"Answer my question."

"What question?"

"Have you ever slept with her?"

"I'm not going to answer that."

"Because you have?"

"Because it's none of your business."

"Excuse, me?"

"What did, or did not happen in the past, does not concern you."

"You're telling me that whatever happened in the past doesn't effect anything that is going on, right now?"

"E.J. you need to calm down."

"Calm down? That's not going to happen, until you tell me what is going on, between you and your partner."

"You want to know? You really want the truth?"

"Yes."

"I don't think that you do, but I'll tell you anyway."

"Then tell me."

"Ziva and I have a complicated relationship. She is my partner, we have been through a lot of things together."

"I don't care about what you've been through with her. I just want to know if you've ever slept with her."

"Yes. I have."

"You have? How long ago?"

"Um... about two years ago."

"And you're telling me that nothing came of it?"

"She went back to Israel, not long after."

"Why?"

"Because she could."

"What was her reason?"

"I don't know, maybe you should ask her."

"She won't tell me. She can barely stand to speak to me."

"You're going to have to learn to get along with her."

"Why?"

"Because she's not going anywhere. She isn't just going to go away."

"Why do you care if I talk to her, or not?"

"Because I don't want to be caught in the middle."

"How are you going to be caught in the middle? If you're not with her?"

"E.J. it's not that simple."

"Why not? What makes it so complicated? Why does what I think about her, matter?"

"I don't want to have this conversation over the phone."

"What conversation?" she questions.

"The one where I tell you the whole truth."

"The whole truth. What more could there be?"

"You don't want to know."

"Yes, I do."

"I doubt it," he replies.

"And why is that?"

"Because the truth is a complicated mess, that I have yet to make sense of."

"Just tell me. Why are you going over to her place, right now? Are you trying to piss me off?"

"No. I wasn't thinking about you, when I decided to bring back lunch."

"You weren't thinking of me?"

"E.J. just calm down."

"How can I calm down? You won't tell me what's going on," she raves.

"I'll tell you, but you aren't going to like it."

"Just tell me."

"I have been at Ziva's almost all morning. I just left, to get us some lunch."

She cuts him off, before he can finish, "So you were with her?"

"At her apartment."

"Why?"

"Because we had something that we needed to take care of."

"Ok, and how long is that going to take?"

"For us to take care of it?"

"Yes," she huffs.

"Probably another sixteen, or seventeen years."

"Excuse me? Is that some kind of joke? Because if it is, I don't understand."

"No, it's not a joke."

"So why would it take that long?"

"Because that is how long it will be before she's grown."

"Before who is grown?"

"My daughter."

"Your daughter? You don't have a daughter."

"Apparently I do."

"With Ziva?"

"Yes," he admits.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I just found out."

"She has been keeping her from you, all this time?"

"No. She didn't have her."

"She didn't have her?"

"It's a long story."

"So tell me the short version," she insists.

"She told me that she had been pregnant, with my child."

"When?"

"Last week."

"She was pregnant with your child, last week?"

"No, before she went back to Israel."

"Oh."

"And a lot of things have happened between then and now. I went to Yemen, to find out just exactly what happened. As it turns out, it wasn't what she thought happened."

"I..."

"I found out that our child, our daughter, was, is alive. I brought her home."

"This is unbelievable. You have a child, with your partner? I..."

"I've got to go. We can talk about this later."

"Wait..."

He hangs up the phone, and turns the car on. He pulls out of the parking space, and heads towards Ziva's apartment.