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Ziva was having a huge déjà vu. She was standing in Abby's lab the next day. Abby was putting Ziva's hair up in a tight bun. Her glasses had a built-in camera. They were huge and thick. She was make-upless, not that that ever bothered her. She normally didn't wear makeup anyway. Her heels were black and clunky, not at all flattering. And the panty-hoes! Ugh. She was wearing a skirt and a purple turtleneck blouse. Over that was a pink flower patterned formal suit-jacket that reminded her strangely of her grandmother. But as if that wasn't enough, she had to have a pearl necklace and earrings. They also put an earwig in her ear.

"You will be undercover as a computer genius in Stranzen Military Research Company. If they don't hire you at first then we will play the federal agent card. You are a geek with limited interpersonal skills, which is good because we don't want anyone too close to discover you true identity. Abby has created your alias. Your name is Rachel Day-vid. Spelled just like your real name, except for the pronunciation. Born in Massachusetts. Parents still live in Gloucester. One brother named Tony. There will be someone listening in on you at all times. Any questions?" Gibbs asked. This was the most they had heard him say at once in a long time.

"Just two" said Ziva. "Where am I supposed to put my gun?"

"On your waist, unless we have you in pants. Then it will be on your ankle." said Gibbs.

"Ok. But also, you said I am a computer genius. I know NOTHING about computers!"

"You didn't really think that WE didn't think about that, did you Zee-VAH? McGeek will guide you through it." Tony told her. At that, Gibbs left the lab and got in the elevator.

"Are you waitin for an invitation, Miss Day-VID?" asked Gibbs sarcastically "Your interview is at 1:30. You don't want to be late."

Ziva pulled up in a silver accord that they had rented for the occasion to the front of the SMRC building. In her ear, she was putting up with Tony's car gender issues AGAIN.

"Shut up Tony, I am going in." she told him. When he acted like he didn't hear her, she screamed "DINOZZO!" she could almost hear him jump. He immediately fell silent. She cracked a little smile. It had taken what felt like forever to get here. She had been told to drive normally. She didn't have her badge on her, so if she got pulled over she wouldn't be able to show them her badge and get on with her life. She was officially Rachel David now. She needed to stop acting like her self and start acting... Geeky.

The interview wasn't any easier with Tony making unwanted comments in her ear. But she couldn't tell him to buzz off unless she wanted Mr. Cotier, her interviewer, to think she was crazy. McGee's instructions during the computer test were very easy to follow, and Ducky's suspicion that Cotier would respond to her similarities to Petty Officer Crenshaw proved themselves correct. She passed the interview with "swimming" colors.

"Congratulations, you got the job, Miss David. I will show you to your desk. You may report to work tomorrow morning at seven o' clock. Please follow me." he told her.

"Good job, Ziver." Gibbs applauded her. She smiled. It wasn't often that Gibbs told someone they had done a good job, so when he did, she knew he meant it. Cotier stopped, and Ziva almost ran into him.

"Sorry," she said, "I can be such a klutz sometimes." Cotier ignored it.

"This is your cubicle. You may get settled in. You know, you remind me a lot of her." he mused. Even though she knew full well who he was talking about she asked,

"Who?"

"Your predecessor, Deborah Crenshaw. She died a couple days ago." He replied.

"Oh my, how did it happen?"

"Gunshot." he told her and walked away. As soon as he was gone, she breathed a sigh of relief. She sat down in the chair and turned on the computer.

"So you're the new girl?" asked a woman. Ziva spun around.

"Uh, yes. I am new." she answered, and flinched. What a terrible response. Then again, she was supposed to have zero interpersonal skills. But she needed to befriend SOMEONE so she could gather information and have access to the gossip. "My name is Rachel. Rachel David. And you?" she contiued.

"Sydney Bennett." she told Ziva, "Welcome to Stranzen. Would you like a tour of the facility?"

"That would be great!" Ziva told her, "Thanks."

"So you must be the replacement! DEE-lightful!" sneered Jonathan Paisley. They had completed the tour and were returning to Ziva's new desk when they were stopped at the cubicle next to hers. Ziva recognized Paisley from the photos in Crenshaw's office. And he was not a pleasant man.

"Reminds me of Snape, from Harry Potter." Tony commented.

"Ah, so the movie buff knows Harry Potter!" said McGee, "I thought you don't read?"

"I don't, I watch the movies."

"He reminds me more of a goblin," McGee replied.

"What from one of your video games, elf-lord?" Tony teased. Ziva could hear the headslaps.

"How about both of you SHUT UP?" Gibbs said. Finally, silence. Now Ziva could carry out a conversation with her prime suspect.

"You remind me a lot of that nosy bitch that got herself killed a few days ago." Paisley continued.

"Um, thanks?" she replied.

"But I mean that in the nicest way possible." he "assured" her.

"C'mon we have things to do," Sydney said, and grabbed Ziva's arm and pulled her next door to her cubicle. Sydney was very lucky Ziva was focusing so much on NOT being herself at that moment, because that little elbow-grab move would have earned her a kick in the gut and a front flip onto the floor if Ziva had been herself.

"Charming, isn't he?" Sydney asked sarcastically. "

"Mhmm. Why didn't he like Deborah Crenshaw?" Ziva pretended like she didn't know. She wanted to hear someone else's side of the story.

"He thought she was stalking him. He filed for a restraining order last month but it never got a judge's signature. I never believed Deborah would do that sort of thing, and she never told me the whole story. But she did show a sort of unhealthy interest in him. It puzzled me. He's not exactly the type of man anyone wants to spend more than a minute around. Now I guess we will never know her reasons." Ziva really hoped this wasn't true.

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