McGee and Sarah were in the squad room. Ziva walked in, surprised to see Tim's younger sister there. "Oh! Hey Ziva! You remember Sarah?" Sarah waved. "Hello Sarah. How have you been?" she asked politely. "Pretty good, thanks. You?" Sarah replied. "Fine, thank you."
~Later that night~
"Hey Ziva!" McGee called. "Yes McGee?" Ziva acknowledged with a smile. "Can I ask you a question?" he asked. "Go ahead. Anything." she said, ready to answer anything McGee asked her. "What was it like to have a brother?" Tim asked. Ziva froze, and her smiled faded away. "It was harder. More difficult to deal with than my sister." Ziva said. She did not notice that she mentioned Talia, but McGee did. "Your sister? You have a sister?" he said with a slightly astonished face. A sober look went over Ziva's face. "Had. Tali. Well actually 'Talia.'" Ziva said quietly. "What do you mean? Did she-?" McGee began. But Ziva cut him off, "Yes, in a Hamas suicide bombing. She was only sixteen years old." "Oh my gosh Ziva," McGee apologized, "I had no idea." Ziva grinned to reassure him. "It is okay…Cherish your sister Tim. You're lucky to have her. She is very nice." McGee smiled and said, "Not really. She's just nice to characters from 'Deep Six.'" Ziva and McGee laughed and said good night to each other.