Tony walked into the squad room. He had just gotten out of the emergency room. He noticed that someone was sitting on the desk opposite him. He noted to himself that they were not sitting at the desk, but on top of it. The squad room was filled. Gibbs was staring at the girl sitting there and McGee was working away peacefully on his computer. The new girl, Bishop, was glaring at the girl sitting on top of the desk.
The girl was dressed in camouflage cargo pants and a white tank top. Her skin had an olive tone to it that was only too familiar. She had a cascade of dark curls falling down her back. They were neatly combed and contained in a beautiful way. Her light chocolate eyes were staring at the empty desk across from hers. Tony stopped in his tracks, taking a closer look at the girl.
She was young. She was probably only twenty or twenty-one, based on the way she looked. She was beautiful too. Her arms were toned and she was slender, with a great figure. She had a hard stare about her that was too familiar to Tony. He looked even closer.
She was sitting with her feet dangling in the air. She was definitely short. She was twirling an Israeli flag in between her forefinger and thumb; the same flag that Tony refused to take off the desk and the same flag that Eli David had given to his daughter a couple of years ago.
Tony forced himself to walk again. He went and sat at his desk and decided to get to work without saying anything about this, since the others were apparently not talking to this girl for some strange reason.
A phone rang. Nobody moved. Tony looked up just in time to see the girl across from him reach for her phone. Her face lit up in a too familiar way as she read whoever was calling her. She stood up from the desk and walked over to the window. She answered the phone.
"Shalom, achut," the girl said quietly.
Tony's face grew hard as he realized what she said. He had secretly learned Hebrew, because he had wanted to become closer to Ziva and now he was hearing Hebrew spoken in the squad room again. He was staring at the girl as were his coworkers. They merely recognized the language, but Tony recognized the word and what it meant.
"Yes, I am here already," the girl said in a voice that was laced with an Israeli accent, that again, sounded far too familiar to Tony. It was stronger than that of the last Israeli accent he had heard, but it was still very similar. Her voice, also was similar to the last Israeli that had stood in that squad room.
He couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, but he knew that whoever was speaking to her was saying a lot. He was growing curious about something for the first time in a while. For some reason, this girl peaked his interest in someway and perhaps it was because she was Israeli and speaking in Hebrew. Maybe it was because she looked nearly identical to Ziva. But, it could also be that she was talking to her sister on the phone while she spoke in Hebrew, was Israeli, and looked nearly identical to Ziva.
"Yes, I think now is the time. The last one just arrived. I believe I can identify which ones are which. This means I will know how each will react," the girl said into the phone. "I will talk to them. How are you doing?"
There was a short span of silence in which the team stared at the girl's back.
"I see," the girl said. "I told you, you should have come with me. I have been evading them for many years. Were they looking for me?"
There was another silence, which was longer this time with the explanation of whatever the answer to the girl's simple yes or no question was.
"If he comes around, do not trust him," the girl said quietly. "Do not tell him where I have gone and do not tell him that you have seen me. He is to know nothing. They do not deserve to know if I am alive or dead. I thought I had gotten them off my back when I chose my citizenship five years ago, already knowing what I wanted. I guess I was the lucky one, being born in America and all. I will call when they have been informed and update you. Shalom, achut."
There was a short moment and then the girl hung up the phone and stared out the window for another second before turning around to find four NCIS Agents standing at their desks and staring at her. She smiled at them and Tony could see a small dimple on her left cheek that Ziva didn't have. Maybe they weren't sisters at all, but maybe that one defining feature was what distinguished their differences in the end.
"Erev Tov, chaverim," the girl said and walked over, sitting down on Ziva's desk again.
"Good morning to you too," Tony said quietly. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"DiNozzo, be nice to our guest," Gibbs said quietly. "She has yet to answer me on those questions."
"I can answer you now, Special Agent Gibbs," the girl said. "Now that I have talked to her, which was the phone call I told you I was waiting for."
"How do you know my name?" Gibbs asked.
"I know who all of you are, because she told me about you and showed me your pictures," the girl said quietly. "I know that you are Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs and you are what she called a functional mute, though I did not know at first what she meant by that… she did explain. That is Special Agent Timothy McGee and he is excellent with computers and likes to play games on them as well and has many nicknames… the one she found funny was Elf Lord and she also explained that to me. And you are Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. She went into great detail about you, but I shall not say those details now. There is also an Abigail Sciuto who works with the forensics and a Donald Mallard, or Ducky, who is the person that cuts open the dead corpses."
"Dead bodies," Tony corrected and the girl laughed.
A/N - achut means sister; shalomis a greeting; erev tov is good morning; chaverim is friends.