They'd been given the rest of the day to pack their things and be ready to leave for an unknown destination the next morning. It didn't take either Tony or Ziva long to pack, and Tony decided he'd cook them some dinner as neither of them had eaten all day.

Ziva walked into the kitchen, "Tony, I think we should talk," her tone was all business.

"If it is about last night—" he knew they needed to talk about it—but he still had no clue what to say.

"No. This is about tomorrow," she said flatly.

That got Tony's attention, "Do you know where Orli is sending us?"

"No, I do not, but I think it would be best if tomorrow we went our separate ways. I am most certain Orli would honor that request." Her tone remained serious.

Tony was half offended, "Our separate ways? Are you serious?"

"Yes, I think it would be best—"

"You think it would be best?" He raised his voice, "Well, what about what I think, Ziva? What about us being partners—you know on the same team? And what about us working things out and taking things slow?" He stood there infuriated at the thought.

"I am worried about my safety!" she yelled.

"Bullshit." He called her on it right there, "You're hurt about last night. And I get it—but just because you're hurt doesn't mean you get to give up on us."

"It has nothing to do with us."

"It has everything to do with us and you know it, Ziva! Would you be singing this same tune if we'd gone through with things last night?"

She didn't answer, but the look on her face gave it away.

He stared back, "I didn't think so."

"I am going for a walk, I need to clear my head," she announced hastily, heading for the back door.

He watched her walk out into the olive grove and kept his eye on her as he went back and forth between the kitchen and the living room. A half hour later, he'd finished cooking and headed outside to catch up with her.

He'd seen her sitting beneath one of the trees looking towards the west horizon. Ziva turned her head when she heard Tony approaching.

"I imagine you have to be starving by now. Any way I could talk you into coming in and eating?" He reached out his hand and helped her to her feet.

She gave him a small smile, although at times he could infuriate her, she could never stay mad at him for very long, "Tony, I'm s-sorry. I know you've given up a lot to come here and ensure my safety and I don't mean to seem ungrateful."

"But-" he sensed there was more.

"But are you sure this is where you want to be? I don't want you to have regrets about this one day."

"Hey, I'm all in—no regrets from me. You need to trust me on this one. I don't think I could be out there living with myself if I thought you were in danger."

She searched his eyes, and she knew he was telling her the truth. She smiled feeling a bit more assured about things, "That is because you are a good man Tony."

"That's because the people around me help me be a better person," he smiled back. "So do you have any regrets?"

"A few," she answered unable to look him in the eye, "but they do not concern you-just some of the choices I made."

He stood there hoping she'd open up about them, but she never said anything further.

After a few moments he asked her, "So you ready to eat?"

"Not yet," she answered, finally looking him in the eyes, "May I show you something?"

"Sure," he said wondering what she was up to.

She led him by the hand to the back side of the olive grove. The field cleared out and they stood up on a cliff which over looked a sea off in the distance. Then she explained, "My mother stayed here during the summers, after my parents divorced. My sister Tali and I were usually with my Mom but sometimes we were with my dad. I didn't handle their break up so well. I became quite angry with both of them, always making it difficult for which ever one I was staying with.

"One day while staying here, I had taken my anger out on my Mother once again. I guess I figured that if she had tried she could have hung on to my father. I realize now, I was wrong there. Anyway, Tali and I were starving and my mother had not cooked us dinner. I went out to find her—and she was picking olives. I walked up to her and I started yelling at her." Ziva paused, her emotions were over taking her, "and although I had been yelling at her a lot back then—this was different. I had said some things that I could never take back.

"After I had said these terrible things to her, I stormed back to the house and decided I would cook Tali and I dinner, but I didn't know what I was doing and I burned everything to a crisp. I not only ruined dinner but also a few good pots and pans.

"As the sun started to set, my mother still had not returned. And I thought that perhaps she wasn't coming back because of me. So I went out to find her—and when I got here to this spot—she was watching the most magnificent sun set. The sky was full of beautiful colors that evening.

"When I'd reached her, I told her I tried to cook, but had burnt our dinner. I was still quite upset…but she never once raised her voice with me. She just said, 'Ziva, I understand your anger—but you must learn to let it go at the end of each day when the sun sets and start over again the next day. It isn't good to hold so much anger inside, because before too long it will alter you. Promise me you'll learn to let it go at the end of each day.' Feeling guilty for my behavior and for ruining dinner, I made her that promise."

Tony thought it was a great story but the expression on his face gave away the fact he had no idea what her point was.

She continued, "It is a promise I try to keep each day, but one I fail miserably at more often than not. I find myself in this mess now, because when Bodner killed my father and Jackie Vance, I did not let go of my anger at the end of the day."

