Over the desk.

Jenny Shepard gives Ziva her first performance review..

Chapter 1.

"So, how did it go?" Ziva enquired, as Tony returned to his desk.

He seemed even MORE chippy than usual, after what seemed to be a very long performance review, in the director's office.

"Absolutely fine, Ziva", he beamed. "- She wants you, next.."

Ziva locked her computer, and picked up a file of some case summaries that she
thought had gone well, as backup material. Not that she really needed them,
as her memory of each was a fresh as the first.

"Wish me luck", Ziva said to the room, with nerves now starting to kick in.

They didn't have performance reviews, in Mossad- If you did something wrong
(on a mission), you would most likely get killed. Survival was the only reward.
Apart from all the weapons, they got to use.

"You don't need any luck, Ziva", Tony assured her. "Just go with it".

"Go with what?", Ziva asked, rather puzzled.

"You'll know, soon enough..!"