March 9
"When you are getting kicked from the rear it means you are in front." - Fulton J Sheen.
Ziva David decided she hated exams.
Pushing the book in front of her across the desk, she stretched lazily, trying to ease out the ache across her back. Tony and McGee were out with Gibbs chasing down a suspect, while she'd been confined to her desk until she could name more than 8 former Presidents.
Apparently, Gibbs took the citizenship test extremely seriously. So did she, but felt confident she'd be okay. Her ability to remember and process information could explain her flawless planning on covert missions and gave her the edge she needed over the other Mossad assassins.
So why couldn't she remember 8 simple names?
"Agent David?" The Director smiled down at her, a look of slight confusion across her face. "Why are you here on your own?"
"I am not allowed back in the field until I can remember more than 8 former Presidents."
Jenny smiled. "Jethro is determined to see you pass."
"I am too, Director. I just do not understand why a test should decide my fate and keep me stuck at a desk."
"I'll talk to him and see what I can do." The redhead promised. Ziva thanked her in Hebrew. "Would you like someone to test you?"
"I did ask Tony but everything ends with either a movie reference or-" She paused. "Would that be okay?"
Jenny nodded. "I have some time to help out a friend. Especially if it keeps me away from paperwork." The two women laughed together as they climbed the stairs. "I heard about your fight with Tony..."
"Which one?" Ziva asked, opening the door for her superior.
"In the squad room Thursday afternoon. Getting him into a headlock is pretty severe. What did he do this time?"
"The usual."
"I can imagine." Having settled at the table with the door closed behind them, Jenny slipped off her jacket and shoes. "Let's get started."