In your mess hall
[Ziva sits at one of the tables near the back with three large file folders laid out in front of her -- each one having been read through thoroughly with some of the photographs and material from the third still sitting out in front of her. On top of the files are two photographs: one of her with a dark haired man of middle-eastern descent smiling at each other almost as though they didn't know they were being photographed and very old one of three children standing on a street.
For the most part, she looks just fine, as she slowly and methodically takes apart her gun so she can clean it as she looks again through the last few pages of the third folder. She is also quietly ignoring the sign flashing brightly over her head:
THE DIRECTOR WELCOMES YOU HOME OFFICER ZIVA DAVID!!
There is cake, cookies, punch, and assorted snacks on the tables behind her.]
((Finally updating Ziva to just before the last couple of minutes of season 6's finale.))
For the most part, she looks just fine, as she slowly and methodically takes apart her gun so she can clean it as she looks again through the last few pages of the third folder. She is also quietly ignoring the sign flashing brightly over her head:
THE DIRECTOR WELCOMES YOU HOME OFFICER ZIVA DAVID!!
There is cake, cookies, punch, and assorted snacks on the tables behind her.]
((Finally updating Ziva to just before the last couple of minutes of season 6's finale.))