Ziva leaned back in her chair, stunned at what she had just read from her computer monitor.

"What is it?" McGee asked, showing concern for his co-worker, "Are you okay, Ziva?"

"My friend Adam...he is dead."

"Oh, I'm sorry." McGee gave his condolences, "How did he die?"

"Uhh..." Ziva glanced towards McGee before looking back at her computer screen, "From a rare disease...something called: small dickitis."

"Heh. So, I guess even while you were sleeping with him, you still felt alone, huh?" Tony quipped, making his way from the elevator. An audible groan came from Ziva, "What?" He grinned, "Too soon?"