A/N: If your favorite character in NCIS was Kate, you will hate me. Ah well, I never liked her. Please read!
They arrived at a building that sort of resembled a long house. It was by the edge of a large lake, which Ziva guessed was the camp's namesake, Lake Cameron. She had read about it online.
Cynthia opened the door and Ziva stepped inside.
"Hi!" A girl of about thirteen, dressed in a "Peace, Love, Forensics" t-shirt and a short black and white plaid skirt danced up to Ziva. "I'm Abby! Who are you?"
"Don't crowd the girl, Abs." A (very, very good looking) boy laughed at Abby's antics.
"I'm Ziva David." Ziva replied.
"Ziva!" The cute guy exclaimed. "Shalom! Ma shlom-meh?"
"You speak Hebrew…?" Ziva asked, confused, then realized who he was. "Tony DiNozzo?"
"You two have met?" A slightly geeky looking guy asked, and Tony laughed.
"She's my pen pal." He explained, and then said to Ziva: "This is McGeek."
"McGeek?" Ziva asked, and the geeky boy glared at Tony.
"It's McGee. Timothy McGee." He replied, and Ziva smiled.
"Bond, James Bond." She replied, and he glared at her. She laughed. "I was only joking."
"Hello Ziva." A man of about forty approached her and shook her hand. "I'm Agent Gibbs and I just about run this place."
"Agent?" Ziva asked, cocking her head to one side.
"Retired NCIS agent." Gibbs answered her question, and she nodded, understanding. A red-haired woman approached from behind, followed by a Chinese girl with long black hair, and a nerdy guy with curly brown hair and glasses.
"Jenny Gibbs-Shepard." She introduced herself.
"I'm Michelle." The Chinese girl smiled up at Ziva, who was about a head taller.
"And I'm Jimmy." The nerdy boy with glasses grinned at Ziva.
"Uh, hi." Ziva smiled at them.
"Jenny, I'm bored!" Tony complained in a whiny voice.
"Do be quiet." Ziva told him, and Jenny laughed.
"What do you kids want to do? We are still waiting for Kate…"
"Dodgeball!" Tony said.
"Dodgeball?" Jenny asked, and everyone except Jimmy nodded.
"I think I'll sit this one out…" He said, and retreated to a bench that ran along the side of the room.
"Do you want to pick your teams?" Jenny asked.
"Sure is." Tony replied for everyone and began to pick out teams. Jenny sighed. "McGoo and Abs, me and Ziva, and Michelle, what team do you want to be on?"
"I think I'll sit out with Jimmy…" Michelle replied, and went off to sit with Jimmy. Tony looked after her, and shrugged.
"Do you usually scare people off like that?" Ziva asked, and Tony glared at her.
"Two against two? Kinda small for Dodgeball… but whatever. We'll manage." Jenny passed Ziva and Tony a ball each, and threw one to McGee and one to Abby. McGee dropped his, any Tony laughed.
Both teams stood on benches at opposite ends of the building. Jenny and Gibbs pushed a bench across the room so the middle was obvious.
"Three… Two…" Gibbs counted down. "ONE!"
Ziva jumped off the bench and had hit McGee with the ball before he had left the bench. He sighed, and walked dejectedly over to stand on the bench on Tony and Ziva's side of the hall. Abby darted out of the way of one of Tony's throws, but just as she threw her ball to hit him, Ziva had grabbed the ball before it hit her teammate and threw it back to hit Abby on the thigh.
"Tony and Ziva win!" Jenny announced.
"No fair." McGee sighed as he got off the bench and returned to Abby. "The teams are too small!"
"How about… Jethro, you go with Tony and Timothy, and I will go with Ziva and Abby." Jenny decided. Every seemed happy with the preposition, and Tony and Abby swapped places. They handed out balls so everyone had one to throw.
"Michelle, can you count us in?" Gibbs shouted across to the slight Chinese girl.
"Three, two, ONE!" Michelle began the game.
Ziva leaped off the bench, and threw her ball while she was still in the air. It hit McGee in the stomach, and he disconsolately wandered over to stand on the bench behind the girls.
Gibbs' aim hit Abby's foot, and she ran over to stand on the bench behind Gibbs and Tony, waving her arms. While Gibbs temporarily had nothing to throw, Jenny threw her ball, but Gibbs dodged it, and threw it right back at her, hitting her on the shoulder. She joined Abby on the bench.
