A/N: I finally got this fixed. The problem was that I originally uploaded this chapter as 22. This is actually 23. I uploaded 22. 23 used to be 22. Now 22 is actually 22. Sorry for all the confusion. Hopefully when I add 24 it won't be such an ordeal. Thanks for your patience. R&R.

"How is it, that we already..."

"Are willing to sacrifice, anything, for her? How do we love her so much, when we just met her? I don't know."

"I don't even know how this happened."

"How she got here, to us, after all this time?"

"That too."

"Too? What do you mean?"

"I don't really even know how I got pregnant," she admits.

"They don't teach sex education, in Israel?"

"They do.."

"So why don't you understand?"

"Because, I was on the pill, and you..."

"I know. Things happen."

"You don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"When I was a teenager I had an ovarian cyst that ruptured."

"So?"

"I only have one ovary."

"I see. I guess some things are just meant to be."

"Tony..."

"Yeah?"

"We're going to have to get back to reality, at some point."

"I thought we were in reality."

"I mean, we're going to have to work together, every day. We have to be partners, and we have a child. I don't know what to make of that."

"Let's start at the beginning."

"The beginning?" she questions as she sinks into the seat, next to him.

"What happened, we never talked about it."

"I didn't think that we had to. It just happened."

"And, it kept happening."

"I guess, I just needed to be with someone that I trusted."

"When did you decide it would be ok, to cross that line?"

"I am not the one who decided that. You did."

"I did?"

"Yes," she nods.

"When?"

"The first time. Do you remember the first time?"

"It was after Jeanne. You tried to console me, but... you couldn't seem to make me get my mind off of her."

"There was only one other thing I knew to do, to get you to shut up. I never intended for it to go that far."

"But it did, and now here we are."

"Yes, now here we are."

"We have a baby. A little girl."

"I'm scared," she reveals.

"Of what?"

"Ruining her life. I mean... you and I, we can barely agree on who gets to drive the car. How are we going to agree on what's best for her? How are we going to do that, without arguing, in front of her?"

"We just have to try harder."

"I think that we're used to that."

"She's lucky, though."

"How do you figure?"

"Cause she's got you," he replies.

"How does that make her lucky? It puts her at a disadvantage."

"No," he shakes his head.

"No?"

"She has a mother, who would give her life for her, and nearly did. That is something. You love her, even though you don't know why, or how."

"She's lucky to have you," Ziva argues.

"Why would you say that? I am goofy, and..."

"She loves you. And, you refused to give up, on her, even when I had. You went halfway around the world, for her."

"I would do it all over again, in a heartbeat."

"Why did you go?"

"I needed to know the truth, for myself. I needed to be sure. It's not something that I was willing to have any doubt about. I just... something didn't feel right."

"Your gut?"

He smirks, "Yeah, I guess."

"I'm glad."

"You have to admit, we did good."

"What do you mean?"

"She's beautiful. And smart."

"That is true."

"I think that's more your doing, than mine. She gets that from you."

"From me?"

"Yeah. Who would have ever guessed that we would have gotten her? Out of all of the twisted around, ass-backwards situations that we've been in, how did we get her? I guess that through all the crap, somewhere in all the mistakes, and wrong turns, we must have done something right."

"I don't know how."

"But we did."

"Yes, we did."

"You look tired. You should get home, you have to go to work in the morning."

"I don't want to leave her."

"Then don't."

"I have to. She has to get used to the fact that she's not going to get to be with both of us. I want to stay, but I know that I can't."

"I don't want to spoil her, but it breaks my heart, when she doesn't get her way, and she makes that sad face."

"That face, she gets from you."

"From me? No, the look in her eyes, that comes with the face, that is all you."

"Me? I don't pout."

"Yes you do," he argues.

"I should get going."

"Are you going to call in the morning?"

"I don't want to wake you up. You can call when she wakes up."

"Ok," he agrees.