Jan 8
Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
George Sand (1804 - 1876)
Ziva David paused as the full ramifications of what she was about to do suddenly entered her head. Had she lost her mind?
McGee had not been well the last couple of days. While Gibbs usually sent his sick agents home, whether because he was actually concerned for them or because he feared them passing the germs to the rest of his team was a topic of fierce debate, the disappearance of a young girl from her bedroom at night had destroyed that plan. And then when they had located her deceased tiny body, it had been all hands on the floor and top speed ahead.
Although she was fairly sure her English was a casualty of this case.
With so many leads to follow, McGee had not even muttered a complaint but settled down to make phone calls and track various individuals. He had been the one to crack the case and locate the killer. Now she wanted to reward him for his efforts with a bag of donuts.
Yet this was not like her. Not the Ziva David who had first come to America, determined to follow orders and nothing else. She had made friends, discovered a kind heart underneath her tough exterior and learned how to love. She had found that not everything needed to be about her or Mossad, that she could let her head down and relax every now and then.
She smiled to herself as she reached for the donuts. They would be perfect for McGee.