Apr 26
Indolence is sweet, and its consequences bitter.
Voltaire (1694 - 1778)
Ziva David stepped off the elevator on Abby's floor and wondered yet again if she had chosen the right person.
Gibbs had probably never read a book. Tony definitely had not read a book. McGee would happily answer her, but he was busy hacking into the CIA and she did not wish to disturb him for something so trivial. Jenny was at a conference in Rome and Ducky was up to his elbows in dead bodies.
Abby would probably be able to help her, if she too was not swamped in work. The Israeli shrugged her shoulders as she entered the Goth's domain. It was not the end of the world anyway. She was simply curious and could not locate her Hebrew-English dictionary. Tony was a dead man when she saw him next.
"Ziva!" Abby squealed as she saw her approach. "It's so good to see you! I have to load these samples into Major Mass Spec, but I don't need to focus much so I hope you've come to gossip."
The Israeli smiled. Abby could always be counted on to brighten up a day. "I am curious," she began. "What is indolence?"
"You mean the cancer drug?" Abby suggested.
Ziva frowned. "Are you sure? I was reading Dickens."
"Oh, which one?" Abby practically danced as she placed the samples in the correct places. "I re-read A Christmas Carol the other day; it made me cry."
"I have read that, but I did not cry," Ziva admitted. "Have you read Bleak House? I thought it was excellent."
"And Oliver Twist!" Abby cried. "Such a beautiful ending."
As the conversation continued, Ziva found herself smiling. She still did not know the answer to her question, but it no longer mattered.