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"Ziva?" Tony asked once they were back in their room.

"Hmm?" Ziva absent mindedly answered as she played with her ring.

"Are you okay? You've been quiet ever since you talked to Jessica." Tony told her. She sighed before looking at him.

"Jessica is dying." Ziva told him as she tried to mask the pain she felt. Tony took her hand in his. "Her daughter will be alone." Ziva finished. Tony sat silently on the bed trying to find something to say.

"I do not know what to do Tony." Ziva confessed. "Do we take her back to N.C.I.S. with us? Do we let her to stay here? I know we have orders, but they can be bent, yes? How can Aunt Nettie be taking this so well? Does she even-"

"Ziva." Tony said gently, silencing the woman beside him. "There is nothing you can do, it is out of your hands. As for taking Jessica back, we have to. She is part of the investigation."

"You are right." Ziva decided. "But what about Hanah? Where will she go? Jessica must know about Mossad. Surely she cannot want that for her."

"Zi, you're worrying over nothing. Hanah is going with us anyway. She will be with her mother. Besides, it's not like Jessica's going to die tomorrow." Tony told her. "Try to get some sleep Zi. It may do you good." He turned out the light. The room was silent for a minute.

"Tony?" Ziva asked softly.

"Yeah?" Tony groggily replied.

"Do you want kids?" She asked. Tony turned to look at her and propped himself up on the pillow.

"Where did that come from?" Tony asked. He noticed his partner's face fall a little.

"Before dinner tonight, Aunt Nettie asked if you liked kids. You never answered." Ziva replied. He smiled at her.

"Your biological clock is ticking." He said.

"My what?" Ziva asked.

"Your biological clock. It's an expression meaning you want kids." Tony told her. Ziva sighed, realizing he was right.

"Do you?" Ziva asked reverting back to her main question.

"Like kids or want them?" Tony asked wanting her to explain herself.

"Want kids." Ziva clarified.

"Yes." Tony replied. "Some time in the future I would. What's really the matter?" He asked, knowing there was a bigger reason for Ziva's wanting children. Ziva sighed, knowing she would have to tell him eventually.

"When Rebecca was reunited with her family the other day, that was the anniversary of Tali's death. After she died, I had no one else to live for, so, I joined Mossad." Ziva said. "When I saw Rebecca with her parents, it reminded me that I want a family. I want something permanent." She stopped talking. Tony patiently waited for her to gain composure to finish. "When Tali was alive," Ziva went on, "I was able to throw myself into taking care of her after my mother died. When I was twelve and Tali was three, she accidentally called me Ima." Ziva smiled, remembering one of the happier moments of her childhood. "That was when I realized I was more than a sister to Tali, I was in essence her mother. When she died, I felt like I lost my child not just my sister."

"You want someone to fill the whole Tali left." Tony clarified.

"Yes." Ziva said. "I know Tali would always have a special place in my heart, but after seeing Jessica with Hanah, I was reminded of playing with Tali, reading to her, getting her to sleep. I miss that." She told him.

"Why don't you have a kid now?" Tony asked wanting to know more about his partner's life.

"I never found the right person I guess. Well, one who would willingly settle down and want what I want."

"Never?" Tony asked, hoping she would catch the hope that was in his voice.

"I did once, but we never could work it out. He was in a relationship and then I was in one. I could never find a way to make it work." She said softly.

"We could make it work now." Tony said.

"How did you-" Ziva was silenced with Tony kissing her.

"We're married aren't we?" Tony asked once they broke away.

"What will Gibbs say?" Ziva asked kissing him again.

"When he finds out we got married?" Tony asked.

"But Tony, we are not really-" Ziva said. She was stopped when he got out of the bed.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Throw some clothes on." He said.

"Why?" Ziva asked.

"We need to find someone who will legally marry us." Tony said.

"What about my Aunt Nettie?" Ziva asked. "She thinks we're actu-"

"No she doesn't. She knows we're not." Tony told her. "She told me at dinner."

"How did she know we were not married?" Ziva asked as she put on her pants.

"Something about the way we acted at dinner." Tony said. "Anyway, she told us to get married."

"But, why would she want us to get married?" Ziva asked zipping up her jacket.

"She thinks you're pregnant." Ziva stopped braiding her hair.

"Why?" She asked once she regained composure.

"Something about the way you dodged the question about children. She also said something about you reminding her of your mother?" Tony replied.

"You never told her I wasn't?" Ziva hissed as she put her shoe on.

"You came in before I could." Tony said.

"Fine." Ziva said, smiling in a way that made Tony question their decision. "We will get married."

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