Disclaimer: This would have happened a whole lot sooner if I did own these shows, but I don't so you'll have to settle with reading this fanfic.

Ziva David had grown up learning how to read people. It was one of the many skills her father had decided she needed once she had mastered walking. She had learned the dynamics of couples, families, black ops units, spies, SEALS, and terrorists units. However, she had never seen a black ops unit made up by three ex-spies, two of which were a couple, a retired SEAL, and a spies mother, all of whom could probably be defined as terrorists in multiple countries. It was truly bizarre.

During the ride back to the hotel Ziva had tried to work out whatever she could. Every single member of the team could obviously work individually but it was clear that they were a well-trained unit. From what she had seen every member had the skills needed for pretty much any task but they all looked to Michael as a leader.

She had marked out each member of the team. Sam Axe seamed the most relaxed of the group. His version of surveillance seamed to involve alcohol, and from his tan Ziva could tell that he spent the most time at the beach of the rest of the group. He also looked like he was well into his fifties where Michael and Jesse looked to be in their early forties. Yet, he automatically deferred to Michael in terms of organization.

Once Ziva had catalogued Sam she moved on to the man who Ziva knew from the files was Jesse Porter. He appeared to challenge Michael the most in terms of daily operations. Ziva saw Jesse ask Michael a whispered question, Michael merely frowned slightly and shook his head. Jesse had started to argue but Michael had cut him off with a look. That seemed to be how most of the interactions between the two went.

Michael's mother was fairly easy to classify as short fused, dangerous, and roughly maternal. Ziva saw her boss all of the boys into cleaning up their cuts and bruises as though they were simply children who had gotten into a fight at school. Ziva noticed that she actually could have a very soothing presence, although she obviously was proficient in the art of getting under Michael's skin.

Ziva recognized some of herself in Fiona. Her stubborn insistence that she could take care of herself, and a certain fiery determination. From what Ziva had seen she could conclude that Fiona was quick to strike and when it happened she wouldn't be holding back. Michael was the only one who could curb her impulse to simply shoot everything and be done. Fiona seemed very cautious about who she allowed to take care of her. Ziva had seen this demonstrated when McGee had approached with band aids and Fiona had taken them from him and told him in very simple language to piss off. Then, she had handed the band aids to Michael and allowed him to clean and bandage her cuts.

Michael was also the only one who Ziva couldn't read at all. He was obviously careful with planning, and deadly when he needed to be. But that and the fact that he was very dry and sarcastic, Ziva just couldn't figure him out. He obviously cared for his entire team, specifically Fiona. He took care of her without Fiona noticing. He stood and walked next to, and slightly behind her. He also slipped an arm around her almost automatically at times. Ziva doubted weather he even noticed his actions, it seamed more than likely to her that he had simply adopted the motions automatically out of habit.

The cars arrived at the hotel and everyone stepped out. Michael's team worked as a flawless unit to see and asses the space the second they arrived at the hotel.

"So, where are we having our 'little chat'?" Michael asked Gibbs.

"Upstairs. One of the rooms should be big enough." Gibbs answered already heading for the elevators with McGee next to him.

Sam looked to Michael who nodded, and Sam followed. He seemed to be talking to Agent Booth about everything that had happened in their lives since the last time they had worked together.

Ziva wasn't sure how she felt about the FBI agent yet. The best she could figure was that Booth was basically a cross between Gibbs and Tony. He was like Gibbs in that he had been a sniper, gone through trauma, had little patience with technology, and seemed to automatically fall into the leadership position. He was like Tony in his knowledge of movies and pop culture, along with his jokey personality.

Ziva watched Fiona and Michael walk together towards the elevator and Jesse immediately fall into step a few paces behind them.

She was about to follow when Tony came up behind her. "Hello, my ninja!" he greeted her.

Ziva groaned. She could barely stand that nick name. Tony had used it once and hadn't quit. "Hello Tony."

"Well you don't sound very excited Miss David."

"Why should I be excited Tony? We are dealing with several very dangerous highly trained individuals. We need to stay on our guard." She told him as she began to walk.

Tony fell in next to her. "Oh come on Zeee Va. Loosen up a bit, this is practically a government paid for vacation he said. He attempted to poke her in the side but she jumped quickly to the side.

"Don't. You. Dare." She said in a sharp voice.

"What?" Tony asked with a grin. "Are you ticklish Miss David?" This time his attempt to poke her was successful and Ziva jumped away again with a small squeak. Tony's grin got much wider as he catalogued this new weakness. He also neatly dodged the jab that Ziva aimed for his ribs.

"Tony. I swear to all that is holly, if you ever do that again I will personally cut out your spleen." She threatened.

Tony just renewed his grin and hopped lightly into the elevator. Ziva fumed silently and stepped in beside him.

The elevator was also occupied by Jesse, Michael and Fiona. Jesse gave them a quick glance before pressing the correct floor button. Fiona was leaning against Michael with her eyes closed and didn't bother to spare Tony and Ziva a single glance. Michael was leaning against the wall of the elevator with his arms wrapped protectively around Fiona.

His pale blue-gray eyes flashed between Tony and Ziva. The cold light in his eyes was enough to make Ziva feel an uneasy turning in her stomach. Throughout the elevator ride Ziva could never shake the feeling that Michael had been able to analyze much more of her than she had been able to observe about him. She could almost feel an aura of a dangerous sort of power coming from Michael and it was making her feel almost sea sick.

She had never been more relieved by any sound, then the cheery Ding! of the elevator when it arrived at the correct floor.

A/N: Hey everybody! Sorry about the big gap between chapters but I had school and then no power which meant no internet. Sorry also if you were unhappy with the amount of plot in this chapter but I wanted to get a professional sounding analysis of Michaels team, and I thought the story needed more Ziva. In the next few chapters I will bring in more characters from the Jeffersonian, and I might even bring in Nate's ex-wife and Michael's nephew. Review if you want me to keep going! If not I have other stuff I can start to right.

P.S. How would people feel about a Buffy The Vampire Slayer cross with Bones? I was thinking there might be some thing the Powers that be are pulling with Angel and Booth. Any way, just a general poll. Let me know what you think.