"Why didn't you tell me, what you were doing?"
"I didn't think that it mattered."
"Obviously it does."
"Yeah, it does."
"You just brought her home with you?"
"What else did you expect?"
"For you to leave her."
"Leave her? Why would I do that?"
"You don't know the first thing about kids."
"No, I don't."
"You're not good with them."
"Not usually."
"So what happened?"
"I saw her, and I knew she was mine, before I even got the test results back."
"Test results?"
"I sent a DNA sample to Abby."
"So..."
"She doesn't know. She thinks it's for an undercover case."
"So she's..."
"Definitely mine. I didn't have your DNA ran, but..."
"If she's yours, she's mine."
"Right," he nods.
"You..."
"I saw her, and she reminded me so much of you. She was just sitting on the floor, silently. She looked up at me, and I knew."
"How do we..."
"We should talk about this, all of it."
"What do you mean?"
"What are you feeling?"
"Confused. Uncertain."
"Me too."
"Relieved," she adds.
"Yeah, me too."
"Really?"
He nods, "Yeah."
"You're ok with this? Do you realize what is going on here? We have a child, together. A small child, that we don't know how to take care of."
"That's scary, but... I am relieved she's ok. I am relieved that she's safe. I am relieved that she's home."
"She's beautiful."
"She takes after you."
"I have no clue what I am supposed to do. Earlier, when she lost her doll... I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what to say, or do. You seemed to know exactly what to do. I don't know..."
"Because I've spent some time with her. Elise filled me in."
"Filled you in?"
"She doesn't like to have Rose out of her sight. She uses her pacifier, only when she's anxious, or really tired. She doesn't care about it, any other time. She calls her blanket Simba, after the lion. She doesn't like to wear shoes, or socks. She likes to read, and be read to. She knows some American sign language. According to Elise she was always signing mommy, and daddy. Let's see, what else? She potty trained herself. At fourteen months old she decided to use the potty."
"That isn't normal."
"She isn't exactly normal."
"So what exactly did you tell Gibbs?"
"That you wouldn't be in today."
"Why?"
"I didn't really elaborate. I figure he'll be by soon, to see what's going on. You know, just to make sure you're still alive, and not deathly ill, or something."
"What do we tell him?"
"The truth," Tony suggests.
"Which is what?"
"We have had sex a few times."
"A few?" she raises an eyebrow.
"Several times, and that you were pregnant when you went back to Israel. We'll explain it all to him."
"And when he asks what we are planning to do, what do we say?"
"What are we planning on doing?"
"We are planning on..."
"We're her parents. We don't have a plan, because we don't know what we're doing."
"What did you get, at the store?"
"Some things for her. Some food, a couple of outfits. I didn't really know what to get, so I just got enough to last for a couple of days, until we can figure that out."
"We? You think that I know?"
"Maybe she knows what she likes."
Ziva smiles, "If she's anything like you, I am sure that she does."
"Mommy?" a tiny voice calls out.
Ziva hops off the counter. She quickly makes her way towards the living room.
"Where are you?" Zafirah asks, sitting up.
Ziva stops next to the couch. She bends down, to Zafirah's level. She brushes curls out of her face. She smiles.
"I'm right here."
Zafirah smiled, "I missed you."
Ziva's heart sinks. She looks into the little girl's big eyes. She wraps her arms around her, smothering her in a hug. She holds her close, and runs her fingers through her hair.
"I missed you more," she admits.
"Daddy?" Zafirah calls out.
"Over here."
Ziva lifts her off the couch, and carries her into the kitchen. She sits her on the counter. Zafirah sits, and stares at them. She smiles.
"Hi," she waves at Tony.
"Good morning princess."
"Morning," she chirps.