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Chapter 3: Green and Blue

Officer Ziva David had been surprised when Special Agent Shepard-Jen- had asked Ziva to use her first name, but she had also been irrationally pleased. She had liked the American from the moment she had first opened her file. Jen was someone who got the job done, someone who could be relied upon. And when Jen had walked off the plane, her green eyes somewhere else, her red hair making her appear exotic, Ziva had realized that Jen was not like some agents, not like Ziva herself, cold and distant. Jen was refreshingly alive, something that Ziva liked about her.

"You look blue," Ziva told Jen when they arrived at the hotel. Jen smiled slightly.

"I think you mean green. And I'll get over it… just not used to the heat, I suppose," she said, not wanting to offend Ziva by telling her what had really caused her to feel sick.

"Oh," said Ziva as they walked into the hotel. "I am sorry about my English. I speak many languages, but this one has always been the hardest for me."

"Well, your English is a hundred times better than my Hebrew, so don't worry. I can't complain," Jen said, smiling.

Ziva was glad to find that the hotel room had air conditioning, something that not all hotels, even in Cairo, did. Ziva was used to the heat, but she had to admit that it did not make getting sleep easy. After Jen had freshened up from her long flight, they sat down at the table in their suite and Ziva brought Jen up to date.

"One week ago, Mossad came across some intel that suggested a possible terrorist cell had headquarters in Cairo. I was sent to investigate. I discovered that there is indeed a cell, one with some unknown connection to the United States Navy. The terrorists know too much about avoiding the navy while smuggling explosives into the US. Mossad believes that there may be a dormant member of the cell who has infiltrated the navy. That is why we called in NCIS. The cell is based here in Cairo, but we believe that they plan to carry out their plans inside of the US. We are here to take out the cell. Backup is available, but only when we are in position to complete the mission will we call them in," finished Ziva.

Jen nodded. They didn't have a lot to work with, but it was enough. Ziva had done very well, though Jenny sensed that this was not the time or place to tell her so.

That night, Jenny and Ziva went to bed early. They were both exhausted from traveling and knew that they had many long days ahead of them. Jenny dreamed of Jethro, of Paris. She missed him, truly she did. She missed the boat in his basement, the way he always kept his door unlocked, his disgusting coffee…

At some point during the early morning, Jen woke up to the sound of sobbing. She glanced over at Ziva, to find the Israeli asleep, dry sobs shaking her body. "Tali…" Ziva mumbled. "Tali, I'm so sorry…" Jen rolled over closer to Ziva, deliberately kicking the younger woman in the process. The sobs stopped as Ziva woke suddenly, and Jenny heard the sound of a gun being cocked in her direction.

"Ziva? What's wrong?" asked Jenny groggily, pretending to have been woken by the sound of the gun.

"Nothing," said Ziva. "I thought…never mind. I just woke suddenly, that is all." Jenny smiled slightly as she heard Ziva slip the gun back under her pillow and heard soft snoring start up next to her. As she drifted back to sleep, Jen wondered just who Tali was and what had happened between her and Ziva.

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