"It wouldn't be?"
"I would never be with you, or anyone, just because she was having my baby. That isn't a good enough reason. I want to be with someone, because I love them."
"So now what? We go our separate ways?"
"Is that what you want?"
"Tony, what do you want?"
"I want you."
"Excuse me?"
"I want you," he repeats.
"You want me?"
"Yes," he nods.
"No, you don't," she argues.
"That is another reason that I was relieved you're not pregnant. It gives us time to figure out who we are, and where we stand, before we drag an innocent bystander, into the situation."
"You know that I never expected a relationship out of this."
"You don't want one?"
"That isn't what I said."
"So do you, or not?"
"We're partners," she reminds him.
"I know."
"And Gibbs would not like it."
"I don't care."
"I will try to push you away, and shut you out."
"You always have. Have you been successful, with that?"
"No, not really."
"It's your move," he tells her.
"It works when there is no definition, but if there is a definition, will it?"
"I don't know. The only thing we can do is try."
"And if it turns out terribly?"
"We'll always have a funny story to tell."
"We work together. Everyday. We depend on each other."
"I guess that means we just have to make it work."
"I guess."
"So, Ziva, tell me what it is that you want, exactly."
"I want you."
"That's my line."
"What I want, is simple. I do not have some grand picture made up in my mind. What I want is not complicated, and it doesn't require a whole lot from you," she prefaces.
"So tell me, what do you want?"
"I want to go to sleep every night, knowing that I'm going to wake up next to you. I want to wake up with you every morning, and know that no matter what the day brings, when I go to sleep, it will be next to you."
"Done," he smiles.
"Done?"
"Yes. I can do that."
"So if you're going to be with other women, it will..."
He cuts her off, "You don't have to worry about that."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to be with other women. Do you want to be with other men?"
"No."
"And if you did, you would tell me?"
"Yes, you would do the same?"
"Yes."
"How do we handle Gibbs?" she wonders.
"I think we should just tell him, up front."
"You are going to tell him?"
"No, I thought that you would."
"Why?"
"Because you're scarier than I am."
"Why don't we tell him, together?"
"We could do that," he agrees.
"Ok."
"Ziva?"
"Yes?"
"If you want a baby, we can work on that, when the time is right."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want to have a baby?"
"Yes," she admits.
"With me?"
"Yes," she nods.
"Now is not the time."
"I agree."
"When the time is right..."
She cuts him off, "What if it's never right?"
"Good point. Once we have settled into this relationship. When we know who we are, and where we stand, and we're comfortable with that. Then, we can work on a baby."
"Do you really mean that?"
He smirks, "Who else is crazy enough to want to have a child with me?"
"I don't see anyone lining up," she retorts.
"Exactly."
"Are you sure about this?"
"About us? Or about the baby?"
"Either, both."
"I'm certain of one thing."
"What is that?"
"I would do anything in the world that I possibly could, to make you happy."
"Why?"
"Stop asking why."
"I have a hard time understanding things, when I cannot know why."
He pushes her hair behind her shoulder. His palm cups her face.
"Because I love you," he reveals, "and that is the only reason that I need. Now do you understand?"
She smiles, "Yes."
