Jan 30
We look to our friends for different things. Some are "night on the town" friends. Some are telephone friends. Others are office friends. Each contributes unique qualities and brings something special to our lives.
Gibbs glanced around as his team slumbered on in the squad room. He felt so proud of them.
Tony was leaning back in his chair, which was threatening to topple over. His oldest boy. The son he'd never had. The one who brightened everyone's day and never took anything too seriously.
Ziva had curled up under her desk, omnipresent gun in hand. She was his daughter, a true warrior at heart. Fiery yet controlled. Powerful yet small. Her antics with Tony were priceless, even though he would never admit it out loud.
Tim, the younger boy. Picked on by his 'siblings', but capable of standing his ground. Smart, intelligent, could do things with a computer that Gibbs could only dream of. Preferred negotiation over aggression, but prepared to do whatever it took.
His team. His family. All different. All unique.