"I would never actually sleep with Gibbs."

"But it's crossed your mind?""Maybe," she shrugs.

"I just thought that if anyone would sleep with Gibbs, it would be you."

"I am curious, but... I don't want that headache."

Ziva cracks a smile, "No, you don't," she finishes the conversation, and leaves the room.

It's late, on a Saturday night. Miraculously they hadn't gotten a case. She finds herself standing on the other side of a familiar door. She raises her hand to knock, but just stares at it, instead. She hears footsteps, but stands frozen.

He pulls the door open. He looks at her for a moment. Clearly, there was something on her mind. He looks past her, at the rain coming down.

"Is there a reason that you're standing out there?"

"I was going to knock."

"The door's always open. And since when do you knock?"

"I don't know," she shrugs.

"Are you going to come in, or not?"

"I probably shouldn't have come."

"I wouldn't know, I don't know why you're here."

"There is something that I want to talk to you about."

"Then come in."

"I..."

"Come in," he insists.

She steps into the house, and follows him into the living room. He points to the couch, "Have a seat," he insists, walking away.

She plants herself on the couch. He walks into the kitchen.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"No."

"I've got some beer, in here, that's about it."

"No, I'm fine."

He comes back into the room, with a beer. He takes a seat on the other end of the couch. He looks at her, waiting for her to say something, willing her to speak. She stares at the coffee table, in silence.

"What's on your mind?"

"Why does it matter?"

"You're here, so it must be something important."

"It is. I probably should have tried to have this conversation, with you, sooner."

"What conversation?"

"About what happened."

"I see. I think that we both know..."

She cuts him off, "It was a mistake. It was stupid. It was bad judgment, on both our parts."

"So why do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because we have to talk about it."

"Because?"

"I never should have come here, that night. I shouldn't have allowed myself to drink so much. I..."

"Where is this going?"

"First off I'd like to apologize, for being such an idiot."

"You weren't the only one. A mistake was made, on my part too."

"I would like to think that we could pretend that it never happened."

"I can do that, if it's what you want."

"It is, but... I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not that simple."

"What do you mean? If you want to pretend that it never happen, then pretend that it never happened. Why isn't it that simple?"

"Because even if I pretend that it never happened, it's not true. It did happen, no matter how much I wish that it didn't. No matter how much I would like for it all to go away... I can't make it."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're my boss."

"I know."

"You're more like a father to me, than my own father."

"I can understand why that would be weird."

"No, you don't know the half of it."

"The half of what? Ziva what is going on with you? Why have you been acting so strange lately? Is it because of what happened? Are you feeling guilty or something? You have nothing to feel guilty about. It wasn't your fault. I was there too. I should have stopped it. I'm sorry that I didn't. Obviously it is affecting you, a lot more than I ever thought it would. I take the blame here. I was wrong."

"It's affecting me a lot more than I thought it would."

"What I don't understand is, why?"

"It has never bothered me before. I have made poor judgment calls with people I have slept with in the past, but this is different."

"Different how?"

"Because I have to work with you everyday."

"Do you want to be transferred? Is that what this is about?"

"No. I don't want to be transferred. I like being on your team. I like being at NCIS. I love my job, most of the time."

"So what is this about?"

"I..." her tone changes, "You know, maybe it's better that I don't tell you."

"Tell me, what?"

"I think that you're probably better off not knowing. I should go. I never should have come, in the first place. It was a mistake. This all, was a mistake."

"Ziva talk to me. What has you in such a rough place? This is not like you, at all. You haven't been yourself lately."

"That is because I'm not."

"Not what?"

"I am not myself, lately. I have too much on my mind, to be myself. I wish that I weren't like this, because it is driving me crazy. I don't feel like myself. I guess I will get used to it."

"Is there something wrong with you?"

"No, there is nothing wrong with me."

"So what gives?"

"It will go away, eventually, I think, I hope."

"What will?"

"This feeling?"

"What feeling?"

"That I let you down. That I betrayed my partner. That I screwed up so badly, that there is no fixing it. That I am going to rip the team apart. That you are going to hate me."

"Why would you feel that way?"

"Because I do. I want so badly to be happy about this, but I just can't. Not right now. I hope that I will be, eventually, but I'm not right now."

"Happy? About what? Ziva I have no clue what you're talking about. First you want to talk about what happened, and then you're going on about ripping the team apart, and betraying your partner, and how you want to be happy. I don't see where this is going. Does it all relate somehow?"

"I told Tony what happened."

"He feels betrayed?"

"Yes."

"Because?"

"He thinks that it should have been him, instead of you."

"Do you think that?"

"Yes."

"You're afraid that's going to tear the team apart? You're afraid that your feelings for him are going to tear the team apart?"

"No. Any feelings that I might have for him are on the back burner right now."

"They've been on the back burner for a while, don't you think it's time do something about them?"

"No, not now."

"Why not?"

"Because I..." she pauses, to take a deep breath, "I am pregnant. I am pregnant, and it is definitely yours."

"Oh."