"What do you suggest that I do? Move in with Gibbs, and pretend to be a big happy family?"
"No, that never works. You have to find someone that you want to be with."
"That shouldn't be a problem... oh wait, I'm pregnant. Tony how am I going to find someone like that, pregnant? I have a hard enough time without being pregnant. No one is going to want to be with me. I'll never make it to a second date. How would that even go? I introduce myself, and go, 'Oh, by the way, I'm pregnant, with my bosses baby?'."
"I wouldn't do that."
"So explain to me how I don't have to do this alone?"
"I'll help you."
"You'll help me? You don't even like kids."
"It would be different."
"How?"
"Cause it would be your kid."
"Still it's not like you're going to..."
He cuts her off, "But I could."
"Why would you want to?"
"I would do anything for you."
"You're my partner, that would be crossing a line."
"Who cares about crossing lines? I think it's a little too late for that, now."
"Do you want to cross that line?"
"I wouldn't mind," he admits.
"You would be willing to..."
He cuts her off, "Yes."
"I didn't even finish."
"You don't have to."
"But I am going to have a baby. I am having Gibbs' baby. I..." she starts breathing rapidly.
"Slow down. Calm down. I know this is crazy. I know that you feel like everything is crashing down around you, but we'll get through this. We always do."
"What if I tear the team apart? What if what I did tears our team apart? I don't think I could live with that."
"That's not going to happen."
"You don't know that. Mistakes were made, people are going to take sides."
"Well I'm on team Ziva."
"But you're on Gibbs' team. If you have to choose... you shouldn't have to. Maybe I should just take myself out of the equation."
"What are you talking about?"
"I think that I should leave NCIS."
"And do what, exactly?"
She shrugs, "I don't know."
"You can't go back to being an assassin."
"I..."
"You're having a baby," he reminds her.
"I would do whatever I had to."
"Ziva?"
"Huh?"
"It's late, you should get some sleep," he suggests.
"Ok."
"I'm going to stay on your couch, if that's ok."
"Of course, it is."
"Good night," he smiles.
She climbs out of bed the next morning, and shuffles past the bed. She yawns as she reaches the doorway. She steps into the living room. Much to her surprise she finds her partner sitting on her couch, wide awake.
"You're still here?"
"You would have preferred that I slipped out while you were sleeping?"
"No I'm just surprised. Why are you awake? You know that it's only six thirty."
"Is this sleeping in for you?"
"Yes," she admits.
"Should I make coffee?"
"You can, if you want some."
"You don't want any?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"Why not?"
She shoots him a look.
"What? It's not like you can't have any."
"I know."
"So what's with the look?"
"I just can't stand the taste of it, right now."
"You're kidding right?"
"No."
"Then can I make you some tea?"
"No."
"No? Why not? You don't want any?"
"No."
"Ok. What do you want?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? Aren't you hungry?"
"No."
"Sick?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine."
"You're not feeling sick?"
"No."
"You're not just saying that?"
"No. I'm fine."
"You don't have morning sickness?"
"No."
"So..."
"So what?"
"What made you think that you were pregnant?"
"Nothing. There weren't any tell-tale signs."
"So how did you find out?"