"That was unforgettable," he admits.

She smiles, "So was the sex."

"It always was."

She glances at him, and then continues going through the pictures. She flips through more pictures of them, and pictures of Eden. She reaches the end, and looks over at him.

"There is one missing."

"No," he shakes his head, "It's too big to fit in the box."

"You know what I am talking about?"

"I usually do. You're talking about the one that was in her nursery, right?"

"Yes," she nods.

"I couldn't fit it in there."

"You got rid of it?"

"No."

"You still have it?"

"Not here."

"What do you mean not here? Where is it?"

"Um..." he hesitates.

"Tony?"

His head turns. He stares into her eyes. Without a word he gets off the bed. He climbs back onto the floor.

"Can you move your legs please?"

She lifts her legs off the floor. He climbs back under the bed, and gets into the safe. He pulls something out, and then closes the door. He stands up, and holds out his palm. She studies the metallic object in the palm of his hand. Her fingers carefully lift the key from his hand. She scrutinizes him as he stands in front of her.

"What is this to?"

"My heart," he jokes.

"Be serious."

"Are you really sure that you want to know?"

"I wouldn't ask, if I didn't."

"It is to a storage unit."

"A storage unit? What do you have to store?"

"Just some stuff. Some old furniture, and a couple old..." he trails off.

"Old furniture? You have had the same couch as long as I've known you. We bought it together."

"Because you said the other one was lumpy."

"You had it since college."

"True."

"I would even guess that you have the same mattress."

"No. I got a new one."

"So what old furniture do you have, in storage?"

"They go with the picture I've got."

"What picture?"

"The one you said was missing."

"You still have it?"

"I have it all."

"You still have all of that stuff?"

"I could never bring myself to get rid of it. I knew that I didn't need it, that I would never use it again, but... there are some things you just can't part with."

"I had my signature notarized. Why did you say that I didn't?"

"To see how you would react."

"Why?"

"Because the truth is, I never had mine notarized."

"Why not?"

"It wasn't intentional, but once I had realized the mistake... you were so far gone that I didn't think it mattered. I thought you were never coming back. I didn't think I would ever see you again. I had always planned on being a bachelor for life, so it didn't matter."

"We are still technically married?"

"Yes, but we are legally separated."

"Why didn't you..."

"I wasn't ready to let you go."

"Then why did you let me go?"

"What was I supposed to do? You left in the middle of the night."

"You shouldn't be such a sound sleeper."

"I know that. What did you want me to do? Chase you to Israel?"

"I don't know," she shrugs.

Their conversation is interrupted by her phone. She pulls it out of her pocket, and looks at the screen. She furrows her brow, and looks to him.

"Do you know anyone who would be calling from the area code 505?"

"505, is... New Mexico. Who do we know in New Mexico?"

"It is probably Sarah."

"Sarah who?"

She shoots him a look. She answers the phone. "Hello?"

"Is this Agent David?"

"Yes."

"This is Sarah."

"Hello. Are you calling to talk to Eden?"

"No, if she wants to talk, she'll call."

"You don't expect her to?"

"She has her own way of thinking about the world, she always has. She thinks I stole her from you, it will take her a long time to get over that. I was just calling because I thought that you would like her medical records."

"Yes."

"Where would you like me to fax them?"

"NCIS."

"Agent Gibbs left me the number."

"Is there anything I should know about?"

"She is allergic to anything that stings. She has an epi-pen, which she brought with her. She knows how to use it. That is the only health issue she has ever really had other than a few colds, and a broken arm."

"From what?"

"Falling out of a tree, twenty feet off the ground. She's always been a daredevil. She started climbing when she was three. She still hasn't grown out of it. I packed up some of her stuff, that she'll be wanting. I shipped it out last night."

"Where?"

"Agent Gibbs left me an address, to ship it to."

"Oh."

"It's just a few things. Some of her clothes, some photo albums, some of her school papers, some of her toys, and Daisy."

"Daisy? Who is Daisy? A dog?" Ziva begins to panic.

"Oh, no. Daisy is not a who, but a what. Daisy is what Eden calls her blanket. She usually only needs it when she is upset. You should know that you must wash it only when she isn't home. She gets upset about it being laundered. I'm not sure why, maybe because she doesn't want it to fall apart."

"Is there anything else I should know?"

"You should braid her hair at night, it keeps her from twirling it."

"Twirling it?"

"When she gets stressed, or upset, she will twirl her hair at night. She hasn't done it for a while, but her environment has changed, so she might. Let's see what else. She will not eat cabbage, for any reason. She hates cauliflower, and raisins. Other than that she isn't picky. She was started karate two years ago, I sent her stuff, in case she wants to continue. She also plays soccer in the spring. I sent all of her school records. Oh... you should know she is in the third grade, even though she is only seven."

"Why?"

"She started reading when she was two and a half. When she started kindergarten the teacher suggested that she be sent to the first grade. She's a smart kid. She is very particular about her schoolwork. She will sit down every night as soon as she gets home from school, and do it. You won't have to remind her. She might ask for help with science, it is the only subject that she struggles with. Of course struggling for her, is a B+."

"Anything else?"

"Never let her around puppies."

"Why? Does she do..."

Sarah cuts her off, "No. She is great with animals. They all love her. She will make you feel terrible. She will make you feel guilty."

"What is wrong with her having a dog?"

"She won't want just one. She'll want to bring them all home. I suggest that if you want to keep that from happening you invest in a membership to the Zoo, and an aquarium. She's a great kid. I wish you the best of luck."

"I am..."

Sarah cuts her off, "Don't be sorry. I am the one who took her from you, not the other way around. If I had known... but... I didn't. Give me a call if you need anything."

"Ok."

"Goodbye."

Ziva hangs up the phone.