[Tony looks pensively at Ziva's desk]
So, where is she?
[starts] Who?
Tony, Ziva's been gone since Thursday.
Oh! Ziva. Gosh, I hadn't noticed.
You are lying.
McGoo, I have better things to do than obsess about the whereabouts of our little miss fancy-pants Ziva.
Like what?
Well, for starters, there's lunch. Today I'm picking falafel.
Tony.
All right. She spent the weekend with him.
Who?
The sire of South Beach. The king of Key West. The man with the mister -- I'm running out of things to call him.
She won't even tell us his name.





