Basement of Ill Repute, Late Monday Evening

[glasses_justice]

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

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[famous_gut]

It was a long walk back to the house. He slowly came down the steps, suddenly feeling very old and tired.

When he spotted Alex sitting in the basement he just stopped and stood there. His face pretty much unreadable.

"Hey."

[glasses_justice]

"Hey," she said softly. She folded her arms around herself, failing at looking unreadable. Which probably told him how much she knew. "Brought you some Scotch."

She wasn't sure what else to say, or how to say it.

[famous_gut]

He nodded just a little. He took a step closer to the boat which was looking mostly completed by this point. He ran his hand over the hull.

"You know? About her?"

[glasses_justice]

"Ziva," she offered, by way of explanation. She realized a beat later that that might very well be getting the other woman into trouble, and hastened to add, "I asked. She thought ... better for me to find out from her, than to show up asking questions."