A/N: Thanks for all of the alerts and favorites! Wow, my inbox is full haha. This chapter is a lot of dialogue, but it includes a little more back story to clear up some confusion.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of its characters, but I do own Kinneret (Kinsey) Zamud.

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"Well, this just went from weird to weirder." Tony threw in, trying to make light of the awkward conversation.

"So, it's true. She says that-" Gibbs started.

"I can speak for myself, Agent Gibbs." Kinneret spoke up for the first time, in a melodic heavily-accented voice. "I was not sure if you would remember me. It has been 11 years."

"I know how long it has been." Ziva spoke sharply. "What are you doing here?"

Kinneret did not get to answer her as Gibbs cell phone started to buzz. "Gibbs. Okay. Yeah. Be right there." He flipped his phone shut and jammed it back into his pocket. "McGee is in the garage with the van. We need to go. DiNozzo, you are with me and McGee in the van. Ziva, why don't you take your cousin in your car and follow behind us."

"You want me to bring a 15 year old to a crime scene?" Ziva asked, bewildered.

"We don't really have another option, do we? And it'll give you guys a chance to work out whatever is going on."

"There is nothing to work out, Gibbs."

"Until you can give me a reason why there is a minor in NCIS, I will be the judge of that. Now, get a move on. Unless you prefer the body rotting before we get there?"

"You never answered me. What are you doing in America?" Ziva asked her younger cousin after ten minutes of silent driving.

"Finding you." The girl threw back with an implied 'duh' to the statement.

"I want a reason, Kinneret!"

"It's Kinsey. No one calls me Kinneret anymore."

"I will ask you one more time. Why. Are. You. Here?" Ziva asked venomously, becoming impatient.

"Okay, look, Ziva. I do not want to be here as much as you obviously do not want me here. Well, I'm sorry, but we're both going to have to just deal with it. You know that my father was killed in an extraction three months before you left, right? Well, my mother has been battling malignant neoplasm for 7 months and-"

"Malignant neoplasm. You mean…cancer?", Ziva asked, shocked.

"Yes." Kinsey threw in quickly. "Well, she died a week and a half ago."

"Oh my God! I am so sorry, Kinsey. I had no idea."

"Well, why would you? You never call, never write. You never even said goodbye." The younger Israeli recoiled, throwing back at her older cousin.

"Kinneret, you know very well all of the complications that came with the situation. I did not WANT to leave, but the time came for me to-"

"That is a bunch of bull. You have wanted to get out of Israel since the day Tali died! You never could handle the fact that there were people who would kill innocent little Tali." The way she said her name was almost mocking. "So, when you heard that Ari was in danger, you just had to play hero because you just couldn't handle losing ANOTHER beloved sibling. Well, news flash, Ziva. Other people are hurting out there too, and just because life does not go perfect doesn't mean you can just step out of people's lives. My mother needed you! Do you have any IDEA how hard it is to stand there and WATCH as one of your own family members is killed?"

"Do not tell me it is hard to watch the death of a family member. I held my mother's hand as she died in our living room because my father would not pay for hospital care. I stood outside the building waiting for Tali to come out and show off her approval for early entry into the IDF. They never even recovered her REMAINS. The only thing that ever came out of that building was news that she had been blasted to bits. For God's sake, Kinsey, I killed my own BROTHER!" Kinsey's eyes went wide at her last statement.

"You…you did what?" The girl asked, suddenly scared.

Ziva paused, realizing what she had just said. Kinneret had not heard the news, yet. It had been 11 years since his death but she had never heard the news. "Ari. He went rogue. He killed an NCIS agent. He tried to kill my boss. I shot him before he got the chance."

"You shot Ari? Your b-b-brother? To save your 'boss'?" She started the sentence softly, unbelieving, but spat the last word. "What about family? You ever think about saving THAT? Oh…unfamiliar with the term? Family. A group of people who stick together! They do not just walk out of each other's lives because something bad happens. They help each other through it. They definitely do not SHOOT EACH OTHER!"

"Listen to me, Kinneret. You can not just show up at my work place and start telling me how to live my life. You do not know ANYTHING about me, okay? I do not know what you want from me, but I know that I can not offer it. So, please, catch the next flight back to Israel and just get out of my life!"

There was no conversation the rest of the drive. "Wait in the car." She instructed as they pulled into the crime scene and Ziva jumped out of her Mini Cooper to meet up with the rest of the team.

"McGee, bag and tag. Ziva, take pictures. DiNozzo, help out wherever is needed." And with that he was gone to go interview the witness.

"So, I take it that you two have hugged, reunited, and pulled a Full House?" Tony went right in trying to get as much information as he could. He was simply met with raised eyebrows. "Y'know, Uncle Jesse, DJ, Michelle, Danny, Joey, Steph, the whole crew!" He was met with a blank stare. "Okay, forget it. So, what's up with her? How did she get here, what does she want, come on! Lay it on me! I want the whole story."

"I can not tell you something that I do not even know." She responded snapping pictures of the mauled marine that lay sprawled in the dirt in front of her.

"You mean, in the 45 minute car ride, you didn't get any information out of her?"

"I would rather not discuss it. Now, can we please get back to work?"

"Fine, fine, fine. But this conversation's not over!" Something was definitely up. The Israeli Ice Queen was acting even more icy than normal. And that's saying a lot.

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~Avigaill