were in the basket, in her room. He opens the door a crack. He looks down the hallway, and sees nothing. By now she would be dressed. She wouldn't be in her room.

He pushes the door open, and makes a break for it. As he walks past the baby's room he realizes the door is open. He walks past, hoping Ziva hasn't seen him. He makes it to her bedroom, to find that the basket of towels is gone.

"Ziva?" he calls out.

"What?" she calls from the baby's room.

He leaves her room, and heads for the nursery. He pokes his head in, but keeps his body behind the wall.

"We have a little situation."

She smiles from the corner of the room. She sits on the chair, folding towels.

"Let me guess, I have all the towels?"

"Uh huh."

She throws one towards him, but it falls short. He glares at her. She was a good shot. She never missed. This was intentional.

"Really?"

"Just come and get it."

"I..."

"Tony, Emmy is asleep. I can't really get up, when she's on my lap, can I?"

He groans, and pushes the door open. He grabs the towel off the floor, and wraps it around his waist.

"You did it on purpose. You knew you had all of the towels. You knew that I needed one. You could have just dropped one in the bathroom, put one on the knob of the bathroom door, but you didn't. This is clearly payback."

She smiles, and then begins laughing, "Clearly. Or, maybe I just wanted to see you naked," she teases.