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CHAPTER 7
"That was impressive." Ziva said as she and Tony walked out of the viewing room after Agent Fornell.
"Well, she is one of the best." Tony said. "She can beat all the women in her business and most of the men."
Tony chuckled as a memory came to mind and he turned towards Ziva.
"There was this one time she was in a match against Chris Jericho on Smackdown. They had chairs flying; bodies slamming.....it was great....especially..." Tony's words trailed off as he caught Ziva's eyes. "What?"
"You watch wrestling?" Ziva asked, surprised.
"No...of course not." Tony said, laughing it off. "Must have seen it on the news....or something....yeah..."
"So, did she win?" Ziva asked, keeping her gaze on the window.
"Who?" Tony asked.
Ziva nodded towards the interview room where Sienna was still inside. "The girl. Did she win?"
"Against Jericho? Yeah, yeah she did." Tony said. "It was a very big win, too."
Ziva clapped her hands, laughing. "I knew it! You do watch!"
Tony shook his head and began to back pedal. "No....I told you...it's on the news."
At Ziva's look of disbelief, Tony sighed. "Fine, so I watch wrestling. Sue me."
"The question is why, Tony." Ziva said. "Why do you watch wrestling?"
Tony smirked, looking his partner up and down appreciatively. "You know...there's just something sexy about a beautiful woman whose kickin' ass."
A slight blush crept up onto Ziva's cheeks. In an attempt to cover it up, she leaned in close, her words a soft whisper upon his ear. "Look at me like that again and it will be your ass that will be kicked, Tony."
Tony paled just a bit hearing that; this was the woman who could kill him in ten different ways with nothing but air. He took a step back, a small laugh covering up his nervousness. "Well, there is the chair factor too. You know..slamming people with them and all."
"It doesn't take skill to hit people over the head with chairs." Ziva looked over at Tony and snorted. "I do that now, Tony."
"The difference, Ziva, is that when you do it, you go to jail." Tony looked over towards the window again. "When she does it, she gets a hundred thousand dollar check."
Ziva's mouth dropped. "A...a hun...."
Ziva's words trailed off as Gibbs, Sienna and Tim stepped out of the interrogation room. Gibbs needed coffee and Sienna needed a smoke. As Sienna headed towards the elevator, Gibbs turned towards Ziva.
"Go with her." Gibbs said.
With a small nod, Ziva turned and went after Sienna. Gibbs reached out, pulling her arm back.
"And Ziva," He said. "Be nice."
Outside the NCIS Building......................................
Sienna didn't mind the constant supervision at NCIS. In fact, the FBI from her home town had told her to expect it. From what she could tell, Officer David seemed more like her than anyone else; expect maybe the man from her past, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Ziva watched Sienna sit on one of the benches in the back parking lot of the NCIS building. A small smile lit her face as the young woman pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Moving over to Sienna, Ziva sat down beside her and motioned towards Sienna's smokes.
"May I?" She asked the wrestler.
Sienna looked over, regarding the agent for a few moments before offering her a cigarette and a flame. Ziva stuck a cigarette between her lips, inhaling deeply as it was lit. Sienna then lit her own and as she took a drag, looked over at the agent.
"You don't strike me as the smoking type, Officer David." Sienna commented.
"I'm not supposed to be." Ziva said. "Gibbs rule number one....no smoking."
Sienna had to give a tiny smile at that. "Yeah...I had a rule like that once."
Ziva looked over at her, eying the smoke. "I can assume it didn't work?"
"Actually..." Sienna said, "It did. For over three years, but then I started again."
Ziva's eyes went wide. "You were doing so well! Why would you want to go back to this?" She said, lifting her cigarette.
Sienna gave a small shrug. "Let's just say that the roots are planted very deep, Officer David."
Sienna and Ziva shared a look of understanding and fell into a moment of relaxed silence. It wasn't until her cigarette was almost done, that Ziva remembered she had questions to ask.
"Mrs. Cena?" She asked quietly. "What happened? After the police report came back?"
Sienna looked down at her hands and gave a small shrug. "The police dropped the case."
"Why?" Ziva asked.
"The return address was fake." Sienna said. "It led to an empty lot that belonged to the city. Without a lead to go on, the case went cold."
"Did the letters stop after that?" Ziva asked.
Sienna shook her head. "No...they kept coming. They never mentioned anyone besides my husband and myself for the most part, though, so we didn't worry too much about it."
"But something must have happened to reopen the case, yes?" Ziva asked.
Sienna nodded as she flicked her ashes to the side. "Yeah...something happened."
Ziva turned her head, her eyes studying Sienna's body language. "What happened?"
Sienna took a final drag on her cigarette then put it out. Slowly, she turned, setting hardened eyes on the Israeli Officer.
"They mentioned someone else besides my husband."
