He doesn't say anything. He waits for her to continue.
"I stayed in Israel, because I didn't think that I could trust the people, that I needed to. I didn't think I could trust Tony. I felt like he had killed Michael, in cold blood, and... that didn't fit with the person I knew. I didn't understand then. I was angry, because I thought of all the people in the world, that I could trust him," she begins.
"Keep going," he insists.
"You don't understand, do you?"
"Understand what, Ziva?"
"When we left for Israel, I already knew that I was pregnant. It wasn't something I found out while I was there. I had known, for a while. I just hadn't decided what exactly, it was that I was supposed to do."
"What do you mean?"
"Because I was pregnant, with my partner's baby."
All the color drains from Gibbs face. He doesn't say a word, he just stares at her.
She continues, "I thought that Israel was home, I thought that it was where I belonged. I thought that the mission I went on, was going to be easy. I never thought that it would turn out the way that it did."
"You went on that mission, knowing that you were pregnant?"
"Yes."
"That has to be the stupidest thing that you have ever done."
"Probably. I was only thinking about myself."
"Did Eli know?"
"I never told him. I don't think he did."
"Are you sure?"
"Why, would you ask that?"
"Because he's a cold-hearted, controlling, son-of-a-bitch. I don't think it would really matter to him. I mean he left you to die, in that desert."
"I know."
"How long did you know?"
"A while."
"A while?"
"Months," she answers.
"Months?"
"I..."
"What happened, out there?" he finally asks, "You lost the baby?"
"No," she shakes her head, fighting off the urge to cry.
"No?"
"I..." her voice is shaky, as she tries to answer, "I didn't. I went into labor, early. About ten weeks early, I think. I don't know exactly, because my sense of time, wasn't very clear. I had the baby."
"In Somalia?"
"Yes. I don't remember much. I remember having the baby, and not hearing anything. I lost consciousness."
"That is too early to survive, without any medical care," he comments.
"Yes," she answers with a pained look.
"So why did Tony bring you a little girl?"
She takes a deep breath, "Because the woman who delivered her took her to..." she trails off.
He puts the pieces together, "That is your little girl?"
She nods solemnly.
"You knew she was alive?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"DiNozzo, knew?"
"No. I told him the truth, very recently."
"And he went to find her?"
"He went to find the midwife, who delivered her. He wanted to give me peace of mind, I guess, that what Saleem had told me was true."
"And was it?"
"No, none of it was true."
"You, and Tony have a child, together?"
"Yes."
"Does E.J. know?"
"I... no, I don't think so. Why does it matter?"
"You haven't noticed?"
"Noticed what?"
"She's jealous of you."
"Jealous of me? Why would she be jealous of me?"
"Because of your relationship with Tony."
"My relationship? He's my partner."
"You slept with him."
"It didn't mean anything."
"The two of you have a child, together. That means something, don't you think?"
"I..."
"How are you planning on handling that?"
"Handling it? What do you mean?"
"Who is going to watch her, while the two of you are at work? Who is she going to live with? Who does she stay with, on the weekends, when you're off? Who are you going to call, when the two of you have to work overtime?"
She splutters, "I... I don't know. We hadn't really discussed it."
"Don't you think that you should? I mean it isn't a puppy that you can put in a cage while you're at work. You have to figure something out."
"I know."
"Ziva this isn't something you can take lightly. You have a child, with your partner. You have figure out what that means. You have to play the cards that you were dealt."
"Figure out what, what means?"
"Things are going to change."
"Change? Why does anything have to change?"
"Because the two of you, knuckleheads thought it would be ok to break the rules. Breaking the rules has consequences. Big consequences."
"That I don't know how to deal with."
"You're going to have to learn."
"How?"
Before he can answer they conversation is interrupted.
"Mommy! Mommy?"
"I'm coming," she answers. She heads out of the living room, and races into the bedroom.