A/N: So, after updating yesterday, I decided that I should update today. :) And, because I did all of my freaking homework and am feeling good, I sat myself down and got to work on this. :) Oh, and Bones is on.

Thank you to all of the reviews I got yesterday. I feel I have to clear stuff up a lot, but I just wanted to let you know AGAIN that Noah is intelligent for his age. I have gotten reviews saying that Noah is understands a lot, but I've said before... he's intelligent. Very articulate. I think that is how you spell it. Oh well. As M E Wofford told me, it's my story. It's my view that is important.

I hope you enjoy this chapter. I did.

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Ziva was sitting at home with a cup of tea in her lap, wondering if McGee was still working on his report, when Daisy walked through the door. Noah wasn't behind her, and Ziva quirked an eyebrow. Daisy pointed to the half open door, and Ziva got up. She looked out the door, surprised to see Noah asleep in Tony's arms. She walked out the door, meeting Tony before he came any closer.

"I'll take him." Ziva said, and Tony placed the sleeping child into her arms. He watched as she kissed Noah's forehead, saying hello quietly. She then looked up at Tony, and her slight smile disappeared. She shifted Noah onto her shoulder, and Noah laid there limp. Tony knew he'd had a fun day, and Daisy had commented as Tony drove them back that Noah would sleep well tonight.

"Did you have fun?"

In any other situation, this question would have been phrased in a friendly manner. Now, though, Ziva asked with a clipped tongue, and a cold indifference.

"Yes. I did." Tony said, looking at Noah again. Smiling, he reached up to pat his back. Ziva moved at the last second, glancing towards the door.

"I think I should be getting inside. It's cold."

Tony glared at her, knowing she was lying. She was about to move away when Noah stirred.

"Wanna say bye to dad."

Ziva's eyes flashed between Noah and Tony. She didn't know when this had happened, but she was surprised. They'd been together a day, and already Noah was becoming attached to Tony. Ziva gave up Noah to Tony, and watched as Noah wrapped his arms around Tony's neck.

"Can we do this tomorrow?" Noah's little voice asked, looking at Tony. Tony looked at Ziva, who was conflicted. The wind blew a little bit, and Tony tightened his arms on Noah. He took his jacket and put it around his son a bit, hoping to keep him warm.

"I am not going into work tomorrow unless Gibbs' calls. I would like to spend the day with you Noah." Ziva said, feeling like someone on an American reality show. Jerry Springer came to mind.

"Okay." Noah said, squeezing Tony's neck before letting go.

"I had fun Noah." Tony whispered quietly, and Noah nodded.

"The swings were the best." Noah said excitedly, and Tony realized that he was completely awake now. Smiling, he patted Noah's cheek before handing him back to Ziva. Noah smiled up at Ziva before wiggling down onto the ground and running inside. That left Tony and Ziva on the walkway.

Alone.

Ziva shifted, feeling uncomfortable.

"He asked, about why I left. I didn't tell him everything, because… well, because I think he shouldn't hear it from just me. I think that, if it ever comes to that, we would tell him together." It came out as a partial mumble, but Ziva heard it all. She nodded.

"If it ever comes to that." She said quietly, her brain thinking about the possibilities. She had to be honest with herself; she had been thinking about talking things out with Tony. However, she'd quickly dismiss that thought as soon as it entered her brain.

"Ziva, listen. I am honestly sorry about all of this, but… I think for the sake of Noah we should try to talk. Other than cold remarks." Tony said.

Ziva took a deep breath, trying to calm the shaking of her hands. Nodding, she took a slight step forward. She looked up at Tony, deciding that she should just say it now.

"I agree. And I am sorry as well. However, things will not be all pandy dandy after one talk."

"Handy dandy."

"And I believe that this talk should come after the team gets some light spread on the subject."

Tony nodded, agreeing with her. He could see that she had ignored his correction, but he had a feeling she did it on purpose. Taking a deep breath, he decided this needed a handshake. Holding out his hand, he forced a smile. She took his hand gingerly, shaking it before letting go. She walked into the apartment quickly after that, missing the almost triumphant smile that spread across Tony's face.

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"You lied to me! How could you-how could you even think that lying was a good idea for one second!"

She shook her head, not knowing what to say. She honestly thought he was going to hit her, but she knew he couldn't do that. Not with what she had just told him. Looking up, she faced his anger head on.

"You lied to me! You have always lied! Everyone lies!" She yelled, and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, that's just great. Everyone lies, so you can fall right into step!"

There was a pause in their shouting, and Tony laughed.

"You once told me that you couldn't get hurt again."

"Don't." She said, tears threatening to well up, but he pushed on.

"And I decided that I would make damn sure that I wouldn't hurt you. That you could always trust me, and I wouldn't let you down."

"Tony-"

"No, listen!"

Ziva swallowed, her hands going to her stomach. She could feel herself shutting down, and as she put her hands on her stomach, she felt a little stability.

"I hoped you would do the same for me. I'd hoped you wouldn't let me down."

He looked at her, his eyes cruel and cold. It was almost too hard to look at. Ziva turned away.

"I love you Ziva. I trust you. I always have."

She flashed back to Israel, and putting a gun to his chest. She suddenly wondered if that would have hurt less.

"I did. Now, I don't know."

With that, he stormed to the door, and she found herself following him.

"Tony, wait." She sounded pleading, but she didn't care. She needed him to understand. She grabbed his arm, and he shoved her hand off. It stung a little.

"No. I'm done waiting for you Ziva. I'm done."

Ziva sat up straight, realizing that she woke up because her body was shaking with great intensity. She looked down at Noah, deciding that he wasn't going to wake. She got up out of bed, grabbing her robe and wrapping it around her. She walked out of her room and to the door leading to the small landing. She opened the sliding door and walked out. She grabbed the railing, letting the cold air whisk past her. She sighed heavily, smiling as she spotted Noah's tricycle. However, she frowned when her mind told her to stop getting off subject.

She could remember a time when she had daydreams about watching Noah (then just a bump in her belly) ride a bike while being chased by Tony. She could remember when her daydreams were bright, vivid, and happy. Shaking her head, she walked back inside. Looking around, she almost laughed.

"No. I'm done waiting for you Ziva. I'm done."


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