As he pulls to the curb he notices his boss's car pulling away. He sighs, and grabs the bag from the seat next to him. His thoughts race as he makes his way to her apartment. When he reaches her apartment he stops, and stares at the door.
"It's open," she calls out from the other side.
He turns the knob, and pushes it open. He steps inside, and places the bag on the counter. He looks at her, as she pulls a dress over Zafirah's head. She carefully slips another one on the little girl.
"What happened?" he wanders.
"Oh, she just spilled some juice on herself."
"How did you know I was at the door? I didn't knock."
"You aren't very quiet."
"What do you mean?"
"I heard your footsteps."
"How did you know it was me?"
"We've been partners for nearly six years, I would more concerned, if I didn't recognize your footsteps."
"Zi?"
"Huh?"
"We need to talk."
"I know."
"I mean..."
"Not now," she warns.
"When?"
"Later," she answers.
"Later, when?" he inquires.
"When she falls asleep."
"Zi, I don't think it can wait that long."
Zafirah looks at Tony, and then to Ziva. She looks at her confusion. "Daddy, sad?" she asks.
"No," Ziva shakes her head.
"Mommy, mad?" she quizzes.
"No. We're just tired."
"Nap?"
"We're too old to nap," Tony answers as he approaches them. He reaches down, and offers Ziva his hand. She gets up off the floor. Zafirah stands between them. She takes a step forward, and wraps her arms around Tony's leg. She presses her head against the side of his leg.
He looks down at her. "And just what, exactly do you think you're doing?"
"Stay," she pouts.
"Stay? You missed me, while I was gone?"
She nods.
"I missed you too," he admits, as he peels her off his leg. He lifts her into his arms. She squirms, and reaches for Ziva. Ziva smiles, and takes her from Tony.
"Do you think that's normal?" Tony questions.
"You are asking me, about normal? How would I know?"
"I don't think it is."
"What do you want me to do about it?'
"I think that we should take her to see someone."
"Someone? Who?"
"Like a professional."
"Tony, she's fine."
"What if she's not? We need to take her to see a pediatrician, and a..."
"A what?" she cuts him off.
"Psychologist."
"Why?"
"Because she has attachment issues. What's going to happen when we go to work?"
"Now is not the time to have this conversation," she insists.
"I thought that I saw Gibbs leaving, when I was parking the car."
"You did."
"He was here?"
"Yes."
"He knows?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"And, what?"
"What did he say?"
"That we need to figure out what this means."
"Have you?"
"Have I, what?"
"Figured it out, yet?"
"No."
"E.J. called."
"Why are you telling me?"
"I thought that you'd want to know."
"I don't really care what you and E.J. do," Ziva admits.
"You don't? She certainly cares about what you and, I do."
"That is your problem, not mine."
"Ziva," he grabs her by the shoulders. She shoots him a look. He lets go, and takes a step back. He continues, "I told her."
"Told her? You told her what?"
"About Zafirah."
"And what did she say?"
"I don't know. She was upset, and I didn't really want to deal with her, so I hung up."
"You hung up on her? Why would you do that?"
"Because I was done with the conversation."
"You can't just tell someone, something like that, and then be done with the conversation."
"I just didn't want to have that conversation on the phone."
"What conversation? I mean what is there to talk about, really?"
"Really? We have a lot to talk about."
"We, as in you and E.J., or we as in you, and I?"
"The latter one."
"Like what, exactly?"
"The fact that we slept together, and never talked about. It was more than just once."
"I know, I was there."
Zafirah starts to squirm. Ziva puts her on the floor, in front of a pile of wooden blocks. She steps away. Tony follows her into the kitchen. Tony lowers his voice a notch, "And then there is the fact that you were pregnant, and you didn't tell me. And now we have a child, together. You are my partner, and we have a child, together."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Tell me why I shouldn't be angry at you."