Within minutes Ziva had re-settled herself on her bed and had continued writing. When she finished she looked up to see McGee and Tony involved in a very physical game of 'War'. She knew the card game was not really supposed to resemble war, Tony had told her that years ago, but the game still puzzled her. There was no way to gain favor; you had to either cheat or let go of control. She didn't like playing, so she looked around for something else to do. She had already finished her homework and the two books she had brought with her. She decided to brush up on her sketching. It was one of the basic crime scene jobs, but she wasn't naturally talented. She knew Kate had been, and that bothered her. Ziva looked around for something to draw. There really wasn't anything interesting in the room other than the two boys. She sighed. She started to draw their basic structure. When she looked up they were in a completely different position! She shook her head and ripped out the page. It was no use drawing them; they were too active. She pulled a picture out of her bag. It was a picture of the team: Gibbs, Kate, Tony, Abby, McGee, Ducky, and Jenny. It was a good picture, really. Even Gibbs looked happy. She set it on her knee and began to sketch. She had finished everyone except Tony. She sighed. He was hard to draw. She started with his jaw line and then moved up to his hair. She smiled. It stuck up at various angles. Those were the easy parts. She moved to his nose and eyes. He was wearing sunglasses, so it didn't take her long. There was really only one thing left; his smile. She looked up, frustrated. Tony and McGee were staring at her. She looked down; was there something on her shirt? No. She looked at them
"What? Why are you staring?" Tony was smiling as if he had just pulled the best prank.
"Uh, Ziva? You were talking to yourself." McGee sounded concerned.
"I was not! I do not talk to myself! What would be the point?" McGee's brow furrowed, he was taking the question seriously
"Well, Zee-Vah, you were talking about me. How my jaw line is strong, how my hair sticks up at angles, how light glances off my glasses, the way my smile captures the essence of happiness." He grinned. "I'm sure your new shrink will be very interested in all of that. They're always interested in relationships." She paled.
"For your information, Tony, I was simply drawing the team." His smile didn't fade. It distracted her. "I was merely saying those things aloud because I was trying to convince myself that you had some redeeming features. Your ugly face is very difficult to draw." His smile faded. McGee laughed. Tony glared at him
"What's so funny, McGiggle? I'm sure you're next." He smacked McGee. Ziva looked up.
"Actually, McGee was very easy to draw. His came out very nicely." McGee grinned.
"Thank you, Ziva." Tony started to pout.
"If you two are done insulting me, I think it's time I got some shut-eye." Tony climbed the ladder to the bed above McGee's. He grunted. "Why did they insist on putting us in a room with bunk beds? Do they think we're ten? I mean, sure I wanted one really badly when I was a kid, but now it's just embarrassing." He crawled under the covers to the sounds of Ziva and McGee doing the same. McGee had just turned off the lights when someone started banging on the door.
"Let me in! Please! Someone's after me!" an anguished cry came from the other side of the door. Tony jumped from his bed, flicked on the lights, and opened the door. Ziva clutched her gun and her eyes flicked to where she knew another was. McGee sat up quickly, hitting his head on the bunk above. The welcome woman ran in and slammed the door behind her. She locked the door before falling over. Tony had just caught her when he noticed a trickle of blood coming from the corner of her mouth. Her breathing was labored. "Izzy Const--. I am… I- Izzy… Constance. FBI." With that, her eyes closed. Tony checked for a pulse. He looked at Ziva and shook his head. She was dead.