NCIS Squad Room. Late Evening.
"Yeah that day definitely goes in my worst day ever top ten."
"What's that Abby?" Ziva asks as she walks into the bullpen. She leans forward to swipe a slice of pizza from the box on Tony's desk just as he's reaching for it.
"Zi..." He starts to protest but on seeing the look on her face stutters to a stop.
"The boys and I are just discussing our worst day ever top ten. I was telling them the day Bubba bought the farm had to be on my list. He was one of my best friends growing up."
"What is sad about buying a farm? I would think it a nice dream to realize. All that space. I would like it."
"To raise animals?"
"No, Tony. To shoot things." She grins at him and unsure if she's being sarcastic he wisely decides not to pursue it. "So what is sad about it?" The other three chuckle. "What!" Ziva glares.
"Ah. To buy the farm is another way of saying to die."
"Thanks Abby and I am sorry about Bubba."
"Thank you Officer David." She looks at her watch. "Oops. I gotta go guys. You know what the nuns will do to me if I'm late to bowling practice. Good night." She rushes to the elevator.
"So now there is just one thing I do not understand."
"What's that Ziva?"
"I have heard some weird things since coming here but what kind of name is Bubba?"
"It's a perfect name." McGee answers with a smile.
"It is?"
"Yes, it was a perfect name for the best damn coon dog in Jefferson county."
"Bubba was a dog?"
"Correct Officer David."
As she goes to take another slice of pizza Ziva thinks to herself that whilst she was making some progress on learning to be an investigator and with the American vernacular she obviously still had a long way to go in learning to understand her colleagues and one forensic scientist in particular. She would have to continue to take it one skip at a time.