She wakes up, and looks around, trying to figure out where she is. After a few seconds she realizes where she is. She pulls off the blanket that is over her. She sits up, on the couch. She quietly moves across the room. She stops in the doorway of the bedroom.

He rolls over, and looks at her. She doesn't say anything.

"If the couch is uncomfortable you can sleep in here. I don't mind. Just stay on your side, and don't kick me."

"I..."

"You're too tired to argue, come on," he pats the bed.

She shuffles into the room, and gets into bed. She burrows under the covers.

"You were cold out there, weren't you?"

"Why do you keep it so cold in here?"

"I have to have it cold to sleep."

"You have four layers of blankets."

"I have to have it cold, so I can have four layers of blankets. My blankets have to weigh certain amount, in order for me to sleep."

"That isn't normal," she tells him.

"You're talking to me about normal? I think that's like the pot calling the kettle black."

"Maybe."

"Good night."

"Night," she responds, closing her eyes.

Hours later she wakes up, in her partners bed. She looks at the clock. She exhales, and rolls over. She finds Tony lying on his side, with his head propped up on his hand, with his elbow supporting it. He just looks at her.

"How long have you been staring at me?"

"I've only been awake for ten minutes."

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I was just thinking."

"Please tell me you were just trying to be quiet, until I woke up."

"No."

"Why were you staring at me? It's creepy."

"I was lost in thought."

"About what?"

"Nothing."

"It was something, or you wouldn't have been staring at me."

"I was just watching you sleep."

"Why?"

"Because I can."

"But it is not normal."

"You look peaceful when you sleep."

"So?"

"I was just trying to picture something, I guess."

"Picture what?"

"I was wondering if your baby will look like you, when it sleeps."

"Do I look like a baby?"

"No. I mean the way you sleep."

"Why would you think about that?"

"I don't know," he shrugs.

"I'm glad I don't know what goes on in your head."

"Ziva?"

"What?"

"Nothing, forget it."

"Forget what? You didn't say anything."

"I know, and it's best that way."

"No it's not. Just say whatever you need to say."

"I really don't like this."

"That I'm in your bed?"

"That you're pregnant with Gibbs baby."

"I think that we have established that."

"It wouldn't matter whose baby it was, I wouldn't like it."

"Because you're afraid that a baby will steal your attention?" she mocks him.

"No," he pouts.

"Because you don't think I should have a baby?" she guesses.

"No."

"Because you're afraid that I'll like the baby more than you?"

"No," he huffs.

"Then why don't you like it?"

"Because it's not mine."

"You have got to be kidding. What makes you think that I would want to have your baby?"

"You're having Gibbs baby."

"What I mean is, why do you want me to have your baby? Isn't that a little unusual? I am your partner. You shouldn't want me to have your baby."

"You're right, I shouldn't, but I do. I want you to have my baby."

"You don't even want kids."

"But if I were going to have one, it would be with you."

"Why?"

"Because you're pretty," he jokes.

"Stop joking around, and tell me the truth. Take off your clown mask for a second, and tell me the truth. What is really going on here?"

"I am selfish. I'm possessive. I want you all to myself. I don't want to share you with another man. I don't want you to be with another man. I don't want you to have another man's baby. I know it's wrong, but it's the way it is."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to be mine."

"I am yours. I am your partner. I am always going to be your partner. I think you should know by now, that you can't get rid of me."

"I don't want to get rid of you. I want you. I..."

"You what?"

"Why can't we do this? Why do we have to pretend that neither of us can see it? Why do we have to act like the thought has never crossed our minds? Why do we find excuses about why we can't do this, why we shouldn't do this? Why can't we ever just admit the truth?"

"Because once it's out there, we can never take it back, bad, or good."

"I don't want to take it back."

"Then say it."

"I want to be with you. I want you. I know that it's wrong. I know I am your partner, and we are supposed to have a professional relationship. I know that I am not supposed to have any feelings for you, but I do."

"I know."

"I just want you to feel the same. I want to stop pretending that I can't see what we already have, what we could have, if we wanted to."

"I know."

"So do something about it. I am tired of waiting."

"Why do I have to do something? Why can't you be the man? You do something about it."

"I am trying, but you don't make it easy. You show no emotion you..."

"What emotion do you want? Just tell me."

"Any emotion," he admits.

"I want you too. I am jealous of the women you date. You always pick ones that are all wrong for you. You pick women that it could never work out with, and sometimes I think that it is intentional. You want to tick me off. You want me to be jealous. You want to irritate me so much that I just admit..." she stops.

"That you admit what?"

"I wish it was me."

"You wish what was you?"

"I wish you were with me. I wish that the world was simple, and that was ok. I wish that you could be with me, and no one would care. That it wouldn't affect our jobs. I wish it was me, but it isn't."