"Or what? Are you going to take my life?"

"Why are you here? What makes you think that you can walk in here, and have anything to do with her?"

"I am her father," he declares.

She shakes her head, "No, you are her sperm donor."

"And you are an egg donor, what makes you her mother?"

"It's more than blood. Maybe you wouldn't know about that, since yours runs cold."

"I am not who I have been made out to be. I did things... to save lives. I do not enjoy taking lives, but sometimes there is no other choice, you know that. Obviously, you are holding a gun to my head, right now. You're willing to kill for her, die for her..."

"What is your point?"

"I want a chance, a chance..."

"To do what?"

"To get to know her. I have done a lot of terrible, terrible things, but I would never hurt my own child, intentionally, or not. Like you, I am looking for a chance at redemption. I know that you don't like me, and that is ok, because I'm not asking you to. I am just asking you to give me a chance, to get to know her. I am her father."

Hannah's door flies open. She steps into the hallway.

"Hannah, go back to bed, please," Ziva begs, trying to shelter her daughter from the harsh realities of the world.

"It's ok," Hannah responds, stepping between Ziva, and Rimon. She takes her hand, and puts it on his gun. She lowers it. Ziva lowers hers, Tony keeps his weapon trained on Rimon. Hannah stares up at the tall, handsome, stranger. She opens her mouth, and begins speaking.

"There have been enough lives lost. This stops here," she insists.

Rimon stares at her. They all listen carefully.

"Look, I don't know you. You may be biologically responsible for me, at least in part. I understand that you want to know me, but I don't want to know you. If you care at all, you will respect that. I do not want to get to know you."

"I am your father," he replies.

She shakes her head, "No, that job is already taken. I don't care about what you've done. It wouldn't matter to me, if you were the greatest, wealthiest, nicest, person on this planet, I don't want you in my life. Please go. Please go, and don't come back."

"She's brainwashed you," he responds.

"No one has brainwashed me, many have tried, but, like her, I am too thickheaded. I do not easily accept the things that I am told. I may not always be right, but I know who I am, and what I believe. I'm sorry if you can't understand that, but... you have no choice. You've spent your whole life, doing whatever you wanted, doing whatever it took, for you to be, the person you are. Your whole life, has revolved around you, and maybe you think that being a father will change that, but if you aren't sure... there is no point in trying. I know that I am only eleven, but I understand how the world works. I know that even if your intentions are pure, and you truly do want, what you say you do, it still will not be enough. You will find a way to disappoint me. I have had enough disappointment for one lifetime. If you have any humanity, any heart at all, you will turn, and leave, and never come back. You will stay out of my life, because I am asking you to. I am happy, I have a family, and it doesn't include you. I don't need anymore upheaval. I need stability, which is what I have."

"You really want me to go?"

"You are not my father. It takes more than DNA, to be someone's father. It isn't just about blood. It's much more than that. You have a job, and a life, that doesn't include me. You will never be able to find a way to include me, and that is perfectly fine, because I don't want to be included. I already have a place. I already have a father."

He nods and smiles. He hands her a business card. "Take this. I doubt that you will ever change your mind, but if you need an organ, or something, you can give me a call."

"Ok," she agrees.

"Goodbye," he waves.

They step back, and he turns, and walks down the stairs. Tony follows him down the stairs, and bolts the door behind him. When he returns to the top of the stairs he finds Ziva with her arms wrapped around Hannah. Her head rests on top of Hannah's. Finally she lets go. She just stands in the hallway, and stares at her.

"What?" Hannah questions.

"How did you ever get to be so..." Ziva trails off.

"So, what?"

"Perfect?"

"I am not perfect. I'm just... me."

"How did you get to be so fearless?" Ziva wonders.

Hannah smiles, "I got that from you," she turns, and heads towards her room, "Night."

"Goodnight. I love you."

Hannah stops in her doorway. She stares at Tony, and Ziva.

"By the way, Tony had something important to ask you, before he found out I was being stalked."

"It can wait," Tony argues.

"But it shouldn't, definitely not on my account," Hannah insists.

"Hannah, I think you should go to bed," he smiles.

"I love you too," she quips.

He rolls his eyes, and smiles, as she disappears into her room.

"There isn't anyone else in your closet, is there?" he calls after her.

"Clear," she retorts.

He turns and looks at Ziva.

"Come on, let's get to bed. We've had a long day."

"What were you going to ask me?"

"It can wait," he contends.

She climbs into bed. He follows her. She listens to the noise of the house, around her. It was like a lullaby to her. The fan, the squeaking of the mattress, as Tony tries to get comfortable, the sound of the baby's breathing, as he sleeps, the sound of the rain on the window. Her lullaby is broken by the sound of a voice.

"Ziva?"

"Huh?"

"Do you ever wonder what we did, to get so lucky?"

"To deserve all of this?"

"Uh huh."

"Only every single day of my life."

"I mean, we have good jobs, enough money to pay the bills, a roof over our heads. There are to amazing, happy, healthy kids. And of course, we've got each other."

"How does she see things that no one else sees?"

"I just think that she's bold enough to tell people when they're being stupid, that's her gift."

"We are lucky."

"Do you think that we could get any luckier?"

"I don't know, did you play the lottery?" she jokes.

"I'm serious."

"I don't know, why? How could we get much luckier? We could get shot at less?"

"Not what I was thinking."

"What were you thinking?"

"I know there is no such things as perfection, but... I can think of something pretty close."

"And what would that be?"

He places a tiny box in her hand.

"What did you just give me?"

"Open it, and see."

"It's dark."

"It's sparkly, it'll refract the moonlight."

"Tony..."

"It's an engagement ring. I was hoping that you would do me the honor of becoming my wife, and making me the happiest man on the planet."