Ziva darted out of the way of one of Tony's throws, and hit Gibbs in the leg with the ball that had just hit Jenny. Now it was just Tony and Ziva. Tony tried to throw a ball for one of his teammates to catch, but Ziva jumped and batted it away. Tony sprinted to get the ball that had hit Gibbs, just as Ziva aimed for him.
"AGH!" Tony shouted, and Ziva's strong throw slammed straight into his butt as he picked up the ball. "Damn you!"
"Girls win!" Jenny announced, grinning. Abby jumped off the bench and started to taunt McGee. Ziva sat on the central bench and watched Tony.
"It can't have hurt that much." She stated, and Tony stood up and glared at her.
He would never, ever admit it, but he thought she was beautiful. And he was beginning to think that he had a crush on her. Although he would never admit it. She wasn't really his… type. But, obviously, he would tease her and flirt with her. Pretty much what he did with any good looking girl.
"Oh shut up." He retorted, sitting next to her.
"Weakling!" She teased.
"I'm not a weakling!" Tony protested, and Ziva laughed.
"Liar." She grinned, and poked him in the ribs, causing him to wince in pain.
"Stop torturing DiNozzo, he might come in useful sometime." Gibbs said, as he walked over to the pair.
"For what?" Ziva asked skeptically.
"Oh, I don't know… Using as a buoyancy aid when your kayak capsizes?" Gibbs guessed, and Ziva laughed, while Tony looked hurt.
"That's not very nice." He told the leader, who shrugged.
"You want to be in the Marines, you gotta be tough." Gibbs advised him, and Tony shrugged. He didn't want to be in the Marines anyway.
"What did you do before you became an Agent for NCIS?" Ziva questioned him.
"I was a sniper in the Marines." Gibbs told her, and Ziva brightened.
"Cool! Do you have shooting ranges here?" She asked, and Gibbs nodded, laughing.
"Pistol shooting and rifle ranges, yes. And archery." Ziva looked blank, although she looked happy at the prospect of pistols and rifles.
"What is archery?" She asked, and Tony chuckled.
"You know, like bow and arrows?" He asked, and she nodded.
"Ah yes. Like in medieval times!" She exclaimed.
"Sort of." Tony conceded. "Ah, I'm bored again. Why can't this other girl arrive already!"
Ziva turned.
"Looks like she already has." A girl with long, wavy, black hair entered the building, and looked around and sighed. Summer did not look like it was going to be good. Then she noticed the boy sitting on the bench in the middle of the room, gestured for her escort to leave, and approached him.
She stepped over the bench, and pushed her way in between Ziva and Tony, turning her back to Ziva. Ziva glared at the girl.
"Hi, I'm Kate." She introduced herself in a smooth New York accent. "And you are?"
"Tony DiNozzo." Tony replied, smiling at the pretty girl who was obviously flirting with him. Ziva stood up and wandered off to join Abby and McGee.
"Ugh. Sharlila." She muttered, as she stood next to them.
"What?" Abby asked, and Ziva shrugged.
"Nothing."
"What is a… sharlila?" Abby asked, and Ziva bit her lip.
"It is Hebrew for… oh, never mind. It doesn't matter." She sighed. She had thought that Tony might like her… Obviously he would prefer the girls who were like Kate, lots of make-up, big chest, long legs and flirtatious. He would never prefer butt-kicking, Israeli Ziva over butt-swinging, New Yorker Kate.
"I hate her already." Abby informed Ziva. "I mean look at her, she's practically sitting on him."
"She has way too much make-up on." McGee chipped in, and Ziva nodded her agreement.
"We were talking over there, Tony and I, and she just pretty much interrupts, sits on him, and ignores me." Ziva said, enjoying the bitchy tone in the conversation, and glad she wasn't the only one who thought so much of Kate.
"We have to share a room with her!" Abby complained. "How unfair! I bet she'll be one of those girls who makes you use the toilets over by the dining hall to clean your teeth because she's in the bathroom in the cabin doing her make-up to impress the boys."
"She better not be." Ziva growled. "Well, it doesn't matter that much, I will just wake up before her. Simple."
"Nice plan…" Abby agreed. "I don't think I really want to even talk to her. I mean, she just blanked everyone and headed for the cute, Italian guy."
"You think he's cute?" Ziva teased her, and Abby laughed, and they wandered off, talking what McGee would call 'girl-talk.' He had learnt from his sister not to interrupt when she was talking about her latest crush. It always ended in seriously painful circumstances.
A/N: Poor McGee! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter!!! Please review it!!!
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