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Post by shortiejinete on May 11, 2010 23:17:35 GMT -5
L. Jethro Gibbs [/i][/font][/size]
These places all I ever think about is lost in time
These faces haunting me
I'm looking back and they are mine [/right]
Gibbs slammed down some papers in front of him on a table in front of a man who was avidly playing with his nails. He narrowed his eyeslits at the man. "You will tell me the names on the people on that list."his visages were cold. This was the 3rd time the man was in interrogation but it was the first time with NCIS. They had recently bumped up against the case and were sealing the deal now just to get him to return to lockup this time for good, but the man had wanted a deal for now names. Now he wasn't giving them. This whole set up irked Gibbs in only his way. He shook his head and turned to the man sitting there as he had been slightly distracted.
He finished interrogating him and got the information he needed. He came out of the interrogation room and tossed the papers at one of the nearby agents. "Lock up"he stated plainly before heading out to get himself some coffee, he needed it again and badly. He needed to get some caf pow to in order to bring to Abby. He figured she might be running low.
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Post by Ziva David on May 12, 2010 1:01:05 GMT -5
Ziva wasn't really waiting for Gibbs to get out of interrogation, she actually kind of enjoyed watching him interrogate people because it was different here, but Gibbs seemed to find a way to make it frightening for people without hurting them all that much. She was talking with another agent who said something about Frank and then walked away. Ziva was starting to think she was missing one of the idioms of the English language again. Ziva hated the english language or at the very least the American's version of the english language. Why did they have to complicate everything with idioms and paraphrasing and other things like that. Ziva was kind of lacking understanding. And seriously who was Frank because she was pretty sure the guy in interrogation wasn't named frank. Or maybe he was named Frank who knew.
Ziva saw Gibbs come out of the interrogation room, locking the room and taking the file she followed Gibbs keeping up with him rather easily but the baffled look didn't leave her face as she looked at the file. She was pretty sure the frank thing had to be an idiom now maybe maybe she was just that lost. She just looked like she was having a hard time comprehending what was going on. She should be catching on to it right the language couldn't be that difficult well apparently it could be since she wasn't getting it. Taking a deep breath she just decided to ignore the frank thing but it was on her nerves and she didn't quite know what it meant. She didn't want to bring it up to Gibbs for the general fact that she felt like an idiot when she didn't understand the idioms everyone used when she was talking to Gibbs.
Muttering something under her breath as she walked about how complicated the English language was. Why were they so complicated, she knew ten languages fluently, and basic phrases in several other languages so what was it about English that was so complex that Ziva couldn't figure it out. She just kept that too herself most of the time. She knew Gibbs would ask if he was curious.
“It seems that you finally got our suspect to speak to you” said Ziva her thick Israeli accent still quite apparent
The dark haired woman had no problem keeping up with the greying man that she worked for, honestly if she really wanted to she'd be ahead of him. Ziva didn't care though and she was only a Mossad officer Liaison to NCIS so until she proved otherwise that was all she could be. She could apply for Citizenship but right not she didn't care to and her green card was pleanty for her for the moment it was allowing her to do something she loved and improve her country's relationship with America. Not that it was possible to make it perfect but some help helped.
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Post by shortiejinete on May 12, 2010 1:16:04 GMT -5
L. Jethro Gibbs [/i][/font][/size]
These places all I ever think about
Are Lost in Time
These faces haunting me
I'm looking back and they are mine [/right]
"English is the most complicated English Language, and suspects talking is nothing new around this place."he said plainly as he rounded the corner. He shook his head, this girl had alot to learn about NCIS, he was quite certain she would pick up on it. Most of them these days were pretty quick to. He hadn't really wanted her on his team to begin with but he was more or less stuck with her now. He was beginning to trust her more and more as the days went on but she was far from up to par with his team these days.
'Still don't know why they had to give me a crazy Israeli assassin,' he kept his thoughts to himself as he headed towards the squadroom. 'Must get coffee, Can't stand breakroom crap'. Coffee seemed to be on his mind alot this morning perhaps because McGee had spilled it coming in the door and Gibbs hadn't had a chance to go get more. In fact he should send McGee to get him some more. "McGee, coffee" He managed to bark as he came up the stairs.
Ziva beside him didn't seem to make him miss a beat in his average day. He headed towards his desk seeing a pile of paperwork split it into three piles and promptly placed it on each of the desks. DiNozzo, McGee, and David's paperwork stacks just got higher but he had already done his share last night so they couldn't complain. He went back over to his desk hitting his computer to make the screen saver stop freaking out on him. He hit the thing on a daily basis so it was nothing new to anyone in the squadroom this much he was sure of.
Being a creature of habit was pretty simple for Gibbs; he came in, drank his coffee, did his paperwork, drank some coffee, went home worked on the boat while drinking his bourbon slept a few hours and repeated the cycle of life. Shannon and Kelly were always on his mind as they were now as he turned the computer screen off. He never mentioned them to anyone. It was his skeleton in the closet so to speak.
