"Give me some guidance."
"Guidance? What do you need guidance for?"
"You have a child, with your partner."
"I know that."
"That creates issues, don't you think?"
"What issues?"
"Between us. Between the two of you."
"How does it create issues between the two of us?"
"You lied to me."
"When?"
"You said you didn't have feelings for her."
"E.J..."
"You slept with her. You have a child with her. You obviously had feelings for her, at some point."
"You're way off base, here."
"Am I? I think you still have feelings for her."
"She's my partner."
"That doesn't mean that you can't have feelings for her."
"Look, right now, my priority is that little girl," he points to the bedroom.
"The little girl you have with your partner?"
"Are you jealous?"
"You spend an abnormal amount of time with her. Now you have a kid with her, and you spend even more time with her."
"Wow! You are unbelievable."
"How?"
"E.J. I have had fun, but I don't think that I can do this anymore. You're too jealous. You're too immature, to understand."
"Excuse me? I am not the one who has a child, with my partner. I am not the one who refuses to admit that I am in love with my partner. Maybe you're just too hard-headed to admit that. You have feelings for her. You have always had feelings for her. You, and I were never going to work, because you're always going to have another woman. You might not be sleeping with her, but... she's the one you want."
He doesn't say anything.
"I bet that you even thought about her, when we were together."
"E.J. just stop. You're making yourself look like a fool."
"No, you're doing that. I thought that I had finally found someone who understood. I wanted something easy, and I got this."
"I'm sorry, that this is more than you bargained for."
"You don't want this to work, do you?"
"I don't have the time to make it work, right now."
"I'm glad that I know how you really feel."
"It has nothing to do with you."
"No, it has to do with Ziva."
"No this isn't about her, either. It's about my daughter. If you don't get that, then there's the door."
"Goodbye," she turns, and storms out of the apartment, "I hope at some point you'll be able to admit the truth. Good luck."
"Daddy?" a voice calls out.
"In here," he responds, as he locks the door, behind E.J.
The bedroom door opens, and Zafirah comes out.
"Good morning, princess."
"Daddy?"
"Huh?"
"Mommy?"
"She's at work."
"No."
"She'll be over to see you, later."
"I want mommy."
"Baby girl, she's at work."
"Mommy, mommy, mommy."
"You want to see mommy?"
"Yes."
"Then you need to go get your clothes, so you can get dressed."
"No."
"No? Don't you want to see mommy?"
"Hungry."
"You're hungry? What do you want?"
She turns her palms up. He scoops her up, and carries her into the kitchen. He opens the cabinet, and pull out two boxes of cereal.
"Cheerios, or Chex?"
"Cheerios."
He grabs a plastic bowl, and pours some cheerios into it. He hands it to her. He grabs a sippy cup, and pours some milk into it. He carries her into the living room, and sits her on the couch.
"Eat your breakfast, and I'm going to go get dressed."
She nods. When he comes out of his bedroom, he finds her empty bowl, and half-empty sippy cup sitting on the coffee table.
"Zafirah? Where are you?"
"Daddy?" she calls out.
He goes into her room. He finds her looking in her drawer.
"What do you want to wear, today? The purple dress, or the red one?"
"Purple."
He pulls the dress out, and hands it to her. He gives her a pair of matching leggings. He helps her peel of her pajamas, and put her clean clothes on.