Abby allows a moment of silence, to pass. Then she opens her mouth, to speak. She locks her eyes on Ziva.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Then why are you down here?"
"Gibbs sent me to see what you have."
"I see."
"What's that mean?"
"He was just down here."
"Oh."
"So what's wrong?"
"Everything," she replies.
"Everything?"
"I just, I don't even know what's going on, anymore. I feel like my entire life has turned upside down. I don't know how to deal with everything."
"You're overwhelmed?"
"I am... confused."
"What is there to be confused about?"
"Everything."
"Such as?"
"How can someone have any power over you, when they're dead?"
She shrugs, "If you let them."
"You're right."
"Who has any power over you?"
"I had a dream, about Saleem."
"He can't take her from you."
"I know that."
"You're afraid that you're going to lose her?"
"Yes," Ziva nods.
"And you're feeling a lot of emotions, that you don't know how to deal with?"
"Yes."
"Ziva you have to learn, to let go."
"I do not know how."
"The past, is the past. To move forward, you're going to have to let some of it go."
"I know."
"Ziva?"
"Yes?"
"You never told me how it happened."
"How he found her?"
Abby shakes her head, "How you wound up pregnant, with your partner's baby."
"It was not as if it was planned."
"I didn't think that it was. What happened?"
"The same thing that happened before."
"Before? You slept with him, more than once?"
"Yes."
"But..."
"Sometimes you just want to..."
"I understand, I just... you two never let on."
"I didn't want to talk about it.""Because?"
"Then it made everything real."
"It was real."
"Yes, too real."
"What do you mean, by that?"
"Sometimes the truth, is worse than a lie. Sometimes the truth can cause more damage, than a lie ever could."
"What truth?"
"It doesn't matter now. Everything has changed."
"Except how you feel."
"I..."
"You feel something for him."
"It was just sex."
"It was just supposed to be sex."
"It got complicated."
"But it got complicated, before you got pregnant, didn't it?"
"Yes."
"Because it was supposed to just be sex, but it wasn't. Was it?"
"Abby..."
"I mean you had his baby."
"I would have..." she trails off.
"Really? You would have, even if it wasn't his? You're really telling me that you would have fought as hard, if she was someone else's? What if she had been Michael's?"
"No. I cannot tell you that. I would like to, but I can't."
"Because it wouldn't be true."
"Things are never going to be simple. Things are always changing, and... I can't hold onto something, that I never had, that I can never have."
"Never is a long time."
"What do you want me to say?"
"That he hurt you. That you loved him, and him killing Michael, it changed things. You wanted more, but you walked away, because you didn't like the jealous side of him."
"I..."
"Have you ever stopped to wonder why he is always so jealous, of everyone you're with?"
"I have never understood."
"Maybe it's because he loves you too."
"He is my partner. He is just overprotective."
"I don't think that it's for the reasons you think."
"How do you know?"
"I just know. I know him, and I know you. Sometimes I wonder how long the two of you can dance around the truth, when it's staring you in the face. I think that it's time to face the facts."
"What facts?"
"That at the very least, the two of you have a child together. You chose to have that child, to fight for her. He traveled halfway across the world for her. You both love her. And part of you loves him..."
Ziva shakes her head, "No."
"Even if you don't want to. Even if you shouldn't. You do."
"I..."
"He's not just your partner, anymore. He's the father of your child. That means something to you."
"Abby.."
"Because once again, he has managed to show you a side of him, that you didn't know he had. Only, this time, it's a side that you like. A side you really like."