Alex was relieved she'd encountered Ziva today, at the Perk. To learn that Gibbs's daughter was his, but not from a messy divorce. Just from a time before his life had gone to hell ( Read more... )

It wasn't the hooker part that bothered her.

It wasn't even that the hooker had apparently been paid for by a political campaign, in order to service the candidate. Which pissed off every last principle she still had.

No, it was the fact that the hooker in question had been dumber than a box of hair that was pissing Alex off the most ( Read more... )

( Alex Cabot gets an e-mail. )