"Why are you being so hard on me?"
"I am trying to understand why you are being so cold. Why are you distancing yourself from her? Why are you trying to pretend that it never happened? What are you so afraid of?"
"She is better off without me."
"You don't believe that. Tell me the real reason."
"You wouldn't understand."
"I am understanding."
"I can't be a part of the baby's life."
"Why not?"
"Because that involves me being a part of her life."
"Why does that bother you? You love her."
"I know."
Abby's eyes lock onto his face. "Oh."
"I love her."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Have you ever lied to someone you loved?"
"Sure."
"I can't lie to her. I can't pretend that I don't love her. If I have to do this with her... I just, I can't."
"Because you love her?"
"I love her, I am always going to love her. I just want her to be happy."
"You think that being a single parent is going to make her happy?"
"Finding someone that she loves, and loves her back, that is what I want."
"You love her."
"But she doesn't love me. Do you know how hard it is to work with her every single day, and know that I love her? And know that I hurt her?"
"Do you know how big of an idiot you are?"
"Why don't you tell me?"
"You really are dumber than I thought."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because she loves you too."
"You don't know that."
"Yes I do."
"How? Did she tell me?"
"Do you think she would have to?"
"Did she?"
"It isn't obvious to you that she loves you?"
"No. How would it be?"
"She's having your baby."
"So?"
"Do you see her having anyone else's baby?"
"I don't see anyone else offering her one."
"There are a lot of men in her past. You don't find it odd that she never had a baby with any of them?"
"Maybe she didn't want to."
"She didn't want to? Things happen for a reason."
"Things, what things?"
"You think that she's ever been pregnant before?"
"How would I know. It's not something I have ever asked her. Why does it matter?"
"She hasn't."
"So I have some sort of magical sperm or something?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"What's your point, Abs?"
"Maybe this happened for a reason."
"I doubt it."
"She is having your baby."
"You said that already."
"Right now she can't stand to be in the same room with you."
"And?"
"She's still having your baby."
"It's her baby."
"Not just hers, yours too."
"You think she chose to keep it because it's mine?"
"No, I don't. She would have kept it, no matter what."
"So why are you bringing it up?"
"She is infuriated with you right now. She is so angry at you that she can barely stand to look at you, but she's still having your baby. You don't think that's love?"
"For the baby, not for me."
"She loves you."
"No, she doesn't."
"She does," Abby argues.
"What makes you so sure?"
"She told me."
"She told you?"
"Yes," she nods.
"Ziva wouldn't tell you that. Not in a million years."
"Really? She's hormonal."
"So, that doesn't mean that she is a different person."
"Who do you think that she called when she couldn't get a hold of you?"
"You?"
"Me," she nods in confirmation, "She was scared. She wanted you, and only you, and she got me. She was scared, and she told me things that she never would have told me, but you weren't there. She needed you, and you weren't there."
"She doesn't need me."
"Don't you get it? She was scared, and vulnerable, and the only person she wanted to see, was you? No matter how angry she is at you, you are the first person she calls. You will always be the first person that she calls. She needs you, just like you need her."
"That's not true."
"Yes it is."
"No," he argues, "it's not."
"Like the sky needs the stars, and the moon, and the sun, she need you."
"Then why hasn't she ever said that?"
"Why would she? So you can hurt her again?"
"I would never do anything hurt her."
"You already have."