"That is all you have to say?"
"Ziva, what do you want me to say?"
"Something, anything."
"I am assuming that you're going to keep it."
"I would not be telling you, if I was not."
"Ok."
"Ok?"
"I'm not really sure what to say."
"I certainly don't know."
"What do you want from me?"
"For you not to hate me."
"Why would I hate you? Ziva I don't hate you."
"But it was a mistake."
"The how, was a mistake. I will agree with that. The consequences, I don't think that was a mistake. I don't you think that either."
"No, I don't. You taught me to not believe in coincidence. Obviously there is something to be learned from this. I am just not sure what that is, yet."
"A lesson in humility, maybe."
"You know that I don't expect anything, from you, right? I am just telling you, because I thought that you should know. I have been putting it off for a while, but I was afraid that Abby would tell you."
"How long has she known?"
"Three days. I didn't think she would be able to make it through Monday, without telling you."
"You know that I'm not going anywhere, right?"
"How on earth is this possibly going to work? I mean..."
"We'll figure it out."
"How?"
"What do you want?"
"I want for things to be simple, and that is never going to happen."
"Sure it can."
"How? I am having your baby and..." she trails off.
"You're having a baby, with your boss, and you're in love with your partner. I can see where that could get complicated. Especially when you have to follow rules that keep you from acting on the feelings that you have for your partners. The same rules that you broke in order to be having a baby, with me. It's complicated."
"I know."
"Ziva?"
"Huh?"
"You have to live your life."
"That is easier said than done. I am pregnant, with your baby. Now is not the time to..."
"You have to get yourself together, before, you can do this."
"I don't know how."
"You shouldn't be here, right now. You don't want to be here, right now. You'd rather be talking to your partner."
"Yes."
"Then go."
"I..."
"Go," he insists.
She finds herself standing outside a door, on the other side of town. She doesn't hesitate to knock, this time. Instead she knocks. She hears footsteps coming towards her. She hears the bolt unlock, and the chain come undone. He pulls the door open, and smiles at her.
"Come in," he motions for her to come in, even though he's already in his pajamas.
She steps into the apartment.
"You look like you just have the life sucked out of you."
"I told Gibbs."
"Oh, and how did that go?"
"A lot better than I expected."
"So how do you feel?"
"Relieved."
"So why are you here?"
She smiles, "Because I want to be."
"You want to watch a movie? I was just about to sit down, and start one."
"Why are you already in your pajamas?"
"It's ten o'clock."
"On a Saturday night."
"I was hoping to have a date."
"In your pajamas?"
"I was hoping that you might stop by."
"That's why you've called me three times tonight?"
"I just wanted to make sure that you were ok."
"Do you think that I am suicidal, or something?"
"No, I just worry about you."
"Why?"
"Because you shouldn't have to go through this alone. I know that you've got a lot going on in your head right now. I mean you're pregnant. You're pregnant with Gibbs baby. I can't imagine what it must be like for you, to know you're pregnant, and then you add in that it's your boss's baby. That's just crazy."
"Life is crazy."
"I ordered pizza."
"Gibbs called?" she guesses.
"He said that you were on your way, and that if you didn't make it in fifteen minutes to send out a search party."
"It takes twenty minutes to get here."
"For a normal person. It takes you ten."
"I guess I should probably slow down a little bit."
"Why start now?"
"So I don't end up wrapped around the tree, with a baby in my backseat."
"I guess that is a good point. Gibbs would kill you, if that happened."
"I know."
"So where did you leave things with him?"
"Kind of up in the air."
"It's probably best that you give him time to process."
"How much time? I mean I have known for months, and I still haven't processed it yet. When is it going to sink in that this actually real?"
"I don't know," he shrugs, "Didn't seeing it make it any more real?"
"Maybe. But it's just a black and white picture."
"Doesn't it freak you out?"
"What?"
"That there is something inside of you. Growing, and moving, and all sorts of stuff? I mean it's kind of like an alien, or a parasite, if you think about it. That would be weird."
"That was so helpful."
"What do you want me to refer to it as? It doesn't really look like anything yet."
"Except a baby."
"But it's so small. It's like a little peanut."
"A peanut?"
"Yeah. I think I'll call it peanut."
"You're going to call my baby peanut?"
"Until you find out what it is."
"What if I don't want to find out what it is, until it's born?"
"Why would you want it to be a surprise? Do you have that much patience? I know that I don't. If you don't find out, can I?"
"Why would you need to know?"
"So I can come up with a name."
"You don't get to name it."
"You're no fun. So are you going to find out, or not?"
"We'll see."
"If it's a girl I was thinking Wonder Woman, and Batman for a boy," he jokes.
"I will make sure to put it on my list."
"Do you have a list yet?"
"No, I do not."
"Maybe you should start one. I'll get you a piece of paper, so you can jot mine down."
"Who says you get to have any input?"
"I do. If I don't you'll name him something boring like John, or Fred."
"Him?"
"Or her. You'll probably name her Ruth, or Emily, or something terrible."
"If it's a girl I'd name her after Jenny."
"And if it's a boy?"
"I don't know," she shrugs.
"You should think about it."
"Why?"
"Cause it's going to be a boy. Don't argue with me. I have a sixth sense with these things. I've never been wrong. It's definitely going to be a boy."