There is Russian in this chapter I wrote it as it would be said. I used google translation, sorry for any mistakes.

They all pulled up to their parking spaces at 9:55. Tony was wearing a grey suit, white shirt, with a brown and tan striped tie. Tim had a blue-grey turtleneck with grey suit pants. Ziva had a Marine green Greek halter top and black cargo pants. Gibbs had a dark blue polo with a brown blazer and pants.

"Hey thought I told you not to show up till ten." He said smirking.

"By the time we sit down it will be, boss." McGee smiled. Gibbs nodded, smirk still in place as they stepped into the elevator.

They sat down and powered up their machines, noticing Gibbs careful movements. Everyone expected it and shared a look, vowing to watch out for him. At noon Gibbs got a second cup of coffee, hazel, vanilla, and Chai Tea. He handed out the drinks, getting surprised looks. He set his cup down taking his blazer off and putting it on the chair.

"For yesterday and this morning." He muttered he got nods and his ringing phone. He looked at it confused and answered with furrowed brows. The three agents were also able to hear the man on the phone.

"Yeah Gibbs"

A man with a Russian accent addressed him with a "Hello Jethro." Gibbs looked pleasantly surprised. His agents stared at him the whole time he leaned back, speaking Russian.

"Allo, Nikolai."

"Kak dela?" Nikolai asking, how are you?

"Chto zh. Davno ne videlis'." Gibbs said. Good. Long time no see. Then asked what do you need? "chto tebe nuzhno"

"YA poluchil svoy selenaya karta" I got my green card.

"Ty v gorode?" Are you in town?

"da" Yes.

"Vy pomnite, chto zakusochnoy?" Do you remember that diner?

"Da, vstretit'sya tam v pyat'?" Yes, meet there at five?

"Da, uvidimsya Nikolai?" Yes, see you then Nikolai?

He hung up and sat forward, pulling out paperwork. He put a few files on the side of the desk. A pen in his hand thumb on his brow, while the other held the file open as he read. The others just stared at him until he spoke without looking up.

"What?" he asked as he signed the first file. He picked up the other as they stood and walked in front of him.

"Who was that boss?" Tony asked.

"An old asset that helped me when I was undercover over in Russia. He got his green card. We're meeting at 5. You should meet him." He looked up at the last sentence. The others smiled and went back to their desks. The three youngest agents looked over cold cases while he did paper work. They decided on subway for lunch. Each got Doritos and coke to go with it.

I know it's a short chapter. Sorry. I blame it on lightheadedness, and being tired.