Tara: So who does Anthony turn to when he's lost something?
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A question for the ages. Who do I turn to? After all, its not like I have tons of people I can go to with my problems. Well, besides Abby. I mean, she'd listen to me for hours on end…and the Probie, he can be a good listener if he's not mad at me about something I said, did, or didn't do. And Ziva? Well, that's where I run into trouble. I mean how long can you look at that gorgeous face without wanting to…well…kiss it.
And while I don't want to kiss Ducky's face, I don't always have the time to endure stories about how many times he's lost his wallet…among other things. Palmer has proved himself useful in the past, but something tells me his expertise is better used in the concrete arena.
Then there's the boss. El Jeffe. Asking him questions is like putting the scarlet blanket out to a bull. But then, there has been times when he;s been tremendously understanding…but that's usually when he uses his spider senses, and not me actually telling him anything. Or when I've royally screwed up and he feels the dire need to correct me.
And sure enough. He knew. Gave me three simple words. "Get over it." How hard could that be right? It's not like it hasn't been over a year since it happened. I've been through a lot since then, well, we all have. I guess finding the right person is where all the effort should be…cuz after all, some of the hardest questions have the simplest answers.
Right?