"What information?" Tony questions.

"Stop! I want the truth. From both of you. Now!"

"Where would you like us to start?" Ziva inquires.

"I don't care, somewhere, would be nice."

"The first time I met her was about nine years ago."

"Neither of you ever mentioned this to me. Why did the two of you act as if you didn't know each other?"

"Neither of us wanted that. Neither of us wanted you to know. We did not want to... relive the past," Ziva admits.

"Keep going," Gibbs insists.

"I didn't ever think that I was going to see her again. One night she showed up at my apartment."

"You were pregnant?"

Ziva simply nods. "Somehow he managed to convince me to marry him."

"You really expect me to believe that the two of you can work together every single day, but you couldn't make your marriage work?"

"It's hard to make a marriage work, when you're the only one who wants to be in it," Tony replies.

"I didn't want to face him every day. I went back to Israel, and I sent divorce papers."

"What happened? That night?"

"She was a couple of weeks old. Ziva had gone back to work, and I was alone with her. I woke up in the middle of the night, to feed her, and..." Tony stops.

"Did you ride to the hospital with her?"

"The paramedic told me that there was really no point, but I couldn't let her go alone. I was supposed to protect her, but... I couldn't."

"Ziva?" Gibbs turns towards her.

"I could not stay. I did not want to face him. I did not want to play the blame game. I left because I knew that if I stayed one of us would end up killing the other one."

"Neither of you could have changed what happened."

"You don't know that," Ziva argues.

"So why did you come back?" Gibbs queries.

"One day I realized that I could not run forever. I knew that no matter how many lives I took, it would never replace the one that I lost. Nothing I could ever do made it any better. I knew that if I stayed there I was going to lose control. I was ready to snap. I wanted to hurt anyone who was even remotely responsible."

"Your father?"

"For expecting me to return to Israel two weeks after her birth. It was unreasonable. It was unreasonable for me to return. I came back, and I was full of hate, and anger. I saw Tony, and I just wanted to put a bullet between his eyes."

"So why didn't you?" Tony wonders.

"Because you weren't the person that I had created, in my mind. You hadn't done anything wrong. When I came back, I remembered what I saw to begin with."

"What's that?" Tony quizzes.

"That goofy grin. I knew that we were never going to be who we were, but... I knew that I could still count on you, and that meant something."

"Neither of you ever let on."

"I guess that I thought some things should stay buried," Ziva responds.

"And I couldn't be that person anymore. I didn't want to be the guy who put himself out there, and lost it all. Sometimes the past is too much to handle, so we try to pretend that it never happened."

"We have always been very good at pretending, but neither of us are that good."

"I still don't understand how the doctor pulled it off. We had never met him before," Tony remarks.

"No, but he had met her," Ziva reveals.

"How do you know?" Tony inquires.

"When she was born we hadn't chosen a pediatrician, he was working the day she was born. He signed her birth certificate," she responds.

"How do you know?"

"I looked at it."

"You have it?" he raises an eyebrow.

"No, I returned it."

"To where? I thought that I had it."

"You do. I broke into your apartment. I found a copy of her birth certificate in a drawer, in your room."

"Why would you break into my apartment?"

She shrugs, "I don't know."

"Ziver, call Mrs. Hayden, return her son to her. I suggest the two of you eat a good lunch, because it is going to be a long day. We have a lot of people to contact. We have thirty five other children to return to their parents."

They nod. "I'll help McGee make phone calls," Tony agrees.

An hour later Ziva stands at Victoria Hayden's doorstep. She raises her hand to knock on the door, when it opens. Victoria smiles at her, as she holds a carseat, and a diaper bag.

"Here he is," Ziva holds out the carseat.

Victoria takes the carseat, and sits it on the wicker couch, on the corner of the porch. She unbuckles the baby, and lifts him out. She holds the sleeping baby in her arms. She kisses his cheeks. She turns, and looks at Ziva.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

"You don't know what this has been like. I couldn't believe that anything happened to him. I... he was perfectly healthy. I guess it's a mother's instinct."

"I should get going, I have a lot of work to do."

"My husband called, he said that the DA offered him a plea."

"Yes."

"He took it."

"Good."

"You take for granted how precious life is, until you lose a child."

"Yes, you do," Ziva agrees.

"Agent David, do you have any children?"

"No," she replies.

"No? I would have guessed otherwise."

"And why is that?"

"The look in your eyes, when you gave him back to me. A look of understanding, that only a mother, would give."

"I had a daughter."

"Had?"

"She would be seven now."

"So you do know what it's like to lose a child?"

"Yes."

"Do you ever accept it? That your child is really gone?"

"No," her eyes fill with tears, "No matter what you try, no matter how much time passes, you never accept it."