"It's my fault for being under your suspicion anyway," Tony met Ziva's eyes and found that they were familiarly warm but calculating. "I never gave any sign to my whereabouts and my activities." McGee's rumbling stomach prompted their minds to temporarily switch priority to food.
"Let's clear one person's name right away. Hopefully she'll be at home...but you can never be sure with Adriana." A small smile plays on Ziva's lips.
"Her name means dark and can sometimes mean rich. Certainly someone who seems prone to embezzling." Tony laughs before opening his front door.
"Let's go and see how wrong you are." There were many lights on in the streets of Rota, as usual, so it was easy for Tony to find his way down the slanting streets. Barely 5 minutes had passed when he finally stopped in front of a poky house.
"It's lopsided?!" McGee doesn't seem to believe the words that come of out his mouth.
"DIY is like her dad's second religion; after Catholicism of course." He quickly knocked on the door.
"Wait a minute!" the door is opened by a young woman. "TONY. What did I tell you about coming to my house?!" She closed it behind her and came out into the street.
"You told me not to come because your mother would try to make me marry you and take you to America," he replied in a monotone, obviously used to saying this sentence.
"Exactly," she says tiredly, the moon making a silver silhouette of her body; one which is small and slender. "So why did you?" Her eyes flick over towards Ziva and McGee. When she sighs it is deep and reluctant. The look in her eyes is definitive.
"Well...it was time. I was beginning to wonder when they would finally get wind of it."
