Yeah... In my opinion, chapters get a bit odd around this point. Why? No clue. This is just what I thought of. My deepest apologies if any one you find dissatisfaction in it. I'm also SUPER sorry I didn't update over the weekend, school has been killer and I have an essay due that determines whether or not I can stay in the class I'm in. Really sorry.~D.J.M

Chapter 10, 2 days later, Ziva's P.O.V

"McGee!" I called. He looked up at me.

"Oh, hi Ziva." he said as his eyes darted around the room.

"Loose something?" I asked him.

"No.. did you?" he replied suspiciously.

Just then, Tony walked over to his desk. "What did you do with the little Picasso, McGoo?"

McGee glared at him and they both looked over at me for an explanation.

I laughed. "Saihah is with a tutor, working on her English."

McGee stared at me curiously. "She can already speak English."

"I do not mean speaking it, I mean reading and writing it." I said. "And not just that. All of the other stuff. They have to get her to the point where she will be able to start fifth grade this fall."

"Aw, Ziva!" Tony whined. "Elementary school doesn't start for another two months. How much preparation could she possibly need?"

I glared at him. "Well, considering she's never been to school, quite a bit."

He leaned back in his chair. "Geez, bug off! I just didn't realize-"

"Of course you didn't realize!" I snapped.

"Both of you, stop it!" Gibbs said as he walked over. "We have a case to solve!"

"On it, Boss!" Tony replied.

I sighed and examined the awaiting files on my desk. Just another day in the life...

Later, Ziva's house

"So how was it?" I asked.

She paused a moment. "She was nice."

"What is her name?"

"Amy," she said, still looking forward.

"And what did you learn?"

She shrugged. "It was... strange. I knew some of the letters, but they all look funny."

I chuckled. "Well, a whole different alphabet does tend to look a bit odd."

She said nothing and I glanced at her. She looked 'lost in her thought', as they say. Perplexed. "Are you okay?" I asked.

Saihah's P.O.V

"Hmm?" I said, snapping out of my thoughts.

Ziva sat down next to me on the sofa. "You looked like something was troubling you. What were you thinking about?"

I turned away. "Its nothing. Just a thought."

She looked sad. "Why do you hide things from me? Do you not trust me?"

"I trust no one," I said. "If I've learned anything in my life, it is that people cannot be trusted. They take advantage of trust and use it against you."

She frowned sadly. "I know how that is, but not all people are like that."

"Most are,"

"Possibly," she said. "But I'm not. Neither is anyone else I know. So why will you not tell me what you were thinking about?"

I bit my lip. "I don't want to."

"Why not?" she asked, sounding a bit angry.

"It's just a bit... weird."

"Just tell me."

I signed. "What do you think of Tony?"

She looked slightly flustered. "Well, um, I think he is... nice. At times."

"No, I mean as in like with two people."

"What do you mean?"

"You know... two people who do stuff with each other." She stared at me blankly. "Do you like him?"

"As a friend... sometimes." she said slowly.

"No, the other way."

She looked panicked for a moment, but any trace of the look quickly vanished as soon as her cell phone started to ring. "Hello?" She paused then hung up, grabbing her work things.

"Are we going somewhere?" I asked.

She smiled casually, as if the previous conversation never happened. "I just have to pick up some case files at Gibbs's house."

"Okay," I said, following her to the car. What was up with her...?

Again, kind of a crappy chapter. Sorry. I just couldn't think of anything else. Bye.