Feb 2
If life has introduced you to even one person you can call a true friend, you are truly blessed.
Tim glanced across at Abby as they worked together. It was an easy job, but Gibbs wanted results fast, so Tim had found himself dispatched to the lab to speed things up a little.
They had spent most of their time chattering away as though they had not seen each other for years, even though it had only been a few hours. The computer program was working its magic and could not be rushed, just like Abby's analyses. So they laughed, giggled, teased, and shared secrets.
Abby had owned up to a childhood phobia of clowns, so Tim had declared his young fear of basketballs, and gone into great detail, much to the Goth's delight. Then had come the debate on the best flavor of Jell-O. That had spiraled into a discussion on the relative merits of Mini Coopers. Neither was aware of how or why the topics changed, but they did.
The computer beeped, although neither of them recognized it. They were caught up in their own world, oblivious to everything but each other. They were embroiled in a race to see who could hack into the Pentagon quicker.
Tim cheered as the elevator dinged. Fast as lightning, their feet were back on earth, and they whirled guiltily to see who it was.
Ducky was smiling as he entered the lab. "Everything okay up here?" he queried.