I remember the first time I saw the expression on her face. It was that first time I met her, in the bullpen. She walked in like she owned the place, surprising me out of a… memory of Kate. Even though I was still broken up with guilt and loss about Kate, she made me smile, and laugh, and joke, and, I'll admit, drool a little.
Cargo pants! Of all the women I've met, and there've been a lot, let me tell you, none of them could pull off cargo pants. But on Ziva they looked like lingerie. It was just her. I was sucked into the game, but it didn't take her long to show that she wasn't like the ladies I was used to playing with. She topped every one of my comments, my jokes that usually make women blush, she even topped my GSM mag! It was a match made in heaven. Until reality decide to punch me in the face.
She didn't want Gibbs to kill Ari. She wanted to protect Ari. Protect the dirtbag who killed my partner, my friend. That snapped me out of my game.
The first time I saw that look on her face was when I told her I wanted him dead.