He looks at her in bewilderment, unsure of what to think. He finds himself at a loss for words. She leans her head against the window. She sits cross legged in the driver's seat. She stares at him. She exhales, and finally begins to explain.

"The reason that I was so angry at you, was because you killed someone."

"You were angry because I killed someone?"

"Because I knew that you didn't do it to protect yourself. I know that you would have died, there. You would have let me come home to that. So I could make that call. You didn't want me to. You were angry. You didn't do it because you had to, you did it because you wanted to. You were jealous. You hated him. You hated that I was with him. I read the report, but nowhere in the report did it say how you felt."

"What does that have to do with the other thing?"

"Why do you always ask so many questions."

"I require a lot of answers. You didn't know?" he guesses.

"I knew."

"Then why did you stay? Why did you go on that mission? You knew that you were probably going to die. Why would you be willing to do that?"

"It was reckless, and stupid. Given the chance to do it all over again, I would. I would go back and take back all of the mistakes that I made that summer. I would do it all over again."

"Why?"

"So you wouldn't have to ask me these questions. You would know the answers."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"You never asked."

"I thought that I was crazy."

"You are crazy."

"I thought I was wrong," he clarifies.

"No, you weren't wrong."

"Wait, so if it wasn't Michael's... who else was there?"

"Jealousy is a very unattractive quality. I couldn't trust you."

"With what?"

"The truth."

"The truth? What truth?"

"You can't handle the truth."

"Don't quote movie lines, to me."

"You don't want to know. Some questions should remain unanswered."

"Why?"

"Because I don't think you really want to know."

"Ziva..."

She shakes her head. He looks into her eyes. She stares back at him, in fear. Fear? Why would she look at him in fear? She had no reason to be afraid of him. He would never hurt her. He looks again. Fear, and pain. Why? Why did he see fear, and pain in her eyes. What was she afraid of? What hurt that much? She should be able to tell him anything, so why couldn't she? What was holding her back?

"You."

He furrows his brow, waiting for her to finish the thought. She doesn't say anything else.

"I what?"

"That is the answer, to one of your questions."

"Which one?"

She shoots him a look.

"Me? What are you telling me? I am too tired to read between the lines today, Ziva."

"I was angry, because you shot Michael. I was angry because I thought you were different. You proved me wrong. You weren't different. You were just a jealous man, and... I have had enough of those in my life. You are the reason that I stayed in Israel. It wasn't that I didn't want to work with you. I just... I did not want to face you. I was afraid, of having this conversation. I was afraid that you would fly off the handle, so I thought it would be best, if you never knew."

A light-bulb goes off in his head. She looks at her partner. His green eyes look back, in disappointment. She sees the wheels in his head turning. She waits for him to collect his thoughts. Finally he finds enough words to come up with something, to say.

"You're telling me that you were pregnant?"

"Yes."

"With..."

"January 31st, 2009. We went for a drink after work."

"I remember. We didn't have that much to drink."

"You had three drinks, I had two," she recalls.

"Neither of us were drunk. We weren't inebriated enough to think that it was a good idea."

"No, we thought that it was a terrible idea, but... we did it anyway. And then we didn't discuss it, because... we both knew better."

"You left at the end of May. It was..."

"Four months later."

"You knew for a while, and you didn't tell me?"

"I don't know that I ever planned on telling you."

"Because there was never going to be a baby. Did you make that decision before, or after you went to Israel."

"I never made that decision," she admits.

"What do you mean? There is no baby. You made a decision and..."

"Not the one that you think I made. Four months, is a long time to wait. Too long. I made a decision before that."

"So you weren't pregnant when you went to Israel?"

"I was."

"Then you decided that you didn't want to be?"

"I didn't have an abortion."

"There is no baby."

"No, there isn't."

"I don't understand."

"I never intended to get captured."

"You're telling me that you knew you were pregnant? You planned on keeping the baby? You were never planning on telling me? And, you decided to go on that mission? You thought that it would be ok? You didn't think about putting the baby in harms way?"

"I was selfish. I was only thinking about me. I made a mistake. This is why I never told you. I knew what conclusions you would jump to. I knew how angry you would be. I made the wrong choice. I know that. I wish I could go back, and fix it, but I can't," she tells him in anger.

He stares at her red face. He notices that her eyes are full of tears. He swallows hard, and he finds himself afraid to ask her the next question.