Amelia made her way across the road, a look of determination on her face. Francisca was following closely behind with a very exasperated looking Lucas bringing up the rear. She didn't necessarily need all of this entourage but they had insisted. Francisca because she wanted to do some of the questioning and Lucas because he said that they needed at least one level headed person with them. Raphael did not count, much to the French man's disgust and Amelia had to put her foot down to having three of them go and no more. Raphael would just egg Francisca on anyway, he always did.

Amelia had been planning on taking the lead here but, like all great plans, it didn't exactly go that way. Mainly because Francisca was fast.

"Hello," Francisca said as they approached the security guard.

Except she didn't stop at him, instead made as if to go straight through. Which, of course, she couldn't do.

"Sorry, ma'am, you can't do that," the security guard said to her, gently blocking her way.

"We are trying to see our friend," Francisca told him.

"You can't come in without a pass, ma'am."

"Then you can give us a pass."

He gave her a perplexed look. "That's not how it works, ma'am."

"But we need to get inside."

"Then you should have arranged for it."

Francisca bristled at that, never a good sign, so Amelia tried to intervene.

"We did not know that we would need to come today."

Which was technically a lie but he didn't know that. Anyway, they had only decided on it yesterday- which also wasn't early enough to sort out gaining access to the building. Was that even possible if you weren't Navy, a witness or a criminal? Amelia didn't know. What she did know was that she should probably get Francisca away before she got herself arrested for intimidating a security guard.

The next thing that happened was not something Amelia could have predicted. Or maybe she should have. But she didn't. Francisca started asking questions and making demands. Which was a bit rude but was also a problem. Mainly because all her exasperated and impatient comments were in Spanish. It was rather unnerving hearing a mix of Spanish and English together. It was like listening to two separate people. Hadn't they recently had a discussion about how people don't tend to "mix" languages while speaking, except for a word or two? And here was Francisca proving that wrong.

And someone speaking a foreign language quite aggressively outside of a federal building was a good thing. Not. But Francisca didn't seem to care. She wanted answers despite not recognising that no one was understanding her questions. Feeling like they were about to be arrested or something, Amelia tried to calm her down.

Now, she meant this is the least demeaning and insulting way possible but have you ever tried to calm down an extremely annoyed and impatient Mexican woman? Especially one that was the Head of her family? No? Well, it was pretty much impossible.

"Francisca, no one can understand you," she tried.

Of course, the older woman took absolutely no heed of her (why should she?) and continued on ranting and/or asking questions. The word 'why' kept on getting repeated a lot but that was the extent of Amelia's High School Spanish.

"Are you not going to help?" Amelia called over to Lucas.

As soon as Francisca had started demanding answers from the poor, hapless security guard, he had discreetly moved himself back towards the street. Probably a wise choice but it was of no help right now.

He looked her up and down and then shook his head.

"You are doing a very good job," he said unhelpfully.

She glared at him. "Oh, just get over here, would you?" And then she turned to the security guard, "I am really, truly sorry about this."

He gave her a nervous smile. Probably because Francisca was still glaring at him. Why did she have a feeling that this was going to end up with one of them in handcuffs?

"Why don't you just ask for one of her co-workers?" Lucas suggested.

That made both women stop and look at him in amazement. Why hadn't they thought of that?

"Can we speak to Ziva David, please?" Lucas requested politely.

"She is on Agent Gibbs' team," Amelia added.

The security guard looked relieved to have a question he could both understand and answer.

"Give me a moment," he said to them before turning away and speaking into his radio.

"Was that really so hard?" Lucas asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't see you helping me with Francisca," Amelia muttered.

"I did not need help," Francisca declared.

Amelia gave her a look and retorted, "But the poor security guard did."

Speaking of the security guard, he was now returning to them with a very nervous look on his face.

"They are out on a case," he told them.

Francisca looked like she was about to give off to him again but a new voice interrupted them.

"Amelia? Francisca?"

They turned around to see -

"Timothy!" Francisca exclaimed, rushing over two him.

Two other people (agents?) gave him an odd look before slipping past.

"Who's your friends, McGee?" a gruff voice asked.

They all turned towards it only to come face to face with a silver-haired man with the most piercing blue eyes.

"Ziva's friends, boss," Tim told him.

"Not your boss anymore."

The look on Tim's face very clearly said that he did not agree with that.

Not reading the room, so to speak, at all, Francisca piped up, "Do you know where Ziva is?"

An unreadable look crossed his face but it was quickly masked.

"She's been sent back to Israel," he said brusquely.

"Director's orders," McGee added, not looking too pleased with that fact. "Wait, you didn't know?"

They all shook their heads.

"Well, it all happened really fast," he said, frowning. "Is that what you came here for?"

"Yes," Amelia replied. "Though, apparently Francisca also came here to get arrested."

Suddenly McGee looked very, very concerned.

"What we're you even saying in Spanish, by the way?" Lucas asked her.

"Insults," Francisca replied promptly with no shame. "Mainly calling him incompetent and slow."

They stared at her.

"Why were you insulting him in Spanish?" Amelia asked slowly.

"Well, I did not want him to know what I was saying! I would have got into trouble!"