Warning of some profanity, albeit in Spanish...

"Get wind of what?" the three of them asked in unison, Tony being just as confused as Ziva and McGee. Adriana chuckled melodically before turning back down the cobblestoned street.

"The fact that your beloved Anthony left Washington DC to become head of his own team here in Rota." Her face fell as she took in the serious expressions on their faces. "Did I say something wrong?" Ziva shook her head.

"No, you didn't Adriana. But I'm going to need to ask you a few questions." McGee nodded, signalling that it was alright to start.

"What is the financial status of the Rota offices, to the best of your knowledge?" Adriana snorted and leaned against a wall, the shadows casting the top of her body into shadows. No one could see her expressions.

"We have hardly enough assets in our coffers for there to be a financial status. Last year we had to downsize to just a floor in the Navy HQ instead of the whole block we previously occupied. Many of our colleagues had to be made redundant." Her voice started to choke and Tony pulled her out of her shoulders and in for a hug, mumbling soothingly in Spanish. Ziva swore she felt more than a few twinges of jealousy at the action.

"When so many are unemployed in Spain there will never be a chance for some to have jobs ever again." She wiped her tears away and faced them again, nodding to signal that she was alright to answer once again.

"When did the money troubles start Adriana?" asked McGee. She thought for a few minutes before answering.

"About a year ago I think...yes, that's when we had to sell most of the instruments used by the doctor in autopsy." Following the stunned expressions on Ziva and McGee's faces Adriana was able to muster a small smile.

"What? It wasn't as if anyone ever dies unnaturally in Rota anyway so that was a good decision Anthony." She smiled across at him before continuing. "Is there a problem? I'll try my best to help you. I've been here longer than Tony so I know most of the personnel better than he does."

"You can Adriana," said Tony. "Someone has been embezzling money out of the Rota office and we need to find out who it is. They're the reason why you had to downsize, why you had to make them redundant. How such grave circumstances arose without them being caught is a miracle in itself. We have to find the culprit before they can do any more damage." Adriana clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

"You mean someone HERE is responsible for our troubles. Mierda...I'll kill that hijo de puta!" Without warning Adriana stormed up the street. Almost a minute passed before anyone spoke again.

"She just needs to let off some steam. Adriana's had a tough time, watching the only job she's ever had slowly start to crumble around her." Tony sighed and then slung an arm around Ziva and McGee's shoulders.

"Let's get a bite to eat. I know JUST the right place."