Disclaimer: My name is not Hart, Matt, or Donald, so no I don't own any of these characters. Just the random plot line.

Ziva David watched her temporary roommate with intrest. The women had unpacked everything and put it neatly away. Ziva couldn't see any type of order to it, but Dr. Brennan obviously did. Ziva herselfe mearely arranged everything so that it was in easy reach. She liked to be able to leave quickly when the situation demanded it. Old habits died hard.

Dr. Brennan didn't attempt to start a conversation. Instead she opened a very thin lap top and began typing on something. Ziva just shrugged and began to clean her gun. "I would appreciate it if while cleaning your weapon you would point it away in order to avoid any infortunate cases of misfire."

This made Ziva look up. The doctors way of phraseing her words reminded Ziva of her own, only the doctor didn't have the excuse of having learned English as a fifth language. "The bullet chamber is empty. Their is no danger of a misfire." Ziva assured her.

Brennan tipped her head to the side. "Thank you. I find that to be very reasuring." The two lapsed back into a comfortable silence. They waited for about ten minutes before their was a knocking on the door.

"Knock, knock ladies. Open the door, I come bearing hot caffenated beverages." Ziva rolled her eyes and went to let Tony in. "Are you two having a slumber party or something?" Tony asked. His eyes took in the files and gun peices strewn accross the beds.

"No Tony, we are preparring to properly perform our jobs like good government workers. What have you been doing?"

"I," Tony said. "Performed the most important job of the day, and brought caffeine." he grinned and handed out the styrofoam cups. "For the lovely Israeli we have green tea with skim milk and two sugars." he handed Ziva the tea with a grin. Then he turned to Bones, "And for the beautiful scientist we have earl gray tea with milk and sugar."

He turned back to Ziva and watched her take a cautionary sip. When there were no negative remarks he grinned, "So? How'd I do?" Ziva just smiled grudgingly. "Yes! Another point goes to team DiNozzo!"

Bones frowned, "Are you literally keeping score or where you speaking medaphorically? Either way I'm not sure I follow."

"Thank you Dr. Brennan! You see Tony? I am not the only one who does not inderstand your terminology! And, Dr. Brennan is a full blooded American citizen!" Ziva said in triumph.

"That is technically true allthough I still find that I do not understand most references to pop culture or slang. I don't get out of the lab very often."

Tony looked back and forth between the two women. "Oookkaaayyy. Well it looks like the two of you have begun on the basis for a wonderful freindship but that is going to have to be put on hold for a moment because McProbicus has managed to work out something."

"Is McProbicus another name for agent McGee, or is this another person completely?" Dr. Brennan asked in confusion.

"It's McGee." Tony explained.

"I understand now. Thank You very much for clarifying agent DiNozzo."

With that the three of them went to the room next store.

"What have you got McGee?" Gibbs asked him.

"Well I compiled the virtual data matrix in order to accumulate data from all possible sources to-"

Gibbs cut him off, "In English McGee."

"I-" McGee started before being cut off again by Booth who had arrived earlier and was standing against the wall.

"If this explination involvesthe phrases, compiled, virtual, server, data, matrix, or accumulate said like I should understand you I will personally shoot you."

He said it in such a matter of fact toan of voice that it maid McGee gulp. He glanced at Dr. Brennan for help but she just shook her head. "I am a genius and that still made absolutely no sense to me."

McGee sighed. It was very demanding to be the only computer genius around. "Um, we can run a name through the search engine and it will pull up anything that has ever been entered on the data bases about the person."

"See? That wasn't so hard was it?" Booth said.

"So what do we do withi it now that the program works?" Ziva asked.

"We run a name."

Tony nodded. "Great! Do we have a name to run?"

"I got one," Booth stated.

Everyone looked at him. "Care to share Agent Booth?" Gibbs prodded.

Booth looked at him in silence for a moment, "Westen, Michael Westen." Then he left the room saying he was going for a drink.

Gibbs followed him.

Tony whistled once the door closed behind his boss, "This is going to be like the Clash of The Titans."

"Why is that?" Ziva asked.

"Because Booth is almost exactly like a younger Gibbs with a better sense of humor. This can mean either the world is going to end or-"

"Or what?" McGee asked.

"Or that killer is toast." Tony finished.

A/N: Review! I can't keep going if only two people are reveiwing!