"I think that you should get home."
"Is it past my bedtime? I guess that it is ten o'clock," she scoffs, looking at her watch.
"What I meant was, I would like to take you home."
"Why?"
"Because I think that I should."
"Why? I am not an invalid. I am perfectly capable of making it home, on my own."
"I know that."
"Then why are you offering?"
"Because I don't think that you really want to be alone right now. I think that you have been alone with this, for long enough. Tonight, you need a friend."
"The last time I needed a friend..."
He cuts her off, "What's the worst that could happen? You're already pregnant," he jokes.
"Do you ever consider that you should filter some things out, before you speak?"
"The thought has crossed my mind."
"And?"
"It seems like too much effort."
She gets up from her seat at the bar.
"Where are you going?" he spins around in his seat, in her direction.
"I thought that we were leaving."
"I don't know if I was done drinking yet, or not."
"You can drink at my place."
"Then how will I get home?"
"You can stay with me."
"Where? On your couch?"
She rolls her eyes, "Are you coming, or not?"
An hour later he stares at her, as she stares at the TV set. She doesn't look at him.
"Why are you staring at me?" Ziva questions.
"Sorry."
"I don't want an apology. I want an explanation."
"Sometimes I wish that things were easier."
She pushes pause with the remote. She places the remote on the coffee table, in front of her, and turns to face him.
"Easier how?"
"Less complicated. Why does everything have to be so complicated?"
"You're asking me? I slept with Gibbs. I slept with him, and now I am having his baby."
"Are you sure?"
"We've been over this. I am sure that I am pregnant."
"No, I meant are you sure that it's his."
"Yes."
"A hundred percent."
"Of course."
"There's no way that you could be off? Maybe you..."
"My math is not off. There are no other possibilities that are even remotely near the time frame."
"Ziva?"
"Huh?"
"Would you tell me?"
"I did tell you."
He furrows his brow, and shakes his head, "If it was me, instead of Gibbs, would you tell me?"
"I don't know," she shrugs.
"It would still be complicated, just not as complicated."
"I would tell you, eventually."
"Are you going to tell Gibbs?"
"Which part? That I'm pregnant?"
"That it's his."
"No."
"You can't keep that from him. He's going to figure it out."
"I don't... it isn't fair. I don't want him to know."
"Ziva?"
"What?"
"Why haven't we ever slept together?"
"I... you're my partner."
"He's your boss. Do you find me that repulsive?"
"No."
"So..."
"I don't want to ruin our partnership."
"He's your boss," he adds.
"I know. I made a mistake."
"Why Gibbs? I mean it could have just as easily been me."
"It was, almost."
"What?"
"I didn't know if she would be at your place, so I thought that it would be better to go to Gibbs."
"Oh."
"You seem disappointed. Are you disappointed? You do realize that I am pregnant, right?"
"I know."
"You still sound disappointed."
"Maybe, I am."
"Why would you be disappointed? You should be relieved."
"It's stupid, don't worry about it."
"Just tell me, I'm sure that it's not stupid."
"You just want to hear the reason."
"Yes, tell me."
"It was a dream that I had."
"A dream?"
"The first time I met you."
"What do you mean?"
"When everything with Kate, and Ari was going on. It was the strangest dream."
"About what?"
"I dreamt that we had a kid."
"You didn't even know me."
"I know, but I can still see her face, as plain as day."
"So are you going to tell me about the dream, or not?"
A/N: I would love to hear your feedback. How do you want this to turn out? I have an idea of how I want it to turn out, but I am open to suggestions.