Tony: Someone wasn't hugged enough as a child.

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"You don't think it's odd that you just happen to become an assassin?" Tony offered as the two started down the elevator to head home.

"Things do not just happen Tony. What is meant to be, will be."

Tony smiled slowly. "What? You quoting clichés now?"

She glanced up at the numbers and willed them to go faster. "Why the sudden interest in my childhood?"

"Just curious. Never hurts to know more about your partner."

"You do not need to know whether I had training wheels or played hop scotch to have my six."

Tony agreed. "True. But if we ever have kids these are important things to know."

She laughed outwardly. "Please Tony; I would not have kids with you even if you were the last man on earth."

"Now, see, that's just selfish. The whole human race would depend on us, and you would deny them existence?"

The elevator doors opened and she stepped out quickly; only to realize they had parked near each other that day. "Let's talk about your childhood then…"

Tony picked up the pace. "Then again, the human race isn't that big of a deal."

She managed to catch up and reached for his arm before he got to his car. "What is it Tony?"

"Nothing."

She shook her head as she examined him. "It is not nothing. It is something. Why the sudden urge to talk about childhood?"

"I don't know, guess I got to thinking what kind of life that guy must've had to end up the way he did."

She sighed. "He was sick Tony. There is no clear cut reason."

"Maybe. But don't you ever wonder if we ended up the way we did because of our parents?"

She nodded. "Sometimes. But not often. I am who I am because of the choices I have made."

Tony noticed she hadn't let go his arm. "Like you choosing to cut off my circulation?"

"Oh," she removed her grip and smiled. "I am simply saying that though parents may have a great deal of influence, a child will go the way he or she chooses."

"Like you and Ari." But just as Tony said it, he regretted it. "Sorry, low blow."

She shook her head. "No, there is some truth to that."

It was silent for a few moments before Tony motioned toward his car. "So, wanna grab a drink?"

Ziva nodded. "Or two…"