Tony POV

The day had been spent trying to get a warrant for the hospitals patient files. Considering SecNav had ordered everyone to close this case as soon as possible, no one was being very cooperative. There was no rush on results, no 'favours' to speed up the investigation and the judge definitely did not want to hurry the process of getting us a warrant.

Ziva had left early for her doctor's appointment. Part of me wanted to be there – to be able to see my baby for the first time. But I had a job to do… leaving now wasn't going to do anyone any good.

By the time I got home, the sun had set. I walked into my apartment to the smell of chicken and feta couscous. Ziva had cooked it for me once before and – although it was not something I would have tried myself – I loved it. I wasn't aware she was coming over tonight, but I'd love the company.

"Hey, you are home right on time – dinner is almost ready. I hope you do not mind me being here, I just wanted to see you."

"I don't mind at all." I said dumping my bag on the ground, walking over to her in the kitchen. "Looks good." I motioned to the chicken strips, frying in a pan.

"It is just something I could quickly throw together. I thought you might appreciate a hot meal when you got home."

"I do, very much. Thank you." I kissed her cheek, then went to the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. "How was your appointment? It was at the George Washington University hospital, right?" I called out to her.

"It was just at my GP but he referred me to that hospital, yes. It was good. My doctor seems nice enough."

"I thought you could just use the doctor you already had?" I asked walking back into the kitchen.

"Ah, yes, but... Doctor Fife understands that after what happened to me in Somalia, there are certain things I would rather a female doctor handle. This being one of them."

"Somalia?" her face dropped when I questioned her. It became very clear that there was still a lot that I couldn't recall. This, for example. And this felt big. I tried to search every part of my brain for one tiny clue about what had happened, but I couldn't recall a single thing.

"That is not what is important right now, Tony." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small piece of glossy paper, handing it to me. "That one is for you to keep. I got given a few copies."

I looked down at the paper I held in my hands. For a moment I wasn't entirely sure what I was looking at. I stared for a few minutes before gathering my thoughts. I had no idea what to say, so I just went with the first thing that popped into my head.

"I'm no expert on these things but… isn't there only supposed to be one?"