"Ziva, you had a right to be angry-"

She shook her head, "I know—but I held on to it too long. My mother was right. Likewise, last night when I went to bed, I was upset with you, and once again I did not let it go. And so I continued to be angry with you into today. My mother was a wise person, Tony. I wish I could find a way to keep that promise to her each day-but I struggle with it."

Tony squeezed her hand, "I feel like a jerk—"

"No, please, you shouldn't," she shook her head, "I should have been more understanding."

"So does this mean you and I will not be going our separate ways in the morning?" He'd hoped she'd changed her mind.

She shook her head, "No. We should stick together."

Tony gave a sigh of relief, "I was really worried there for a minute, Ziva."

She placed her hands on either side of Tony's face, "Don't worry Tony, we will be okay."

She searched his eyes and his lips and she leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her.

After a few moments, "Hey dinner's probably getting cold," Tony reminded her gently.

"Please go, I'll be there in a few minutes…I'd like to stay here and watch the sunset. I always feel close to my Mom when I am here and I don't know if I'll be able to come back anytime soon. I'll be along in a few minutes," she assured him.

Tony smiled, "Okay I'll go heat things up for us and see you in a few?"

She nodded and sat on a nearby rock.

Tony jogged back up to the house, but when he got within sight of it, he could see there were several men surrounding the house, all in plain dark clothing, and he could only surmise they were CIA.

He stood just inside the tree line observing them, they all had weapons and they hurled tear gas inside the back door. Tony knew they meant business, so he turned and sprinted back toward Ziva. He went as quickly and as quietly as he could but she still heard him approach.

When she turned and saw his face she became very alarmed and stood to her feet, "Tony? What is it?"

"Somalia," He had to catch his breath, "We have trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Four maybe five men, surrounding the house, weapons drawn, sent in the tear gas," he added

"We've already been compromised?"

"Yes." He added, "Ziva, we have no weapons out here, everything is inside the house, and we can't get to the tunnel."

"Then we should wait here, they won't come this far to look for us."

"And if they do?" He said thinking tactically, looking towards the cliff. "Is there anyway to go down this thing on foot?"

"No, not without equipment," she answered, "and that has never been attempted."

"I have a plan, but you may not like it." He added, "It will get you and the baby to safety."

She noticed he did not say 'we' this time, "How?"

He explained his plan in full and while Ziva believed it was a plan that would work, she didn't like what it meant for Tony.

"I do not like this plan Tony," she protested, "it means that something could happen to you."

"I won't let it," he said trying to reassure her.

"You cannot guarantee that," she quipped, "Besides Tony, what if something does happen? I would not forgive myself."

"The most important thing is for you to get to safety. I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby. It is the best way at this point, Ziva." His breathing was a bit rapid but adrenaline was rushing through his veins.

"I still do not like this plan, too much can go wrong," she continued to argue.

"I don't see another way Ziva," Tony reasoned, "Even if we stay out here all night, they'll be looking for us in the morning and in the day light we are totally exposed. Once I distract them, just slip in the back door and go straight for the tunnel. Lock yourself in down there. When you see Orli tell her to send me back up. I can stall them that long."

"And what if you can't? What if Orli can't send in reinforcements? What if she gets here too late?"

"Right now, they're not after me, they're after you. You are the one we have to get to safety. Do you understand?"

Ziva didn't understand the full extent of what Tony was proposing, but she realized he at least had a plan, she insisted on the bad feeling she had about it all. "I don't like this Tony."

"Do you have a better plan?"

She didn't, "Tony, I'm sorry about earlier."

"It is all good, right?" He tried to reassure her, but his voice was emotional. "This is why I am here, and I wouldn't do this for just anyone Ziva. Only for you."

She smiled, tears stinging the corners of her eyes and she nodded.

He continued, adrenaline rushing through his veins full throttle, "Just follow me and stay behind the tree line until you know that all the men have moved towards the front of the house, then sneak in and head straight for the tunnel. Remember to use your Ninja feet, okay?"

He took her by the hand and turned to go back towards the house, "Wait!" she pulled back on his arm, stopping him in his tracks and turning him back her direction, "Tony?" she said unsure.

He turned and saw the fear and worry in her eyes and he wanted to take it all away and give her every ounce of happiness she deserved. He loved her and there was no denying that. He pulled her in and kissed her lips, pressing his body to hers and holding her close for a few minutes as the sun finally dipped below the horizon.

Tony raised his eye brows and gave his best John Wayne impersonating voice, "Come on Darlin'. It's show time."