Every Day Thoughts: January
Jan 1
You will discover another part of yourself in each new friend you make.
Patience. Something Anthony DiNozzo had never possessed in spades. He always wanted everything immediately.
He supposed it had started when he was a young boy. His father had bought him anything he had asked for, as though money could buy love. As he had grown older, he had found it more and more difficult to wait for anything. He found himself bouncing around, refusing to wait for five minutes when he could have something else immediately. Sure, Gibbs had helped, in his own way, mainly be growling at him and forcing him to do work.
Until one day, one Ziva David, crazy ninja Mossad chick, had wandered into the squad room and into his life. At first, he had seen her as a replacement for Kate, who he didn't feel needed replacing. But Ziva was nothing like Kate. She scared him, although he would never admit it to her face. She teased him in more ways than one. She challenged him on a level he had never realized he needed challenging on.
And somehow, he found his patience growing. It had something to do with her idioms, he felt. She could never seem to get them quite right. Initially, he had found it infuriating. But in time, he found himself longing for her slip-ups, simply so he could correct her. It was not a malicious longing, more a desire to help her. He couldn't help her with much – she was incredibly capable and independent – but he was happy to take what he could get.
"You look as though you head is in the sky," Ziva called across the squad room, interrupting his chain of thought.
He smiled broadly. "Clouds, not sky, Zee-vah."