A/N: For Intro, please see Every Day Thoughts January.
Every Day Thoughts: June
June 1
The better part of one's life consists of his friendships. – Abraham Lincoln
Ducky smiled to himself as he watched Jethro leave his domain. It felt as though they had known each other forever.
He still remembered the first time they had met. He had been attending his first crime scene when an agent had appeared and started demanding information. The fact that they were standing on a very steep slope with the wind howling around them, threatening to send them both to their deaths, had not seemed to enter the silver-haired man's mind.
He had ended up shouting his preliminary findings over the roar of the wind. The questions yelled back at him had been impossible to hear; the wind was snatching every word. Eventually, Jethro had managed to indicate that they should sit in his car and talk.
With the wind rocking the car, Ducky had allowed himself some tea from his Thermos flask while the enigmatic agent had sipped at his coffee. Over their respective drinks, they had exchanged the necessary information. And then, with the Petty Officer safely in the van, they had parted ways.
At the time, Ducky had not realized how close they would become. After solving their first case together, their run of success had continued. They had continued to spend more time together, both in and out of the Navy Yard. They had shared stories, adventures, hopes and dreams, fears and follies.
He had no idea when they had crossed the line from acquaintances and co-workers to friends, but he knew they could never go back. And he did not want to.
He continued to smile to himself as he turned back to his latest guest. Jethro would find justice for her, of that he was certain.