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A/N: I am not Jewish, so please forgive me any small mistakes I may make regarding the customs, etc. I'm trying my best to be accurate. It was just too fun an idea to pass up!
December 22, 2008
Ziva rubbed her sleep swollen eyes as she stepped off the elevator. They'd caught a case late in the day and by the time Gibbs was satisfied that the crime scene was fully processed and sent them home for the night it was nearly sunrise. She only managed to squeeze in about three hours of rest before heading back to HQ. She looked up in surprise when she realized that one of her teammates was already hard at work.
"Good morning, Ziva." McGee's greeting was warm, if somewhat distracted as he offered a brief smile before going back to whatever was on his computer screen.
"Morning, Timothy. Hard at work, I see?"
"Yeah. Petty Officer Kemp's phone logs just came in."
"Ah. Any leads yet?"
"Nah."
"Guess I'll start looking into his records then."
McGee looked up at Ziva again. Both rolled their eyes as they thought of Gibbs, who they knew would be wanting answers the moment he set foot in the door.
Ziva turned back to her desk and shrugged out of her heavy pea coat and scarf. Next she slipped her gun from its holster and unclipped the badge at her waist. Pulling the desk drawer open, she was once again stopped short at the sight of a foreign object lying there. This time it was a small bag of chocolate coins, or dmei Chanukah as Ziva knew it. She stifled a small laugh of surprise. 'Guess I really did win the pot after all!' Carefully, Ziva tucked the little treat away in her bag. She knew better than to leave any kind of food in her desk, Tony would get into it the second she turned her back.
Her gaze fell on McGee as she straightened back up in her seat. His attention was still firmly on the luds in front of him. Ziva studied him silently, wondering if perhaps he was the one responsible for the presents. 'Hmmm.' He obviously would have been able to place the coins before she got in that morning. And come to think of it, she remembered leaving before him on Saturday evening. He could have placed the dreidel that night. She knew her 'evidence' was pretty flimsy, but she decided to keep a closer eye on him anyway.