He smiles at her. "No, but it could be."

"How?"

"Just let it happen."

"Let it happen? Let what happen? Tony you don't really want to be with me. You might think you do, but you don't. I am complicated. I am having Gibbs' baby. I'm pregnant. Why would you want to be with a pregnant woman? A pregnant woman who is having someone else's baby. You would have to be crazy to want to get involved in that."

"I am crazy."

"Tony..."

"No, don't brush this off. It's time."

"Time for what?"

"The truth."

"What truth?"

"I..."

"You what?"

"I'm..." before he can finish his thought the phone rings. She rolls over, and grabs her phone.

"David," she answers, "Ok. I'll see you there," she hangs up.

"I was saying..." he starts.

She cuts him off, "It will have to wait, we have a case."

"Oh."

"We can finish the discussion, when we finish the case."

"Yeah, ok," he replies in disappointment.

After their case wraps up he stops at a bar, to have a drink. He walks in and finds her at the bar. He smiles, and takes a seat next to her.

"Ziva, you're going to have to find a better place to hang out."

"What's wrong with this place?"

"It's not really appropriate."

"It is where you are," she points out.

"It's ok for me to be here."

"And it isn't ok for me to be here?"

"It's just weird."

"I am not drinking."

"I know that, but I just don't think that it's appropriate."

"And why is that?"

"Ziva, you're pregnant. You shouldn't be hanging out at a bar."

"It isn't like I am here to drink, or pick up a guy."

"Can we just go?"

"Go? Go where?"

"Somewhere else."

"Why?"

"Because there's something I want to talk to you about."

"Why can't we do it here?"

"Because I don't want to. Here is not the place to do it."

"Tony..."

"I'm not trying to be a jerk. Please," he begs.

"Ok," she agrees.

When she reaches her car she turns, and looks at him. "So where are we going, exactly?"

He shrugs, "I don't know. Where do you want to go?"

"Home," she replies.

"Ok," he agrees, "I'll follow you there."

"Ok," she huffs, climbing into her car.

When he gets to the door of her apartment he's panting. He pulls the door open, as he tries to catch his breath.

"Why are you panting like a dog?"

"Why did you drive so fast?"

"I always drive fast."

"I thought that you said you were going to stop."

"I said I am going to try."

"Why do you walk so fast?"

"I always walk fast."

"Did you have to take the stairs?"

"No, but I like taking the stairs."

"Ziva..."

She ushers him in, and directs him towards the couch. He takes a seat, and looks at her. She stands in front of him, with her arms crossed over her chest. He looks at her.

"Have a seat, please," he insists.

She carefully plants herself on coffee table, in front of him.

"I am sorry if I have been acting like a jerk about this situation. I..." he trails off.

"You what?"

"You're not the only one who has made mistakes."

"What do you mean?"

"I've made some too. I should have told you the truth, a long time ago. I should have been more mindful of what I was doing, and how it affected you."

"Tony what are you talking about?"

"I let you push me away, when I should have pushed back. I thought that I should give you time, and space, but that isn't what you needed. You needed someone to be there, and I wasn't."

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Because I think that you should know."

"Know what?"

"The truth."

"What truth?"

"I am jealous. Not for the reasons that you think, though."

"You're not jealous, because you wish it was you? You're not jealous because you have feelings for me? You're not angry at yourself, because you've never had enough courage to tell me the truth? You're not upset because you think that you're going to lose me? You aren't upset because you think that it's too late, that you've missed your chance? You think that I am not willing to give you chance. You think that I am not interested?"

"Ok, maybe you do know the reasons."

"Yes, I do. I don't think you know mine, though."

"You're afraid that it won't work. You're afraid we're too different to ever make it work. You don't want to take that chance, because you don't want to lose me, as a partner, as a friend. So, you're willing to never take that chance, if it means that you'll never lose me."

"Yes."

"I'm willing to take that chance," he admits.

She exhales, "Yes, but what I do not understand, is why. Why would you want to take that chance? On me?"

"I think that you know," he insists.

"No I don't. If I knew..." she chokes back tears.

"You don't know?" he questions.

She shakes her head.

"I guess I thought that it was obvious. I mean it seems to be obvious to everyone else, around us. I thought that it was obvious to you too."

"What is obvious?"

"Why I'm willing to take that chance."

"I don't know. Tell me."

"What I said in Somalia, it was true."

"You said a lot of things in Somalia, I cannot remember all of them."

"Yes you do. You know exactly what I am talking about. When I said that I couldn't live without you, I meant it."

"So?"

"You should know why."

"Then tell me. Tell me why you can't live without me."

"I love you."

"No, you don't," she argues.

"Ziva, I am telling you the truth. Maybe you are so jaded that you can't believe me. Maybe you just don't want to believe me, but it's true. I am in love with you."