The iconic ding of the elevator made it's presence along with a flustered Ziva on the phone. "No no no, It's not you... It's just. Well, you know. These things run their course and, uh. Well, you, you must accept-"
"Personal call, David?" I interrupted.
She quickly covered the receiver of her phone to reply. "Yes, now go away" she hissed as she scurried to her desk.
"Somebody being dumped?" I continued to pry.
For a split second, you could see her inner debate. She covered the receiver again "How do you tell someone you no longer want to see them?" She wouldn't even look me in the eyes. Clearly, something is bothering her.
"Easy" I quickly snatched the phone from her, causing her to jump a little. "Listen dirtbag, this is Ziva's husband" I held my finger up to her. It should only take a second. "I have your phone number now, I can find your address. If you ever try to contact her again, I will reach down your throat, grab your intestines, rip them out and drive over your head! Lose this number or lose your life!" I snapped the phone closed, feeling a sense of pride. "Your welcome" I beamed.
She looked at the phone with a sick look "That was my Aunt Nettie, from Tel Aviv. She was trying to stop seeing her eighty-six year old mahjong partner"
A look of horror briefly crossed my face "Why didn't you stop me?"
"Too stunned"
"Where do I send flowers?"
She got up in my face, making me step back. "If you communicate with her again , I will kill you."
Sugar, spice, and everything nice. Clearly, they didn't know Ziva.