"I forgot how much fun this is." Ziva said with a laugh. She sat in her underwear on a chair in Abby's office slowly morphing herself into a Rebekah Senesh clone. It was shortly after dark. In a few short hours she had to walk into the Infinity Nightclub with photos of a dead Tony DiNozzo and a severed index finger. The photos Abby and McGee could fake. The finger part was more difficult. Maybe Ducky would let her borrow one off of a John Doe.

"I know." Rebekah replied happily. She pulled Ziva's curly hair tightly through a flat iron straightening it. "It's all part of the great game."

"I can do my own hair Rebekah. I'm not a doll."

"I know that but you're supposed to be me, so I'm going to do it. The deception is in the details."

"Fine."

Rebekah piled Ziva's hair on her head in a slightly messy twist securing it with a few hairpins. "So when do I get to meet this new flyboy of yours?" She mumbled around a mouth full of pins. "Tell me, how is he?" She winked.

"You've already seen his dossier." Ziva said ignoring her second question. "I imagine you've seen some lovely glossy headshots."

"Oh my God." Rebekah rammed a hairpin into Ziva's head. "You don't mean DiNozzo? The guy I was supposed to kill?

"The one and only." Ziva rubbed the tiny puncture in her scalp with her finger. She really hated having her hair put up.

"Wow. What luck. If this test had gone to another agent you'd be burying another lover." Rebekah said settling in front of her to begin her makeup.

Ziva made a strangled sound deep in her throat. Don't remind me.

"Sorry to bring up bad memories." Rebekah rummaged through her purse and extracted a make up compact. "So when are you going to give me the details?" She swiped shiny black eye shadow across Ziva's lids.

"Never." Ziva said straight faced. But oh, how I would love to spill every last detail to you.

"C'mon, you know you want to tell me." Rebekah wheedled. She handed Ziva a pair of low cut black leather pants. "You can't wear underwear with these or it'll crawl up your bottom."

Ziva looked them over. "Pass me the baby powder. I don't think I can get these on with out it."

"Honey, neither can I." Rebekah paused, "So is DiNozzo the same guy you told me about? The rug burn incident?"

Ziva felt the familiar burn of guilt in her stomach. It's okay. Tony forgave you. "Rebekah, that was my boss. Keep it quiet okay?"

"Right. Sorry. Seriously, you've got to tell me about this guy."

"I will. Let's just finish this first." Ziva shook baby powder onto her legs and shimmied into her pants. I'd better not have to pee anytime soon. Or sit down. Or eat.

Rebekah appraised a silky black scrap of fabric by the desk light. "Here's your top." She helped Ziva slip it over her head. "Now let's have a look at you." Rebekah's eyes flittered over Ziva in admiration. "Oh baby. Your guy had better have a strong heart or you'll kill him."

If I haven't killed him yet I think he'll survive. "I need to see the team."

"You need to find a full length mirror and look at yourself first." Rebekah said. " 'Cause wow."

"No time Rebekah." Ziva could feel her pulse quicken in her veins. She was close to the end she could feel it. Then soon her biggest concern would be the wrath of Gibbs.

"Okay. Want to go see how the re-faking of lover boy's death is going?" Rebekah asked.

"Yes."

"So you want to hear my theory about your predicament?" Rebekah wrapped her arm around Ziva's waist as the exited the lab.

"Shoot."

"I think someone out there has a shit list and you're on it. I think they're cleaning house of all of the people that have pissed them off. The only thing is, how'd you and DiNozzo both end up on the same list?"