A/N: I think I'm going put random bits here, drabbles that fit into nothing. . . . . Yes, I like that idea. Here is where I shall put my drabbles! Yay. Thanks for reading, Kit
A/A/N: [another author's note :^)] This piece takes place right after the Rescue in ToC, when Abby hugs Ziva. Ziva/Abby Friendship
Of Home and Friendship, Happiness and Hugs
The solidness of another person startles you, yet, oddly, the sudden contact is welcome. So you let your chin rest on the friendly shoulder, your body relaxing against another. The kind smell of soap and cleanliness is a relief to your nose, the faint aroma of peppermint toothpaste and lavender laundry detergent comforting. Soft cotton brushes against your neck and hands, soothing to your skin. A faint smile ghosts across your lips and you relish in the foreignness of the feeling. Since when did a simple hug, a mere embrace of friendship, ignite such happiness? Happiness. Now that was a beautiful concept. Happiness and friendship and hugs and the warm safe feeling of home and belonging. Niceness and kindness and love. Love. You realize you missed that, to be honest, you never really realized you even had that –never even aware you were missing it. Home and friendship, happiness and hugs. Love and family. Yes, you deicide, it was good to be found, better to be wanted, amazing to be loved.