NCIS Squad Room. The team are hard at work at their desks until Tony's phone begins to ring.

"Special Agent DiNozzo." He listens a moment. "What's he like?" He listens some more absently nodding his head as he does so. "That's good. It'll make our job easier. Stay with him and we'll be right there." He hangs up. "Agent Balboa has Smith's old shipmate in the conference room and apparently he's quite chatty. I love it when they're like that."
"Why?"
"It makes a pleasant change from having to twist people's arms to get them to talk to us."
"You surprise me Tony. I can not believe NCIS agents would use violence to obtain information. I thought things would be different here from what I was used to at Mossad."
"What are you talking about Officer David?"
"You said you often use arm twisting to get people to talk to you. I am surprised such activities are approved by your superiors. Then again I can easily picture Gibbs..." she muses.
He chuckles. "It's just an expression Ziva. We don't actually hurt anyone."
"Oh. That is...disappointing."
"Want to sit in on this interview? It'll be a useful experience."
"Sure. I mean thanks."

NCIS Conference Room.

"So we know from his phone records that petty officer Smith kept in regular contact with you."
"Yes."
"What we need to know about is when you last spoke to him."
"I'm not sure what information you think I have agent DiNozzo. We'd talk about my kids, his girlfriends, old colleagues, sport. Nothing significant."
"We're trying to find out anything we can about where he might have been, who he might have talked to, what sort of mood he was in these past two weeks. Anything at all you can tell us will be helpful."
"He showed up at my place last week. Late Wednesday evening. Didn't call first. I think he might have been drinking."
"What makes you think that?"
"Just the way he was acting although I didn't smell it on his breath."
"Go on."
"He wanted me to give him some money and when I said I couldn't help he started getting agitated.I offered to let him stay the night but he wasn't interested. He kept saying he needed the money and that I owed it to him. Then he began banging on the front door and yelling so I had to tell him where to go and I..."
"You gave him directions to somewhere else? Where was that?" Ziva interrupts.
"What?"
"The place where he went after seeing you. It might be important."
"Huh?"
Ziva's phone rings and she steps outside to take the call. "Is she for real?"
"Oh, yes. She's just moved here."
Ziva comes back in. "Now Mr Jones you were just about to tell me where you sent petty officer Smith."
"Nowhere."
"Is that another of your small country towns?" She asks with a puzzled frown.
"No, Ziva. Telling someone where to go is an expression. It basically means telling them to get lost."
"Then why did he not just say that?" Tony rolls his eyes. "Gibbs wants me back in the squad room and for you to finish up the interview."
"O.K." She leaves.
"Well she certainly is different."
"That she is Mr Jones. That she is."