Sat in a stuffy office on the corner of one of the busier streets in the city, Ziva sits, wishing profusely that she'd taken a seat a little further away from the roaring fire. She was waiting to speak with her lawyer, a man charged with the often somewhat difficult task of dealing with the legal troubles that she managed to get herself in - even after all this time in the business, with corrupt cops passed down through the generations sometimes, there was the occasional scrape that still required legal attention. Today's particular concern was that she was a suspect in a recent truck heist - not a big deal, nothing she couldn't pay her way out of, or at the very most, do a short jail sentence for - and at this point in her career, jail was almost like a holiday camp vacation.

Leaning back in her chair while the lawyer took a call from the reception area, she sat up with a jolt as she heard the door crash open - she hadn't realized she'd been on the point of dozing off. Turning her head around, expecting the lawyer, she instead saw - and she blinked hastily to confirm this - a monkey!? Holding a cup of water?! Too startled to react in any other way, when the monkey offered her the cup, she took it. As she stuttered out a shocked thank you, he ran back out of the room, leaving the cup as the only evidence she wasn't dreaming.

Drinking the water, she suddenly felt fantastically refreshed, but a deep puzzlement set in her mind.

Who could've sent this monkey? Leroy, in a last show of care and love? Or perhaps something more sinister. Perhaps... the beavers!

Heading out onto the streets, not even waiting for the return of her lawyer, she quickly spots JonnyBeRed stood out on the corner shouting about a monkey. Running over, she grabs his arm.

Jonny, what the fuck was that? The monkey!? What a refreshing little fellow! I fear something more sinister may be afoot though. We need to find this guy. I think he went that way.

She points around the corner.

Maybe we should follow him?

As Jonny grabs a passerby to continue spreading the message of random acts of monkey-ness, Ziva makes the snap decision that her shoes - beautiful as they were - were only going to have a detrimental effect to her ability to track down this strange phenomena, and to torture interrogate charm any links to beaver domination plans out of it. Despite the obvious dangerous of tearing through a city barefoot, she decides to take one for the mafia world and way of life and pulls them off, stashing them carefully in her handbag. Hopefully, this matter would be quickly resolved, but if things turned ugly and she couldn't get to her gun... stiletto heels had their uses.

As Jonny sets off running, she blinks in surprise before quickly following him, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail as she goes.

Jonny, have you got a plan for after we find this thing?

She calls out as she closes the distance between them.

Kilgore stepped onto the curb. Mid-chew with half eaten banana in hand, he paused to size up JohnnyBeRed, quietly mulling over what he assumed to be the delightfully adverse effects of Bolivian marching powder. With a few more hasty chews, he swallowed his mouthful and stepped forward.

Hey buddy, I'd be careful about throwing that 'M' word around. Might be somebody's grandpa you're talking about. You know some of the folks around here just recently evolved into the capacity for speech.

He glanced over his left shoulder, then his right.

And not to argue semantics here, but if he's running around handing out drinks, doesn't that make him more of a, y'know, refreshment monk... erm, nontraditional citizen? Does he have a little paper hat with a cart full of peanuts and cotton candy? I'm just spitballin' here.

Not to say you're wrong, necessarily. Who am I to say? I've never met this fellow. Maybe he's filled to the brim with exciting new ideas, a wonderfully fresh outlook on life, good humor and witty banter. That, I'll say, would be most refreshing.

Especially if he is just an errant ape, completely unrelated to the rest of the boorish twits around here.

After a few seconds' thought, Kilgore removed the remainder of his banana from the peel. Reasonably certain that no one was watching, he hunched a bit and began trolling down the sidewalk, fruit held outright, making a gentle clicking noise with his tongue as if beckoning for a family pet.

Kilgore, the last animal around here to offer new ideas, a wonderfully fresh outlook on life, good humor and witty banter got turned into Squishy's new floor rug.

Ziva bows her head in respect for the slain Leroy.

Jonny, beavers are starting to look like a distinct possibility. We've not had a beaver attack in a while, they've been quiet, plotting, maybe even gone underground. I'd bet they're going to lull us all into a false sense of security, biding their time before they leap up from the shadows and unleash a new hell upon us all!

Perhaps if we dressed somebody up as a monkey, he might be more willing to show himself? If he saw a monkey walking about amongst us?

Ziva begins to softy call out 'Here, monkey monkey monkey!'.