Ziva's eyes narrowed as she watched her go to the elevator. She wasn't sure what it was but something was going on with the Director. She was being all secretive, Ziva could tell. She really hoped it was not some sort of secret operation again. At least every member of the team was currently accounted for. She thought so anyway. Tony definitely was - he was certainly not going bear secret ops any time soon. McGee, as much as she admired his technical and investigative capabilities would not be suited to such things. Stressful in a way he couldn't manage just yet. And she wasn't doing any sort of secret operation, not that she would be allowed to, being a foreign operative, allied with the US or not.

Which was good because she was pretty sure that Gibbs would spontaneously combust if the Director took another member of his team to do such things. Ziva was pretty sure that he hadn't forgiven her for doing what she did to Tony. Which was fair because neither had Ziva. Jenny had not handled that operation well. Making a clandestine operation personal was never a good thing for anyone. It was why Ziva very firmly kept her emotions under lock and key. She used to throw away the key, so to speak but America had made her keep it on hand more often than not. She still wasn't sure how she felt about that. Either way, making use of her emotions or not, she still knew better to carry out a personal vendetta while using official resources. That's what unofficial were for, after all. Honestly, Americans.

But she was still worried about Jenny. The Director. Ziva was now uncomfortable referring to her as either. They didn't seem to be friends anymore but mentally referring to her as the Director in her head seemed cold. It was confusing but even if they weren't on good terms (or any terms) that didn't mean that she wasn't worried. Actually, she was more worried because it didn't look like she was on good terms with anybody.

"The Director being weird again?" Tony asked, interrupting her from her thoughts.

He had stopped calling her Jenny, Ziva had noticed. Not such a big surprise considering all that had gone down between the two of them. But he was even oddly formal in the way he said 'Director' but she wasn't about to pry into that.

"Yes," Ziva stated, wondering whether or not she should ask him if he knew anything about it.

"Huh, thought it was just me."

Okay, he didn't know more than she did. Which was nothing. At least she wasn't imagining things or making a mountain out of a burrow or anything.

Ziva was about to say something but she was interrupted by the 'ding!' of the elevator. Tony and Ziva backed up so they weren't in the way. It was the Director again! Automatically, the two of the straightened up as she walked past.

"Director," Tony greeted.

"Agent DiNozzo, Officer David," she responded curtly, giving them a nod. "Please don't block the elevator."

"Of course not, ma'am," Tony said quickly before Ziva could disagree with her. "We'll get back to work."

"See that you do."

And with that she went up the stairs and not into her office but MTAC. Just in case she checked on them or something, the pair of them went back to their desks.

Ziva sighed. Should this really be bothering her so much? Jenny could look after herself after all, ignoring the fact that when they were in Cairo she went to work when she got food poisoning and came down with a cold. Though, how you managed that in a desert in summer was still beyond Ziva. Okay, maybe Jenny couldn't really take care of herself but was she likely to accept help? Did she need help? Oh, this was confusing. Ziva didn't know where the lines were here. In Israel and Egypt, she would have just pushed her until she admitted to what was wrong. She couldn't do that here.

"Has she spoken to you or something?" Tony asked as he sat at his desk.

Ziva shook her head and stood in front of him. "She doesn't tell me anything anymore," she admitted.

It was a little bit hurtful. She and Jenny used to be good friends or, at least, that's what Ziva thought. Even when she came to NCIS and joined Gibbs' team they had remained friends despite the conflicts between the two of them. In recent months, actually in the past year if Ziva was being honest with herself, Jenny had been acting incredibly distant. Ziva thought that it had been down to the whole "Frog" fiasco, she had pushed everyone away over that after all, but things hadn't improved with her.

Ziva had tried but had almost immediately been rebuffed. Twice. And that had hurt. She did not like being hurt. Which meant that she was extremely reluctant to try again. Jenny obviously didn't want to talk. Ziva had done her part, no matter how bad a friend that made her appear.

"Hmm," Tony hummed, eyeing the door the Director had disappeared into suspiciously. "Think it's something we have to be worried about?"

"I do not know," Ziva answered honestly.

That's how worried she was for her friend. Well, at least about her change in her behaviour. Like she said, Ziva wasn't sure whether or not they should be worried about something Jenny had possibly got herself involved in. That apparently never turned out well for anyone.

"Didn't she have a big meeting with some bigwigs?" Tony asked. "She's probably just thinking about budgets and management and stuff."

"Hmm," Ziva said unconvincingly.

That wouldn't get Jenny worried. Annoyed, yes, fed up- definitely but not worried or shifty like she had been behaving recently.

"Anyway, it's none if our business," Tony tried to say convincingly.

Yes, because the man who always wanted to know everyone's business not wanting to figure this out? Yeah right.