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Tony stared at where Ziva was sitting, an intense frown settling on his face. Ziva, for her part, had her eyes glued to the computer screen. Ziva glanced up at him to catch him staring at her.

"If you frown like that, you will get lines." Ziva informed Tony, grinning lightly.

Tony glared at her. "I don't have lines!" Tony defended himself, shocked. Ziva relaxed slightly as Tony became distracted by her insult and stopped staring at her, in that intense way.

"I do not know Tony," Ziva broke into his thoughts, "You are coming up to… how old now? Thirty-five was it?' Tony instantly opened his mouth to protest.

"I'm only thirty-one, thank you very much Zee-Vah." Tony drew out her name, enjoying the way it rolled off his tongue.

"And without a job if you don't get that paperwork done DiNozzo." Tony winced as Gibbs entered the bullpen.

"Right Boss, yes paperwork, on it Boss." Tony told him, fixing his computer with an intense stare.

"No case then Gibbs?" Ziva spoke up hopefully.

"No," Gibbs answered briefly before standing up and leaving as quickly as he arrived.

"I'm bored Ziva," Tony whined.

"Stop whining Tony," Ziva answered, also standing up. "I am going for coffee," Ziva informed him. "Want one?"

"No thanks," Tony replied, holding up a cup, "I'm all set."

"Okay, I will not be long." Ziva said as she walked towards the elevator. "While I am gone do you mind…" But what ever Ziva was going to say died on her lips, forgotten as the elevator doors opened to reveal a young woman. Tony frowned and craned his neck to see what or who had made Ziva forget what she was going to say.

He was surprised to see a young woman, about twenty five years of age, stepping out into the office. She had pale, icy blue eyes, and long red hair done up into a hasty bun with wisps falling out. Her skin was white, without a hint of a tan to be seen. She wore jeans that clung to her in all the right places and a long turtle neck jumper that covered most of her skin, despite the fact that it was still fairly warm. The woman fixed Ziva with an intense gaze.

"Ziva David?" She asked questioningly, with a hint of an accent and surprisingly, she pronounced Ziva's last name correctly.

"Yes?" Ziva asked, her voice barely audible. The young woman seemed to be begging something with her eyes, which were glued to Ziva's face. She switched to another language as she spoke, to stop any nosy colleagues from hearing.

"Ziva, where is my husband?" Tony watched as Ziva's face paled at the other woman's words and Ziva throw out an arm to the nearest chair to steady herself.

"You do not know?" Ziva asked in English.

'Know what?' Tony wondered. Once again the young woman spoke in the other language, which Tony had placed as Hebrew. "Where is Ari? Where is my husband?"


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