Jan 19
I bring the simplest pledge of love, friend of my earlier days. – Oliver Wendell Holmes, "To James Freeman Clarke"
Ziva opened the door at the insistent knocking. She was trying to unpack, her belongings having just arrived from Tel Aviv. She did not want any interruptions at this point…
Jenny stood outside, a pizza box in her hands. "Thought you might want some company," she smiled.
Ziva opened the door further and allowed her friend to enter. "I did not think that I packed this much."
Jenny carefully placed the box on top of a pile of cushions. "First time I came back from college, I was amazed at all the things I had managed to acquire," she admitted. "I also realized how much hard work was required to pack and unpack. I don't think I ate in two days."
The Israeli chuckled. "Sounds familiar."
"I thought that dinner would be a good gift. So, how are you finding America?"
She perched on the edge of a different box. "I think it will take me a while to become accustomed to it. But I am finding it interesting."
"It's definitely interesting," Jenny laughed. "What about the team?"
"Agent DiNozzo seems scared of me. McGee is very friendly, while Gibbs…"
"Is Gibbs? It took him a few months to warm up to me. Give it time."
"A few months?" Ziva teased. "Here I thought you got together on day one."
"Ziva!" she mock protested. She pushed the pizza box in her direction. "When was the last time you ate, anyway? Lunch?"
Ziva shrugged her shoulders. "Probably." Opening the box she took a good look at the contents inside. "My favorite."
"Would I get you anything else?"
They shared a smile, their friendship still secure.