The first thing I did when I arrived to work was to put the pictures of Ziva in my desk. I saw McGee's face, he looked confused, but he said nothing. When Bishop arrived the first thing she did was to ask.
-Who is she?
-Ziva, the one that was before you -said McGee looking at me.
-And why are you putting her pictures? Shouldn't you put Zoe's? -Bishop kept insisting.
McGee looked at her like saying "Shut up!".
-Or maybe I should keep my mouth shut and seat -she said, trying to fix the situation.
I said nothing, I was too focused on looking at Ziva's picture and imagining how my life would have been with her by my side. Gibbs brought me back to reality.
-Any update? -he said while walking into the bullpen.
-I found another interesting guy boss -McGee started to talk- There's another member that wanted to see Private Northwood death. His name is Roger Keates -he looked at me, waiting for a reaction- he has been part of the band for four years now. Private Northwood declared on a trial against him and he went to prison because of that. He said that he wouldn't stop until Northwood would pay for what he had done.
-Seems like a motive to kill -I said- Where is he now?
He made a pause before answering. He has recently come out of prison, and the address that he gave to his probation officer is Constitution Ave 23.
-That is imposible -I said- That's Zoe's apartment.
-What better place to be than with your family? -said Bishop- Tony did Zoe tell you something about him?
-No, nothing. I didn't even know she had a brother.
I felt disappointed with Zoe. We had to have a serious talk. I grabbed my things and made my way to the elevator. When I arrived home Zoe had prepared the dinner, it smelled terrific but I had more important things to think about.
-So Roger -I said- You never mentioned him before.
Her face went white. She looked at me terrified, I had discovered her secret and she had nowhere to hide.
-Let me explain Tony...
-No, there's nothing to explain Zoe, you lied to me about your family. I don't like people to lie to me. I think we need some time.
When I said that I felt free, I cannot explain why, but I did. She took her things and left my apartment saying nothing. Just after she left, I took her pictures and threw them to the bin. After that, I took the one I was with Ziva and placed it there. Everything looked better that way.
