"Want another?" asks the bar tender. "Yea, sure why not," I respond. I take the glass and I turn in the stool that I am seated in and I lock eyes with a beautiful women that is standing across the dance floor from me. I get up and start to walk towards her. I get to the gorgeous women and I set my glass of liquor down to introduce myself, "Hello, beautiful. My names Anthony, but everyone calls me Tony." "Hello," responds the voice. "Wanna dance," I ask. The mystery girl nods and she leads me out to the dance floor. We start to dance together and soon we have been dancing for a while. I whisper in her ear if she'd like to get out of there. She giggles then nods. I then lead her off the dance floor and out the club. I call a taxi and I give him the address to my apartment. The cab starts to drive and I turn to the women that I was taking home and I say, "Hey, beautiful, you didn't tell me what your name was." She smiles and replies, "Ziva." "Ziva, I like that," I reply. Dang, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.
The next morning the only thing I remember is the name Ziva and the face that goes with the name. But there was no women in my house the next morning just a messy bed. I look over to my clock and see that I am late for work. I quickly dress in a gray suit and rush down to my car and speed to work. "Tony, you're late again," states McGee. "Thank you Mcobvious," I spat. "Dinozzo, McGee dead petty officer in Quantico, pack your bags," shouts Gibbs. I nod and run back to the elevator with Gibbs, before McGee can get there the elevator doors shut and he has to wait for the next one. We get to the house of the dead petty officer and the work is a little harder with only three team members. Not including Ducky and Abby. We split off and gather evidence, take pictures, take stories from witnesses. We wrap it up quick and we are back to headquarters and Abby has boxes of evidence to play with and Ducky has a dead body to talk to. McGee starts to go through all of the electronic stuff while I look up the witness and how they tie to the case. But I can't stay focused I continue to think about Ziva. Then Gibbs comes around and asks what we got. McGee and run to the screen and McGee talks about some bank accounts and other nerdy stuff that makes no since to me or anyone else for that matter. Then Gibbs looks to me and I say, "Don't have anything yet boss." Gibbs nods, though he is mad and drops a large stack of papers on my desk and says, "Look through these, we are looking for a new team member. Qualifications include being able to speak multiple languages and everything else that you probably can do too. Then Gibbs turns to McGee and says, "You continue on the case for now, but Tony your final choice will go through McGee and ME." I nod and Gibbs is gone.
I gather the papers up. I know how to do this I had a say in McGee, sorta. I take the first paper and look at the girl. She works for the pentagon, she speaks French, and, Spanish. Her name is Cathline. I put her name aside. I continue to go through the stack and none of them really catch my eye. I continue to sift through the pile then I see her, Ziva, her picture pasted to a info sheet in my hand. I quickly read through her paper and read that she is skilled in fighting and that she is from Israel. She speaks 30 different languages including French, German, Dutch, and Spanish. I set her profile on my desk and I drop the rest of the papers into my bottom desk drawer and I kick it closed before I take Ziva's profile to McGee to look over. I plop it onto McGee's desk and he says, "What is this Tony?" "It's a profile for you to look at," I reply. "You have a profile already," questions McGee. I nod yes and I say, "Just look at it McGee."