It was quiet day in the bullpen, almost abnormally quiet. It lacked the ringing of phones and buzz of computers. No case, and more questionably, no Gibbs. McGee was in the lab with Abby, no doubt helping her with something, and Tony sat with Ziva in the bullpen. In wake of the boredom, Tony decided to teach Ziva the inner workings of American Football.

"I still do not understand why they call it football, you use your hands, not your feet!" Ziva said, shaking her head slightly.

"That's not necessarily true Ziva," McGee says, having just heard her statement when he exited the elevator. Abby was right behind him, nodding in agreement.

"It's true," the goth says, "you can kick a field goal."

"I do not understand," Ziva says, "I thought you only had to get the ball to a certain...yard? Yes, that's it, Yard. I don't recall there being goals."

Tony and Abby both sighed and shook their heads a bit dramatically, "Looks like we need to take you to a football game." Abby says.

Tony grinned, "Or we could play a good old game of tackle football."

Ziva raised an eyebrow, "Tackle football? Is there another kind of football?"

"Flag football." McGee answers from his desk, not looking away from his computer.

"The bossman told me he played in high school," Abby says, grinning, "Speaking of which, where is my silver fox?"

Tony shrugged, "Haven't seen him, which is very un-Gibbs like."

Abby shrugged in return, just as the familiar ring of the elevator reached their ears.

To their surprise, it wasn't Gibbs, who always seemed to have the impeccable timing of showing up when he was the topic of conversation. But no, instead bright red hair stepped out. Two heads of red hair. Twins, in fact. Two redheaded twin sisters.

"Ziva!' One of them exclaimed.

Of course all attention was directed at Ziva, whose eyes widen in surprise.

"Girls," she said, rising from her seat, "What in the earth are you doing here?" She asks.

"I think you mean 'what in the world', not earth. And can't we just drop in to say hi to our dear friend?" The other one says, placing her hands on her hips.

"No, you can't."

"And why can't we?" the second one said.

Ziva let out a frustrated sigh, "What are you doing here?"

The second twin went to answer once again, but her sister quickly cut in, "We're here to see Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

And on cue, Gibbs had stepped out of the elevator.

"I heard someone wants to see me?" He says, taking a sip from his coffee.

The two quickly looked at each other, nodding, then the first one stepped forward, "Is there a place I could speak with you, alone?"

Gibbs looked at Ziva, who didn't offer a change in expression back. The redhead crossed her arms, obviously becoming impatient. Gibbs turned and headed towards the elevator, and the girl followed.

Once inside, Gibbs flicked the switch, and the girl didn't look surprised. It was almost like she expected it.

"Talk." He said.

The redhead leaned against the wall, "I'm Ivy, my sister's name is Iris. We were sent here to deliver some information you might find interesting."

"Yeah?"

"Seven years ago, Director Jennifer Shepard died in a house fire, only it wasn't a house fire she died in, was it? Yes, I know all about that. It was a shooting in California, but you see, thats not quite the truth either." She looked down to her shoes and bit her lip, then back up at Gibbs, "You see, Jenny Shepard isn't really dead."