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[bywiseguidance]

[Ziva doesn't really waste any time when the video feed turns on. She's toying with something in her hands, turning it around and around--it's vaguely wallet-sized, black leather, with a golden glint visible every so often. But her eyes are focused on the screen, her expression carefully neutral.]For those acquainted with Caitlin Todd, she seems to

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[todistantskies]

You mean... when we go home? Dunno. I've talked to a couple of people when they got dragged back here a second time and they were always all messed up. Like they didn't know the day, or where they were, and sometimes even forgot people that knew them.

[bywiseguidance]

[Ziva sighs through her nose and frowns.]

I cannot hope for much, then. Even if I thought to, there would be no way of knowing...probably not even when I returned myself.

[todistantskies]

Maybe not. I mean... think about it, if you brought all that knowledge back home, you'll just warn others to avoid making the same mistake we all did, right? That's bad for business, far as this place goes.

[bywiseguidance]

That is not quite my meaning either.

Caitlin Todd died five years ago, to my reckoning--though to her, it had not happened yet. I warned her of the circumstances of it.

Even if she manages to avoid those circumstances, it could not change history as I know it, yes? Creating two different worlds, at best.

[todistantskies]

[ There is a long, heavy pause here. ] That's... I don't know. Time paradoxes aren't exactly my specialty. If we're talking relativity as it fits foldspace travel, sure, but not tell someone in the past how to avoid something bad happening to them.

[bywiseguidance]

Especially since...it was her death that was responsible for my arrival in America, and my work with NCIS in the first place. It is a complicated matter.

[todistantskies]

Oh. I bet.

I've never heard of that organization before, but at least I can tell that you're from Earth.