She arrives at Tony's apartment at 2017. She opens the door to the apartment. She finds it unusually quiet. She tiptoes past the kitchen, into the living room. She finds the T.V. on. Tony is passed out on the floor. Zafirah lies on the floor next to him, snoring. She taps Tony's foot, with her boot. He opens his eyes, and looks at her.

"Hey."

"Long day?" she inquires.

"Mmhm."

"What were you watching?"

"Sesame Street."

"Since when do you watch Sesame Street?"

"I was trying to find something for her to watch, about animals, but the discovery channel is too graphic, so I decided we could watch Sesame Street, while we were waiting for you. She already had a bath, and brushed her teeth."

"What did you do all day?"

"We read some books. Then we went to the zoo. When after she ate, she fell asleep, so we came home. When she woke up she asked why we where the zebra's went. Then we played with blocks. After that, we colored for a while. She colored you a picture, of a zebra. She may be obsessed."

Zafirah wakes up. She looks around. She looks at Ziva, and then at Tony.

"Zebra," is the first thing she says.

"It's on your bed," he replies.

She gets up off the floor, and goes into her room. She returns with a doll tucked under one arm, and a zebra tucked under the other. She stops when she reaches Ziva.

"Hi, mommy."

"Hi," Ziva scoops her up, off the floor.

"Mommy? Go to bed?"

"You're ready for bed? I just got here."

"Sleepy," she answers.

Tony looks up at her. He smiles at her. "You know I really need to get a shower. I've still got some zoo funk on me. Why don't you go ahead, and put her in bed?"

"Are you sure?"

"You've been at work all day, and we got to play, and have fun. It's the least I could do. Make sure you tuck her in really tight though, I don't want her to escape."

"Ok," Ziva carries the sleepy toddler into her bedroom. Tony leaves the living room, and scurries off to his room to get clean clothes, and hit the shower.

Ziva flips on the lamp sitting on the stand next to Zafirah's bed. She gently places her in the bed, and pulls the covers over her. She just stares at her. Zafirah looks at her questioningly.

"Do you need something?"

"Book."

"You want me to read you a story?"

"Yes," she nods.

Ziva grabs a book of the stand, and begins to read. Halfway through the story Zafirah interrupts.

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"You stay?"

"Stay? I can't stay."

"You stay."

"Zafirah, I can't stay."

"Please."

"I have to go home. I need to go to work in the morning. You can stay here with Tony."

Zafirah looks at her, with a peculiar look on her face.

"With your daddy," Ziva corrects herself.

"No."

"No?"

"Want you."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"No," she shakes her head.

"Zafirah I think that you're getting sleepy."

"No," she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why don't I stay, until you fall asleep?"

She furrows her brow, in dissatisfaction. Ziva turns off the light. She sits on the floor, next to Zafirah's bed. Zafirah reaches out for her. Ziva holds her hand. Ziva stays in her room, until she hears Zafirah snoring. She carefully places the little girl's hand, on her chest. She kisses her cheek, and leaves the room. She leaves the door cracked. She finds Tony, in the living room, on the couch, waiting for her.

"She's out," Ziva reveals.

"I'm not surprised. We had a long day. She had a great time at the zoo. You should have seen her."

"I wish I could have been there."

"At least tomorrow is Friday."

"So.."

"I assume that you want her, for the weekend?"

"If that's ok with you."

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Have you talked to E.J.?"

"Does she have Rose, and her zebra?" He avoids the topic.

"Yes, I tucked them in, next to her."

"She's great, isn't she?"

"She's... perfect."

"I can't believe how amazing she is."

"I can't believe that she's here."

"It's... unbelievable."

"I think that we should make her an appointment with..."

"I already did."

"You don't know what I was going to say."

"I made her an appointment, with a pediatrician, and a child psychologist. For tomorrow."

"Ok."

"You're ok with that?"

"I have to be. It's what's best for her."

"Ziva?"

"Huh?"

"What if we aren't what's best for her? I mean neither of us know what we're doing?"

"Are you suggesting that..."

"No. We're just going to have to try harder, than other people, I think."

"Yeah. It doesn't help, how complicated things are."

"Complicated? They're not that complicated."

"You're with E.J., and you haven't talked to her. And..."

"You don't want E.J. around her?"

"Not right now. I mean she is just getting to know us. She is just getting used to us. I don't think now is a good time to introduce her to your girlfriend, or whatever she is."

"Ziva, she comes first. I have made a lot of mistakes in my life. I have made a lot of wrong choices. I am trying my hardest, to make all the right decisions, for her. I didn't have a great childhood. I want her to have a great childhood. I want her to be a happy, healthy little girl. I know that neither of us planned to have a child, not now, and not together, but we do. We have to make the best of it, for her. She needs us, and if I have to let E.J. go, then I will."

"You would really do that?"

"She's my daughter. I would do anything for her."

"Two weeks ago, you didn't even know that she existed. You didn't know that she was ever even an idea. A week ago, you didn't know she was alive. How can you be so certain?"

"She's my daughter."