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Post by Ziva David on May 12, 2010 1:41:47 GMT -5
Ziva knew that Gibbs structured his days out mostly between work, his boat and coffee. Ziva's days were structured in a similar fashion, wake up, run, eat, go to work, go home sleep and repeat. She had a never ending cycle of this but that was fine with her. She knew most of the people at NCIS didn't trust her yet, but she was working on earning that trust from the team. She had gotten off on a good foot with Tony and McGee. Abby however she hadn't gotten off on such a good foot with. The happy goth wasn't someone Ziva was used to seeing and some how the two of them had just clashed right off the bat. Ziva muttered something to herself about who frank was or what it was still trying to find a frank in the file that she could maybe relate to the case. She wasn't sure how that worked at the moment but she definitely wasn't bothering Gibbs about it. McGee or Tony could answer her questions about the English language.
“American English is complicated, and I didn't say it was new, the way you go about it though is new though” said Ziva
Ziva didn't make Gibbs loose his pace, which was fine with her she'd rather keep a fast pace, but she didn't let him miss a single beat although McGee got singled out for coffee run again. She didn't really care for coffee that much most of the time but she did drink it when she knew she had a long night ahead of her. Gibbs though seemed to drink it as if it was going to disappear off of the face of the earth or as a replacement to water she wasn't quite sure which one it was though. She just figured she was better off not questioning it. Ziva kept thinking back to the Ari case something didn't feel right about it but again she wasn't voicing this concern at the moment because it wasn't high priority and there for she felt no need to mention it although the feeling wasn't going away. She thought maybe it was because she had just killed her half brother. She didn't know what was so wrong with it at the moment but something wasn't right. Ziva would let someone else like Gibbs voice that because of his gut and everyone trusting it.
Ziva was used to the Israeli way of making people talk which was usually scaring them until they talked or little things like a certain amount of pressure on certain nerves but Ziva for the most part just kept that way of interrogation to herself the scaring people though she could do here she couldn't threaten them with violence but she could scare them although Ziva was good at violence. Ziva just looked over her pile of mostly done paper work, most of it needed proof reading from someone who spoke the language to make sure that her paperwork made sense to american people she sometimes wrote it out in hebrew though because she had an easier time with hebrew than she did English. Looking at her computer screen it obviously was off doing it's own thing once more. She got increasingly frustrated with it and hit it again. She didn't know if that would actually fix it or not but it made her feel better. But still who the hell was frank, and why did the agent talking her want to be frank. She didn't get it at all stupid English language wasn't helping Ziva it was just making her life complicated. Muttering something about the frank thing and wanting to be frank to herself as she tried to make the uncooperative computer work.
Ziva didn't waste her time sucking up to Gibbs, trust would come when it was ready to come and she had earned it. She didn't care much for if her life changed or not but she did want to feel like part of the team, Jenny had obviously trusted her enough to let Ziva on the team so there was someone who trusted her. She knew McGee sucked up to Gibbs, and was called probie by Tony allot but something told Ziva that Probie was going to stick with McGee for the rest of his life at NCIS.
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Post by shortiejinete on May 12, 2010 2:04:51 GMT -5
L. Jethro Gibbs [/i][/font][/size]
These places all I ever think about
Are lost in time
These faces haunting me
I'm looking back and they are mine [/right]
"What is on your mind Officer David?" came the voice of a man that wanted to know answers as she was getting all fidgety like she did when something was egging her. He watched her hit the computer, well at least she was figuring that part out pretty easily. It seemed a habit around the place lately. McGee came back with his coffee and also one for himself. Gibbs took it off the tray without saying anything to McGee, taking a sip of it, he relaxed back in his chair, he looked between the two and put his coffee on the desk for a moment.
His mind was reeling dead people in his head this morning, Kate, Shannon, Kelly he couldn't get them out of his head. He knew Kate was irreplaceable, but it didn't show he was agitated by anything. He was really good at hiding things when he didn't want anyone to know. He needed a reason to open up and it had better be a good one or he would keep his trap shut til he got home and talk to the boat in the basement. There was an epidemic of people talking to things. His just happened to be made of wood. Like it would really listen.
He turned his attention back to Ziva. and shifted his weight in his chair taking another sip of his coffee still waiting on her response, he wasn't the most patient person on the planet these days either, it was probably due to the fact that he needed results and faster than they could really be provided. He set his cup down again and propped his legs up on the desk flipping through some files. It was then his phone rang. It was his cell. "Gibbs" came a voice he nodded and just hung up. He sometimes forgot he was on the phone and would just nod instead of speaking.
