Ziva, and Gibbs help Ducky carry the body to the van. Gibbs explains the situation in a hushed voice, and reminds Ducky not to allow Tony to see the body. Gibbs returns to the crime scene, with Tim. Ziva goes back to the house, and finds Tony.
"What's going on?" he questions.
"It's classified," she answers.
"Why won't anyone tell me what's going on here?"
She motions towards the car, "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"There is someone you need to see."
"Who?"
"Just trust me," she insists as she climbs into the driver's seat.
Ziva pulls the car into the evidence garage. Tony is ready to bail out, when she locks the doors, before he can escape. He looks over at her, with a furrowed brow.
"You want to tell me what's going on?"
"Sometimes people lie to protect the people that they love."
"Ziva, I don't need any load of bs right now. Just tell me what is going on."
"Someone you loved left you, but not for the reasons that you think. It wasn't by choice, but necessity."
"What are you talking about?"
"And sometimes life has a way of changing in ways that we didn't even know were possible."
"Ziva, what the hell are you babbling about?"
"Some times we learn things that make us question everything."
"Just tell me."
"Tony you have a daughter," she reveals.
He laughs, "You really had me going. This has been an elaborate scheme. I'll give it to you. You got me this time."
The expression on her face remains unchanged. "Tony I am being serious."
His smile disappears, his face falls, and his stomach does a back flip, "What?"
"You have a daughter. She's six years old."
"How do you know this?"
"Because I have met her."
"But..." he tries to argue.
"Her name is Amelia."
"Where is she now?"
"With Abby."
"Why?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"One thing at a time."
"Ok," he nods.
"Do you want to meet her?"
"Yeah," he nods, hesitantly.
She unlocks the car doors, and leads him into Abby's lab. Ziva opens the door, and finds Abby working on an experiment.
"Where is Amelia?" Ziva questions.
Abby points at her office, "She's napping."
Ziva leads Tony to the window. Amelia is in Abby's office, asleep on a crash pad. She is covered with a blanket. The farting hippo is under her head. Tony stops in the window, and just stares at her in disbelief. After several moments of silence, arguably a record for Tony, he looks at his partner.
"How can you be sure?"
Abby interjects, "I ran the DNA. You're her father."
His heart skips a beat. His palms are suddenly sweaty, and he feels very uneasy. In fact he feels down right queasy. He pulls at his collar. He unbuttons the top button and pulls off his tie.
"I have a daughter? How did I not know? Why didn't I know?"
"She was trying to protect everyone involved," Ziva answers.
"I don't think she thought you were ready to take on the responsibility of a child," Abby adds.
"Who is her mother?" Tony queries.
"That doesn't matter, right now," Ziva answers.
"Where is her mother?"
Ziva shrugs, "I am sure that she is here, somewhere."
"Why am I just finding out about her, now?"
"Because her mother can't take care of her anymore."
"Why not?"
"I can't tell you that, right now."
"Why do I get the feeling that you're hiding something from me?"
"I am," Ziva admits.
"What aren't you telling me?"
"Tony just trust me," Ziva begs.
He looks through the glass into Abby's office.
"I want to, but you just told me that I have a six year old daughter. My head is spinning."
"Why don't we go get some fresh air?"
"Why?"
"Fresh air will help clear your head."
"But..." he tries to argue.
"I'll go with you," she insists.
"Ok," he agrees.
He leaves the lab with Ziva, and goes outside. Meanwhile, Amelia wakes up, and wonders into Abby's lab.
"Miss Abby when will Ziva be back?"
"Soon," Abby answers.
"Oh."
"Were you playing opossum in there?"
"Maybe," she smirks.
"Are you getting hungry?"
"Was that him?"
"You have to be getting hungry by now."
"Maybe a little."
"What were you thinking?"
"Twizzlers maybe?"
"Hm... I am partial to twizzlers too, but I don't think that's a very healthy lunch. How about a sandwich."
She grins, "I like sandwiches."
"I thought that you might."