Random one-shot that I wrote during dinner. Set anywhere during season three and after. I don't own anything, just borrowing.
Tony shook his head as Ziva dialled the number. "You really think Mossad knows where Stewart is? I mean, we've been after him for years and we're clueless!"
Ziva rolled her eyes as she looked over at him. "Tony, Mossad knows what your Aunt Ruth had for breakfast." Her attention was diverted as the line connected and she began to chatter in what Tony assumed was Hebrew.
He turned around to face McGee. "You know what the scariest part of that was?"
McGee raised a quizzical eyebrow.
Tony lowered his voice to a whisper. "I actually have an Aunt Ruth."