The NCIS building was just getting ready to close down for the night. Not that the agency actually ever had no agents on duty; someone was always ready. Be it Agent Gibbs, sleeping peacefully at his chair in the bullpen, or some hacker from the sub-basement, there was always someone ready.
Before leaving for the night, Ziva David always made it a habit of checking her messages before she left. Because it was a Friday night and the team had no open cases, she was hoping that tomorrow she could do whatever she pleased. While doing this evening ritual, she found a message from McGee on her desk phone.
"Hi Ziva. I know tomorrow is a weekend and you're probably busy but could you stop by my apartment in the morning? Thanks." Ziva looked puzzlingly at her phone. Why would McGee want to see her at his apartment in the morning? She shook her head, and walked towards the elevator doors.
The Next Morning…
Three loud knocks sounded on the brown door of Timothy McGee's apartment. Then he remembered that he had left Ziva a message the night before. He had just woken up, and having a pair of pants on wasn't the first line of business, so he went scrambling around to find a pair of pants. Once he finally located a pair of khakis from his dresser, he answered the door.
"Uhhh…hi?" McGee said, still finishing the pants maneuver.
"Hello McGee. You left me a message last night. I was passing by here to go get some breakfast to get some lunch, and decided to kill two stones with one bird." She said.
"I think you mean two birds with one stone." He said, correcting her. Ziva, even after having been in the United States for years, couldn't nail the finer points of the language.
"Yes, yes." She said, waving him off.
"So, what do you want?" She said.
"Well…umm…I want you to train me." He said, quite hesitantly.
"In what ways?" She responded, surprised.
"Y'know, your Mossad training! Tony doesn't need it, as he's well…Tony, but I do."
"I'm not a qualified trainer McGee-"I know, it's not official. Just you helping me become a better agent." McGee cut in.
"I don't know…"
"Please?" He was almost begging now.
"Fine fine." She said.
"Thank you." McGee started smiling.
"Just give me a second to get some things." He said, closing the door and moving back inside. Once the door was closed he finally got his pants squared away, put on a belt, and grabbed an acceptable shirt. He also grabbed his knife and his weapon. Then McGee headed out the door.
When the two of them were walking towards McGee's Porsche, Ziva asked a question.
"Do you happen to know where Gibbs lives?"