When she arrives Gibbs is waiting in the parking lot for her.

"Ziva I hope you can help me because we have nothing on this guy."

"Yeah I can help."

She tells him as they walk inside. She types something on the computer and then a picture pops up on the big screen.

"Who is that?"

"His name is Solomon Haviv. Most people know him as Hashim, which means destroyer. That's what he's best at. He's supposed to be dead, but he's not. And I know how we can catch him."

"How do you know all of this?"

"He was someone that I knew in Israel that was supposed to be dead."

"What made you so sure that he was dead?"

"It was my responsibility to make sure of it."

"How do you know it was him?"

"Someone saw him."

"Who?"

"One of the boy's at the daycare center."

"How do you know?"

"He told me."

"I didn't see you talk to anyone."

"Look the little boy who told me this is what... who Hashim is after."

"How do you know?"

"I can't tell that right now. Catch this guy and then I'll tell you. You just have to trust me on this one."

"Ok. What do we do?"

"I need a little boy."

"What for?"

"I need a decoy."

"Ok."

Jethro makes a few calls and finds a little boy.. Ziva takes them to her old apartment. She makes Jethro hide in the closet. Just as she had told him soon there's a knock on the door.

"Ziva, open up. I know that you're in there."

She doesn't say anything.

"Ziva open up."

She opens up and is staring Hashm dead in the eyes.

"Thought I was dead didn't you?"

"I hoped."

"Where is he?"

"Where is who?" Ziva tries to act oblivious.

"Alijah! Tell me where my son is. Now!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ziva lies.

"Where is he? Give him to me and I won't hurt you," he tells her as he points a rifle in her face.

"No."

"Give me my son. I want him, I'm not leaving without him."

"Why would I give him to you? Do you really think I would give him to you? Do you think I want him to be a terrorist?"

"Just do it."

A little boy comes out of the bedroom.

"Mommy?"

"Alijah go back to bed," Hashim grabs him. Ziva draws her gun.

"Drop the gun," Hashim demands.

"No."

"Do it or I'll shoot him," he tells her as her puts the gun to the little boy's head.

Ziva moves over to the window. He follows in order to de-arm her. She refuses to drop the gun. She points it in his face, and he puts his finger on the trigger.

"Are you going to shoot me with blanks again?"

"Not this time," she promises.

"Too bad," he says as he raises her gun to shoot her. She drops down to the floor and pulls the little boy down with her. His bullet flies. She covers the little boy's eyes and ears. Seconds later he falls. Jethro stands over his body. He throws a blanket from the couch on Ziva. She covers the little boy up, and walks out with him. The police come in as she comes out. The snipers from across the street lower their weapons. Jethro follows Ziva out. They ride in silence. They drop the boy off, and then head back to N.C.I.S. to get their cars.

"Who is he?" Jethro questions.

"Who?"

"The little boy? Who is the little boy supposed to be?"

"Alijah,."

"Alijah Ryan from earlier today?"

"No."

"Hashim's son's name is Alijah?"

"Yeah."

"Why did he think that you had him?"

"Because I do."

"I don't understand."

"When I was spying on Hashim I got too involved. I developed a personal relationship with him."

"He thought that you had his son?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I did. I have a son named Alijah."

"Where is he?"

"Right here," Jenny says from upstairs.

Jethro looks up and finds Jenny standing next to Tony. Tony is holding a sleeping little boy.

"I guess Tony told you," Ziva says.

"Yeah he told me. It's a good thing that you told him about Alijah. You're lucky that he's listed as an emergency contact and was able to pick Alijah up," Jenny declares.

"Yeah," she smiles.

"Why don't you two take the day off?"

"Ok," they say in unison.

They leave in separate cars. They finally get back home at two in the morning. Tony carries Alijah to his room, and lays him in his bed. Tony and Ziva take quick showers and then finally collapse in bed together.

"It's been an interesting day," Tony smiles.

"Yeah. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life."

"Me neither," Tony agrees.

"So you didn't tell the director about us?"

"No. I will soon enough. We will. When you're ready."

"Tony?"

"Yeah?"

"Abby knows."

"Knows what?"

"She figured out about us, and that I was pregnant."

"Oh," he says.

Ziva doesn't say anything. She sits up after hearing a noise.

"What is it?" Tony asks.

"I just heard glass break."

"I'll go," Tony rushes to Alijah's room.

"Sorry," Alijah says.

"What happened?" Tony sees broken glass on the floor.

"I broke the glass on my night stand. I knocked it over in my sleep. I was having a nightmare. Dad it was horrible. That man from daycare tried to take me away from you and mommy."

"You don't have to worry about that anymore."

"Why not?"

"They caught him."

"What if he escapes?"

"He's dead."

"Are you sure?" Alijah probes.

"Yes."

"Well can I sleep with you and mom anyway?"

"Yeah," Tony scoops Alijah out of his bed and heads for the master bedroom.

"What about the glass?"

"We'll worry about in the morning."

"Ok."

Ziva is relieved to find Tony carrying Alijah into the room.

"He just knocked over his glass," Tony says.

Alijah leaps onto the bed next to his mother.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?" she sighs as Tony crawls into bed.

"Did you get the guy at the daycare?"

"Yes baby."

"Why was he there? What was he after?"

"He was after a little boy."

"Elijah?"

"Well he thought the other Alijah was you."

"Why would he be after me?"

"Because... you know how mommy said that your real daddy was dead?"

"Yeah?"

"Well it turns out he wasn't."

"I thought he was a terrorist."

"He was."

"Didn't he go to jail?"

"Yeah."

"I don't understand."

"The prison he was in blew up. But some how he got out."

"So that guy was..."

"He was your real dad."

"No. I don't want him to be. He was a bad guy. Tony's my dad."

"I know."

"So what happened? Did he get away again?"

"No. He got shot."

"Oh. So he's dead?"

"Yes."

"So he's not going to come after me?"

"No," Ziva reassures the little boy.

"You don't have to worry about that Alijah. I'll protect you," Tony promises.

"Daddy..."

"What?"

"You promise?"

"Yeah son I promise. Now get to sleep. It's been a long day, and we're all tired."

"Ok. Before I go to sleep I have one more question."

"What?" Ziva sighs in exhaustion.

"Mommy are you having a baby?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"Because I had a dream that I had a sister."

"You didn't have a dream about that."

"No, but..."

"Your daddy told you?"

"Uh..."

"I told him that it was a secret," Tony clarifies.

"You didn't say I couldn't tell mommy."

"Alijah," Ziva says.

"What?"

"Goodnight," she huffs as she turns off the lamp.

"Night," he rolls over and kisses her.