March 8
Time spent with a true friend is nourishment for the soul.
Ducky silently observed Jennifer as she ate.
He had invited her out for a meal, having noted how much she was currently shut up in her office. She had accepted graciously, and agreed to take an evening off. He was aware it would be good for her; she put herself under far too much stress.
She was dressed conservatively, with her red hair flowing around her shoulders. Her eyes were more alive than they had been recently. Her body was more relaxed, the stress having left her for once.
"Do you remember that time in Calais?" he asked, recognizing the twinkle in her eye from then.
"Which part?" she teased. "When you were arrested, or when I commandeered that boat so we could cross the Channel?"
"Either," he replied. "Although Jethro's team did enjoy the boat-stealing story."
"I bet they did," she chuckled. "Did you tell them why the French police were after you?"
"That officer should not have tampered with that crime scene," he grinned, happy to see her recalling pleasant times. "I would do it again in a heartbeat."
"Would you do it if it were Jethro?" she questioned.
He mused for a moment. "I would, although I doubt he would be so stupid. He knows my views on the matter."
"I agree," she concluded. "He would not do such a thing."
"I did not believe you capable of stealing a boat," Ducky noted. "But you did it anyway."
"I did not steal it," Jenny bristled. "I commandeered it."
Ducky laughed, topping up her wine. "Jethro's team were surprised too," he admitted.
"I know," Jenny grinned. "Ziva was laughing for a week."
The two friends continued their meal in an amiable manner, each recalling days long past.