Chapter 3- Meeting

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Boston PD, Homicide Squad Room, 1315

Lieutenant Sean Cavannaugh stepped into the room. "Okay folks, NCIS just called. Their team will arrive in about two hours- what was that sound?"

Detective Frost, whose desk was the closest to the window, got up and looked out. "Just some crazy car driver racing 'round the corner at top speed."

"Right. Two hours," Cavannaugh repeated. "Tell Dr Isles when you see her, okay?" As soon as he had left, Jane got up from her chair. "I'm going down to the morgue and tell Maura."

Maura's office

Jane knocked on the door. "Maura? It's me."

"Come in," she heard the M.E.'s voice. The detective did so and noticed that Maura wasn't alone. "Hey Maur, should I come back later?" she asked.

"Oh no Jane, not at all," Maura replied cheerfully. "Please let me introduce you to Ziva David, Mossad liaison officer for NCIS."

Mosh-what? "Oh, uhm, Detective Jane Rizzoli, Boston Homicide. Nice to meet you... is it Officer David?"

"Yes, or simply Ziva," the woman replied. She was about Jane's age and a little shorter than her with brown hair, brown eyes and an accent the detective couldn't quite place.

"Okay Ziva, I'm Jane. May I ask where you're from, you're talking in an accent I've never heard?"

"I am from Israel and currently working as Mossad liaison officer for NCIS, like Dr Isles said," Ziva replied.

"Mossad is the Israeli Secret Service, Jane," Maura explained.

"Oh, thanks. What would I do without my Maurapedia?"

"I thought it was called Wikipedia?" Ziva wondered.

"Yeah, but Maura's like a walking Wikipedia. She knows so much stuff normal people've never heard of. Back to topic, you work for NCIS? Cavannaugh said they'd arrive around 3 p.m. and it's not even half past one!"

"Well, I usually drive very fast," Ziva admitted. "Maybe the others are stuck in a traffic... How do you call that?"

"Traffic jam?" Maura suggested.

"Yes, in a traffic jam. Thank you, Dr Isles."

Maura's reply consisted of some strange noises that made Ziva smile and Jane wrinkle her brow in confusion. "Okay, you said your name, but what was the rest about?"

"I said, 'You're welcome' and 'Please, call me Maura'."

"In what language?"

"Hebrew."

"You speak Hebrew?!" Okay, maybe some day she won't surprise me anymore. But that day's not gonna come soon...

"Only a little. Would you like to wait here until the rest of the NCIS team arrives or do you want to take Ziva upstairs?"

Jane shrugged. "Ziva, you wanna stay here or go upstairs and meet my coworkers?"

"Do they sell coffee upstairs?" the Israeli asked back. Jane grinned: "Yeah..."

"In that case, as much as I am enjoying your company, Dr Isles... sorry, Maura, I really need a cup of coffee."

Maura smiled. "It's okay." Then she said something in what Jane assumed was Hebrew again. Ziva repeated the word before leaving the office together with the detective.

"I guess that last word you said to Maura meant 'Bye'?" Jane asked in the elevator. Ziva nodded: "Good guess, Detective. I could teach you some Hebrew, too, if you like?"

"Oh, thanks, but I'm absolutely hopeless with languages." The elevator dinged and they stepped out to get some much needed coffee.

Squad Room, 1530

Detective Korsak checked his watch. "Where the heck are they?" he asked. The question was answered by three men walking into the room.

"Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS," the grey-haired one in the middle introduced himself.

Unnoticed by the Detectives, Cavannaugh had walked up behind them and was now extending his hand. "Lieutenant Sean Cavannaugh, Boston Homicide. You're here because of the dead Marine?"

Gibbs nodded and they shook hands, then the NCIS Agent looked around the room and spotted Ziva sitting at an empty desk. "I guess you already know Officer David, then. These"- he indicated the two men next to him- "are Special Agents Tony DiNozzo and Tim McGee."

Now it was Cavannaugh's turn to introduce his team: "The white-haired one is Sergeant Detective Korsak, the other guy is Detective Frost, the female is Detective Jane Rizzoli and our M.E. is down in the morgue at the moment."

As if on cue, Maura entered the room. "Hello, are you the NCIS team?" she asked.

"Yes, they are," Ziva replied because for some reason, Gibbs, Tony and McGee were just standing there looking like fish on dry land.

Jane rolled her eyes. Stop staring at Maura like she's the Eighth Wonder of the World! Yeah, she's sexy, but... Wait, did I just think of my best friend and the word 'sexy' in the same sentence? Stop that Rizzoli!, she called herself to order.

"Dr Maura Isles, Medical Examiner," Maura introduced herself. Gibbs finally managed to change his facial expression from 'fish out of water' to something more human and extend his hand. "NCIS Special Agent Gibbs. I'm sorry for my team behaving that way, but you look a lot like a former colleague of us," he explained.

"No problem. What happened to your colleague?" Maura asked while shaking Gibbs' hand.

"She was shot dead by a terrorist."

"Really? That's terrible! My condolences, Agent Gibbs."

"Thanks Doc. Do you happen to have a twin sister?"

"No, I don't have any brothers or sisters. Why do you ask?"

"Gibbs doesn't believe in coincidences," one of the other NCIS Agents explained. "He thinks you and Kate are related in some way 'cause you look so much like her."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I don't have any dead or living female relatives whose first name is Kate."

"Caitlin," Gibbs corrected. "Kate was a nickname, her real name was Caitlin Todd."

Maura shook her head. "There's no one with that name either."

"Hmm..."

A/N: Okay, now they've got to know each other a bit, they can start talking about the case - in the next chapter. I don't know if I'll have finished and uploaded it by Christmas Eve, so I already put this here:

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate Christmas, a happy [insert holiday you celebrate at the end of December here] to those who don't and a Happy New Year to all of you :D