Everyone looked up hopefully as Gibbs returned with his coffee and deflated in unison when all he did was sit down. Dammit, no case. Ziva felt like they really shouldn't be wishing ill will on Navy personnel but it had been a long week of nothing to do. Seriously, nothing. Not even a hint of a case. Which was fine for one or two days, it gave them a break, something that was always welcomed. They could also catch up on paperwork which stopped the Director and other administrators breathing down their necks. But more than two days meant that all of that was done and the days got long and tedious. Especially when Gibbs brought the cold case box out. None of them liked the sound that made when landing on his desk. In fact, they had learned to dread it because it promised days of boredom and trying to track down long lost information. And today was really no exception.

In fact, it was worse than usual because this particular box of reports and cases were all handwritten. By people with absolutely horrendous handwriting. Ziva wasn't sure which agent wrote which report in some cases. And none of them had been digitised. Probably because of the horrendous handwriting.

All she knew was that she had a headache that painkillers had yet to rectify and she was starting to see double. Which, for some of these old case files, actually improved their legibility. But she digressed, she needed a break from cold cases. Desperately. But could not excuse herself down to Ducky because she had already done that about two hours ago and she would not be able to get away with it quite so soon.

So, she resorted to her computer. Which normally would not help her headache but computer text was actually an improvement over handwriting. Her eyebrows rose as she noticed an email come in from Nettie. She did not get a lot of emails from her aunt, the older woman much preferred to Skype or phone. Something about bearing her voice being more personal? Ziva did not know and did not mind obliging her Aunt.

Double clicking on the email, she saw that there were multiple attachments but first she went to the actual message.

"More pictures for you" was all the subject line stated and there was no message in the email. No text whatsoever. She even scrolled down just in case Nettie hit the return key too many times or something. No. Still no message, just attachments. Lots of attachments. Ziva was pretty sure that Nettie had used the maximum amount the email allowed. Pictures, pictures and more pictures. All of them scanned from old photo albums.

And they were all of her. Of course, they were all of her. And Tali. Tali was in some too. Look what Tony had started. Honestly, she was surprised that her Aunt had sent then to her and not him, they seemed to be in cahoots (such a lovely word) these days.

She had not been aware that so many photos of her as a child existed, never mind those of her at the beach. Though, she supposed that was when she saw Nettie most often as a child, when she went to her Saba and Savta's home in Yaffa. She did not think that she ever left the beach when she was there.

She leaned out of the way as something came zooming past her.

"Aw, come on!" Came her disappointed partner's voice. "There was no way you were paying attention to me!"

"I am always aware of my surroundings," she informed him as she leaned over to pick up whatever it was, he threw at her.

A pen lid. He had thrown a pen lid. A step up from his usual paper balls. She inspected it briefly before throwing it right back where it came f4om. The only difference was that hers hit her mark.

"Ow!"

She could not help but smile as he rubbed his forehead. Just between his eyes, like she had aimed. That never stop being incredibly satisfying. Were there more pen lids lying about?

"What has you so enthralled in your screen?" He teased after he decided that his pouting was getting him nowhere. "You starting to enjoy doing research for cold cases?"

They both shuddered at the thought. If she ever started to enjoy cold cases then she would willingly ask Ducky to check over her. Because there would definitely be something wrong from her. The only enjoyable thing about cold cases was if you managed to solve one, there was great satisfaction from that but getting there was horrific. There was no thrill of the chase like on a normal case, nor were there satisfying leads to follow up because cold cases normally meant vague details.

"Oh," he perched on her desk and looked far too enthusiastic. "Are you watching videos instead of doing work?"

"None of us would get away with that."

"True. What about internet shopping?"

He really must be bored if he found this silly guessing game of his fun. She almost felt bad putting a stop to it.

"No, it is just an email from my Aunt," she explained.

"Nettie?"

"Are you aware of any of my other Aunts?"

"You have other Aunts?"

And she should not have said that. She really should not have said that. It was bad enough that he was aware of Nettie. In fact, he communicated with her. She did not need him doing the same with any of her other Aunts. No. That would be a disaster.

Ziva gave Tony a pointed look which hopefully both answered his question and make him not want to ask any more questions.

"Right, of course," he said nervously and then perked up. "What did Nettie want? She hasn't emailed me in a while."

"That is a good thing," she informed him.

Because emails between him and Nettie never ended well for her.