She stares at him, in silence. He tries to read her expression, but the can't, so he interrupts the deafening silence.

"Say something."

"I don't know what to say."

"Anything."

"You want to sleep with me?"

"What?"

"Why else would you be telling me all of this?"

"I do want that, but it's not why I'm telling you this."

"Then why?"

"Because I have kept the truth from you, for too long. You know that. It was always there, but we both ignored it. We ignored it for too long. The things that I didn't say, that you didn't say, they were starting to come between us. I felt myself losing you."

"That is why, you were so upset when I told you what happened, with Gibbs?"

"I don't want to lose you, ever, to anyone.""You're not going to lose me."

"Do you really believe that? Sometimes I see the look in your eyes."

"What look?"

"That you want to leave. That you want to be able to just walk away."

"Yes, but not for the reasons you think."

"You don't miss being an assassin?"

"Not for a second."

"Why then? Why do you want to leave?"

"Leaving would be easier."

"Easier how?"

"Because then I wouldn't have to live with this everyday."

"Live with what?"

"I wouldn't have to work with you everyday, knowing that I can never have what I want to have."

"What do you mean?"

"You're my partner. You're off limits. I keep coming back to you. None of my relationships ever work out."

"I've noticed."

"Because they never measure up."

"You've got high expectations, I understand that."

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

"So enlighten me."

"They never measure up, because they're not you."

"What do you mean?"

"They can't measure up, because you are the person I am comparing them to. None of them are you. None of them are ever you."

"Me? Why do you compare them to me?"

"At first, I didn't even realize that I was doing it. Then once I realized, I didn't know why. One day, it finally hit me. None of my other relationships work out, because I don't want them to. I don't want to be with someone, who isn't..." she stops.

"Isn't what? Charming? Charismatic? Tall? Handsome?"

She cuts him off, "You."

"Excuse me?"

"I want you. Why do you think I left, in the first place? I knew that I could never have you. Knowing that, and having to work with you everyday, that was too hard. And I felt as if you had betrayed my trust, and I couldn't bear that. You were the only person in my life who had never betrayed my trust. I thought that I could trust you. I thought that I could count on you. What happened with Michael, it made me question everything that I knew about you."

"You can trust me, you can count on me."

"I know that, now."

"Why, haven't you said anything?"

"It was never the right time. There was always a reason not to tell you."

"You can tell me now."

"Tell you what?"

"The whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

"At first I really just wondered what it would be like."

"You mean what I would be like, in bed?"

"Yes, but after a while, it was more than just a curiosity. I needed to know. And somehow, knowing that I couldn't have you, made me want you more. But somewhere along the line it turned into more than just lust."

"Why do things always work out for us like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"At the worst, most inconvenient time."

"Tony, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what?"

"For everything. I'm sorry that I..." she trails off, as tears well up in her eyes.

"That you what?"

"I'm sorry that I slept with Gibbs. I wish, everyday, that I could take it back, but I can't."

He leans forward, and hugs her to his chest. "I know."

She pushes him away. "I wish that I could take it back, because I hate how much it hurt you. I never meant to hurt you. I..."

"I know. It's going to be ok."

"How? How is it going to be ok? I slept with Gibbs, who is more like a father to me, than my own father. I am having Gibbs baby, and I love you," she blurts out.

He looks at her in bewilderment. She stares back at him, in horror, of what she's just said. He allows a moment to pass, before he speaks. He smiles, and tucks stray hairs behind her ear.

"I know that this is a complicated mess. I know that this did not work out the way that you planned. I understand how hurt you are. I know how badly you feel, for what happened. And you're right, I was hurt. I was hurt, because I thought of all the people in the world, you should be able to trust me. I felt like you didn't trust me anymore, that is what hurt the most. Not that you slept with him, but that you trusted him more. I don't want you to feel bad about it anymore, though. I want you to get over it."

"Why?"

"Because you have to. Because I forgive you. Because I need you to. Because you need to, for your baby. You have to let it go, so you can do what's best, for your baby, what's best for you."

"How could you possibly forgive me? After everything I have done, after everything that I have put you through. How could you forgive me?"

"I love you, and that's enough of a reason."

"But you shouldn't."

"No I shouldn't, but I do, and no one can change that. Because like it or not, the heart wants what the heart wants."

"But it shouldn't."

"But it does."

"And what does your heart want?"

"You. It wants you."

"But..."

"No buts. It wants you. I want you. Regardless of the circumstances, I want you."