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Post by Ziva David on May 12, 2010 2:27:05 GMT -5
Looking at Gibbs when he said her name, correctly mind you so she wasn't correcting him like she sometimes did with Tony or McGee or people speaking to her on the phone. Sure it looked like it should be pronounced Dav id but it was pronounced Dah vide. Some how that seemed to be an issue for people in the United States to figure out. She noticed some people looked at her name with a blank stare on their faces like Ziva was some foreign language of its own. And she had heard people mangle that saying Ziv a or Zivie or other things like that but it wasn't that hard to figure out. She had an easy time figuring out who to hang her house phone up on because of that tendency for people to managle her name so badly anyone who knew her knew how to say her name so if they ddin't know her she didn't care too much.
“Some one needs to explain to me who frank is and if there is something that is supposed to be in front of to be frank and why do you want to be frank” said Ziva
Ziva thought for a second, her english must have been really confused for the agents walking past her were chuckling about what she just said. But she was frustrated and Gibbs asked what was on her mind, granted that was what was on her mind, but that was ok. Hitting her computer again when it didn't do what she wanted it to do. Why did they have them they just frustrated people into things like hitting them and then she finally got it to do what she wanted it too do. Ziva didn't really care about her cellphone at the moment the only people that called it were here so the likely hood of getting a phone call was pretty slim to none. Ziva watched Gibbs on the phone. Short sweet and too the point.
Ziva's mind was reeling over the Ari situation, sure he was her half brother but he was out of control. So what was making Ziva feel like she was missing something. She shouldn't be missing anything, he was dead it was done. Ziva didn't really know anything more than that. But something about the case just didn't feel over to her and she was looking into it on her own time which was limited. Ziva had had some late nights lately where she woke up only when her alarm went of saying it was time to run. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing though.
Ziva shifted her weight slightly on her chair but she was always ready to jump up at a seconds notice. Her mossad training taught her never to be off guard that and what had happened to Talia. Ziva didn't like to think about Talia too much her little sister had died a violent death and it wasn't fair to her that she died such a violent death. Talia had been harmless and unlike Ziva wasn't looking forward to her two years in the military. Ziva felt bad for her sister who was so mad that she was obligated to be in the army. Ziva would have taken her place in the army for her in a heart beat but Tali didn't have a choice Tali also didn't get to see anything she wanted to see.
A suicide bomber had taken that away from the young hopeful girl who wanted to go to college and travel the world and never return to Israel again. Ziva kept that story to herself though no one wanted to hear her sob story about her sister especially when Ziva wasn't sobbing. She had been at Talia's funeral but there was no body so there was just a casket there so it wasn't empty space. Sighing again she had to take her mind off of it. So she looked at Gibbs waiting patiently for an answer to her question.
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Post by shortiejinete on May 12, 2010 8:29:59 GMT -5
L. Jethro Gibbs [/i][/font][/size]
These places all I ever think about
Are lost in time
These faces haunting me
I'm looking back and they are mine [/right]
Gibbs chuckled upon hearing Ziva's words looked at her."It means to be to Direct David, Frank isn't a person in that term."There were many things on the man's mind, the english term was now one of. He just spoke the language, he didn't think it up. If he had there wouldn't be as many words as there were either. He looked up to his team with a sigh. Luckily the person on the phone was a wrong number. He almost wished it had been a case, his team was rather bored and he knew it.
He shifted most of his papers onto his desk into a file finally and looked to the Israeli woman, he couldn't help but chuckle at her mannerisms. It was amusing to him and he couldn't help but crack on of those smiles he was so good at doing. He watched her as she went to hit her computer, it appeared she had already taken a leaf out of his book.
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Post by Ziva David on May 12, 2010 22:06:55 GMT -5
Wait what frank wasn't a person in that term then why not just say to be direct. English was frustrating the most frustrating language she was trying to get a full grasp on. It wasn't an easy language though since there were words that meant one thing and another thing but were the same word. Or words that sounded the same but were spelt different. It wasn't an easy language to get a grasp on and sometimes the easiest way to do it was to just be around the people who spoke it.
“So why not just say to be direct” said Ziva
Ziva wanted a case at the moment, she wanted something to and really she didn't want to do paper work. Ziva liked to be in the action with people especially if it meant that she would earn the trust of the people she was working with right now she was the crazy Israeli assissin. She was stubborn and hard headed and her mother said the biggest problem in her life, she had wanted her little girl to be well just that a little girl. Ziva was a fighter though she wasn't going to let her life get swept up in something she didn't want and she wanted this she wanted NCIS and she wanted to be part of this team but she had to earn the trust that she wanted to have here. Ziva started on the paper work in front of her again after her computer cooperated with what she wanted
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Post by shortiejinete on May 13, 2010 22:56:49 GMT -5
(My muse died for this thread merely because they have nothing to do in the bullpen at the moment. I hate repeating myself over and over with paperwork. it gets boring)
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