Hey everyone! Couldn't stand leaving you guys hanging for long. So, here is chapter four. By the way, I am a big fan of both SW and ST so I mean no offense to anyone. Okay, enjoy!

Chapter Four:

Trills and Chills

Ziva groaned as Tony launched into yet another plot description complete with sound effects and voice imitations. "Do you have to relate everything to a movie?" she sighed as they walked into the elevator back to the squad room.

"No. It just makes things interesting. Now think about it: Star Wars has hyperdrive and Star Trek has warp drive. Which one is the better mode of travel across the galaxy?"

"I would not know, Tony. I have never seen this Star Trek show before."

"Never?"

"Never? I have heard of it before, but never watched it."

The elevator doors opened and the duo stepped into the bullpen. "I'm telling you Ziva, if you liked Star Wars, then you gotta watch Star Trek," Tony continued. "I mean Gene Roddenberry was a genius! Bolians, Klingons, Orion slave women, all those short skirts and skin tight outfits, the Trill—just how far down do those skin spots go?"

Ziva sighed. "I have no idea, Tony. You lost me at Bowlings."

"Bo-lee-ans, Zee-Vah," Tony corrected her . "Man, can't get any hotter than Seven of Nine."

"I will not even ask."

"Personally," she heard someone else chime in. "I like Commander Chakotay, but that is just my opinion." That voice was vaguely familiar. She looked away from Tony as he continued his tirade about Star Trek. A woman was standing with her back turned to Ziva. She had reddish blonde hair tied in a braid, and her hands behind her back in a clearly professional manner. She turned around—

Ziva was flooded with childhood memories.

Ziva, Tali, and another girl playing football against Ari, the girl giving him a black eye.

Sleepovers.

Ziva and same girl teaching Tali how to read.

Bomb explosion. Tali dying in Ziva and the girl's arms.

The woman smiled and Ziva knew exactly who the woman was. "Shalom, Ziva. It has been a while."

"Naomi Schliemann? A while indeed!" Ziva embraced her childhood friend. "Papa sent you to work with us?"

"He did. He wanted to surprise you with my presence. So, are you surprised?"

"Definitely. You never told me you were coming in the last e-mail."

"Eli did not want me to reveal anything."

"Have you been to the Embassy to see Michael?"

"No. How is Dod Michael?"

"I would not know. Last time we saw each other, we did not part on good terms."

"Did you threaten his men again?"

"Long story."

The phone on Gibbs' desk rang as they were catching up. "Okay. We'll be right there." He hung up the phone. "Gear up. Dead Marine in Waldorf."

Ziva sighed and walked over to her desk. Naomi was about to follow her and grab her backpack from next to McGee's desk, when Gibbs stopped her.

"Officer Schliemann." Naomi turned to face him. "Hand me your sidearm."

Naomi handed over her Glock to Gibbs, holster and all. "And your back up on your left calf."

"Okay," she replied, un-strapping her .38 and handing it to him as well.

"And the knife concealed at your waist."

Naomi looked at him in surprise. How did he know about that? She handed him her knife anyway.

"You can keep the knife," Gibbs said. "That's so you know, I know."

"Okay," Naomi replied, perplexed as she sheathed her knife once more.

"Now, come on."

Naomi followed him into the elevator along with the rest of the team. She looked at Ziva.

"Yes, he did it to me when I first arrived," Ziva answered her unspoken question.

"So, what was Ziva like as a child?" Tony asked as they rode the elevator down to the garage.

"Not now DiNozzo," Gibbs said. "We've got work to do."

"Shutting up now, Boss."

"Hey Tony," Naomi called when they reached the garage. "Those spots on the Trill—they go all the way down to the toes."

"Good to know," Tony replied.

"DiNozzo, Ziva, with me. McGee, you and Officer Schliemann take the sedan." Gibbs climbed into the truck.

Naomi followed McGee into the car. "So, will I actually get to do any work in the field today?"

"Mostly observation. Then, you will gradually slide into field work."

She nodded as they sped off to the crime scene.

Well, they have reached case mode! And the comment about the Trill and their spots: it's true! Like I said, I am a Trekkie and a SW-fanatic. I love both to bits. Anyway, next chapter: the case and pranks abound!

Until next time! Maylee