"You never wanted to talk about it then."
"Because I was afraid to."
"Why? You thought that I would judge you?"
"No. I didn't want anyone to overhear us."
"Oh, ok. So why do you want to talk about it now? I mean that was two years ago. You were a different person then."
A look of realization comes over Ziva's face. She smiles, "Abby, I didn't," she shakes her head.
"You didn't?" Abby stares at her, in a look of confusion.
"I didn't have an abortion, if that's what you thought."
"But you went to Israel, and..."
"I know."
"You lost the baby?"
Ziva shakes her head, "No."
"You were pregnant, and you went anyway?"
"Yes."
"That is..."
"Stupid, careless, reckless, idiotic, yes, I know."
"What brought this up?"
"Can I give you the short version?" she questions.
"Yes, I have a lot of work to do."
"I found out that the baby I thought was dead, wasn't."
"I'm going to need the long version."
"Um... let's see. I didn't lose the baby. I gave birth, prematurely, in the desert. She wasn't breathing. I lost consciousness, didn't wake up for seven days. I was told that she was a he, and that he was dead. I Found out the night before last, that she's alive."
"How did you find that out?"
"When I got a phone call in the middle of the night, and then he brought her to my doorstep."
"A call from who?"
"Um..."
"Tony?"
"Yes."
"He's..."
"Yes."
"And you didn't tell him?"
"No, not until last week."
"And?"
"He decided to go to Yemen, and make sure that what I was told was true."
"But it wasn't?"
"No."
"And now you... with... oh, wow... does Gibbs know?"
"Yes."
"What did he say?"
"Figure it out."
"That was it?"
"That was the bottom line."
"So how do you plan on doing that?"She shrugs, "I don't know."
"And Tony?"
"He seems, excited."
"Excited?"
"I know, I was surprised too."
"Where is she now?"
"With him."
"And you aren't worried?"
"Of course I am."
"I mean she's a baby. How old..."
"Nineteen months old."
"Does she understand English?"
"Yes. And Arabic. She speaks both. More English that Arabic."
"And she can say what she wants?"
"Yes."
"I can't imagine him changing a diaper."
"Neither can I," Ziva admits.
"Isn't she still in diapers?"
"No. She's potty trained."
"Isn't that a little bit, young?"
"She potty trained herself."
"Am I going to get to meet her?"
"Eventually."
"Does E.J. know about her?"
"I think that he told her, on the phone."
"How did that go over?"
"Not well."
"Have you seen her yet, today?"
"Yes."
"And has she spoken to you?"
"No I have been trying to avoid her."
"Ziva are you ok?"
"I... I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Yesterday I woke up, with a little girl. I don't know to do this. I don't know how to make it work. I mean it's complicated. Right now I am supposed to be here, and I am supposed to focus on the case, but how can I? Tony is at home with her."
"Is she ok with him?"
"She's fine with him, but she has very defined likes, and dislikes."
"Maybe you should call, and check in."
"I don't want him to think that I don't trust him."
"Do you?"
"I do, but... this is different."
"So call him."
"What if..."
"Just call him. Put your mind at ease."
"I already called him once today."
"When? It's only nine thirty."
"At five thirty."
"Did you wake him up?"
"He said that he was awake."
"And the baby?"
"She's still adjusting to the time difference. Her sleep pattern is all over the place. And she refuses to sleep in her own bed."