"If you want to be angry at me, then be angry at me."
"You are supposed to convince me that I have no reason to be angry with you."
"Maybe, but..."
"But what?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because you should be angry with me. I am angry with me."
"Why?"
"Because I made stupid choices. I did stupid things. All of this, is my fault."
"Ziva..." he tries to reason with her, but she cuts him off.
"I don't want to hear it, Tony. You aren't going to convince me that I'm not to blame. Because, I am to blame. I am the one who didn't tell you I was pregnant. I am the one who chose to stay in Israel. I am the one who chose to go on that mission. I am the one who chose to trust all the wrong people. I am the one who nearly got her killed. I am the reason we thought she was dead. All of that, is my fault."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"That it was my fault? I thought that you knew."
"No, why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant? You knew for a while, before you left. How long did you know, before you left?"
"A while."
"Define a while."
"About two months."
"About two months? As in maybe seven, or eight weeks, or, more than that?"
"Closer to two and a half."
"And you never considered telling me?"
"I considered it."
"But you didn't. Why not?"
"I told you, already."
"No, you didn't. If you had stayed, you would have had to tell me, eventually. Or did you always plan to go back to Israel?"
"No. I didn't plan that."
"You would have had to tell me."
"I know."
"How long were you planning on waiting?"
"Until you started asking questions."
"You never thought of just telling me? I mean that has to be a load, to carry around. Especially since no one knew."
She looks at him, but says nothing.
"Someone knew?"
She nods.
"You told someone?"
"No. I didn't tell anyone."
"Who knew?"
"Abby."
"Abby? You let Abby know, and you didn't tell me?"
"I didn't let her know. She figured it out, on her own."
"I don't know why you thought you couldn't tell me."
"There were a lot of reasons."
"I just need one," he admits.
"I didn't want you to know. I didn't want you to be involved. I had already made my decision. I was going to do it on my own."
"You never had to."
"I didn't think it was fair."
"What are you talking about?"
"I wasn't going to ask you to make that decision. It wasn't what you signed up for. We both needed someone, then, and so we allowed ourselves to rationalize being with each other. It never should have happened. We weren't in a relationship. It was just sex. It was supposed to be no strings attached."
"Ziva, we made a child, together. You didn't sign up for it either. It just happened."
"You are telling me, that you really want to do this?"
"Do what?"
"This. This is a complete and total mess. It is going to be messy, and complicated, for a while. Are you really ready to be someone's parent?"
"No, I'm not ready."
"There are a lot of sacrifices that have to be made. I will understand, if you don't want to make them."
"Ziva, she's my daughter. Do you think that I am just going to walk away, because neither of us signed up for this?"
"I don't want you to do this because you feel obligated."
"You want me to do it, because I want to?"
"Yes."
"Ziva you didn't sign up for this either. No one is going to make you do this..."
"Make me? Tony, don't even go there. I will admit, I made some monumental mistakes, before, but... I am not going to walk away, from her."
"You're not scared?"
"Are you really asking me that? I am scared out of my mind. I am confused, and angry, and I'm not sure how to handle this. I am in shock, still, but I want to do this. I want her. I have always wanted her."
"Always?" he cocks his head.
"Since the second I found out about her."
"How could you be so sure?"
She shrugs, "I don't know, I just was."
"Ok."
"Ok?"
"Now we need to figure out how this is going to work."
"Yes, we do."
"We need to figure out a schedule, and..."
"I don't think now is the right time."
"Why not?"
Ziva looks past him, she points to the living room. He turns around, and finds Zafirah staring at them, in silence. She smiles at them. She turns around, and returns to her blocks. They each exhale, and join her in the living room. Tony kneels down beside her. Ziva pulls out her camera.
"Can I help?" Tony asks.
Zafirah shakes her head.
"No? Why not?" Tony questions.
"Fall down," she replies.