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POV Gibbs

I left the file for our mystery girl to study. I would never admit it, but having someone so young look so comfortable in an interrogation room, then stare at the photos of two murders with so much interest, creeps me out. My emotions must have been playing across my face because when I walked over to Ziva, who was still standing by the window, she looked at me knowingly.

"She is an unusual child. Even some adults are too afraid of you to resist, but she just bit her mouth and bared it."

I corrected automatically "bit her tongue, Ziva"

"That's what I said" Ziva responded.

"Did Abby ever get a hit on the identity of this girl?"

"No, but we have to call her something."

"She's never going to tell us."

"Not when you are scaring her half to death. Any ideas for what to call her?"

"Maybe you should try getting something out of her. And while you're at it, why don't you and Abby come up with a few names to call her for now, I'm getting tired of calling her 'her'. You two would come up with the best girl's names."

"If I tell Abby about this girl, then she's going to want to meet our little mystery child."

"How does Abby not know about her yet?" I asked, totally confused.

"I did not mention to Abby that she was a child."

That makes sense. note to self: don't tell Abby how old the girl is, I thought. I studied the girl in interrogation room #03 once again. The... sleeping... girl in interrogation room #03. How she could sleep at such a time as this was a mystery to me, but there she was. Her head, now, resting on the table. Her breathing even. Her face, where it wasn't covered by a curtain of hair, was relaxed. No thoughts made themselves plainly visible for others to read like a book.

"Start working on what you're going to tell her, I want your questioning to be more successful than I was" I said quietly and walked out of the room.

POV the girl

I woke up to the sound of someone opening the door. I gotta stop doing that I thought to myself. I opened my eyes and lifted my head from the table. Note to self: interrogation rooms are not the best place to take a nap. The woman who walked in the door had dark tan skin and straight black hair tied back in a high ponytail. I knew exactly who this was as soon as I saw her. Ziva Davids, ex-Mossad. Assassin. I knew she could kill me at least seven different ways with a pencil if she felt like it. I went absolutely still. Ziva must have seen the difference in me because she started studying me harder.

"Hello, my name is Ziva. What is your name?" She asked and leaned comfortably on the table.

Silence.

"If you will not tell me your name then what am I supposed to call you?"

Silence.

"Why were you at the Danver's house yesterday night?"

Does she really think she is going to get anything out of me?

"Why are you covered in bruises?"

Why I have these bruises and why he gave them to me are none of your business I thought. I must have done something to alert her because she watched me intently, trying to gather information.

"Do you like these photos?" She changed the topic and gestured to the file on the table. "They are going to cost you several years locked away so I hope it was worth it to you. Do not think you will get off the hook just because you are young. However, if you decide to cooperate with us, you may get a lighter sentence." Ziva coaxed. She continued to talk to me and ask me questions for a while, I couldn't tell for sure because there was no clock in the room. When she finally got up and left, I had successfully and thoroughly annoyed with my behavior. Truth be told, I was glad to be done with the questions, but now that she was gone, I didn't have anything to do. That's really not a good thing, as I have ADHD. Staying still while Ziva was in the room was easy, with 'try not to threaten the assassin or make her want to hurt you' as incentive, anything would be easy. I looked around the room for something to do and my eyes fell on the file.

POV Ziva

The girl was a complete clam. When I walked in she had a deer in headlights look that I though was odd but that faded into boredom as I talked. She kept up her stiff guarded posture, however, I had never met someone who acted like her. She seemed more afraid of me than Gibbs. And only time she showed emotion, other than boredom and the initial fear, was when I mentioned her bruises but she didn't make a sound.

She is an enigma, I mused. A thought struck me, I have a name for our little enigma.

I walked out of the interrogation room feeling annoyed at the girl's lack of conversation but glad that I had thought of a name for her.

POV Gibbs

I was in the observation room talking with Tony about the girl on the other side of the glass. The girl who continues to resist any attempt to get information from her. Ziva finally stood up and left, coming into the observation room to say something.

"Gibbs I have thought of a name for her" Ziva said when she entered the observation room.

"What?" Tony asked, confused.

"Well? What have you come up with?" Gibbs responded.

"Genima" I said. "Let us name her Genima."

"Who is Jenny and what does this have to do with her mom?" Tony inquired.

"I assume 'Genima' means something?" Gibbs questioned.

"I keep thinking of how much of an enigma she is, so I switched some of the letters in 'enigma' and came up with 'Genima'" Ziva answered. "And Tony, I am not saying 'Jenny's ma', I am saying 'Geni-ma'." She clarified.

"Alright, at least now we have something to call her." Gibbs said. "It's late. Go home, get some sleep. And tell McGee to do the same."