March 9
A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Friendship"
Tony smiled as he continued to walk. It was a beautiful day, with winter finally leaving and spring right around the corner. In the park he was walking through, a few flowers were starting to bloom already. Squirrels were cautiously moving around. It was a good day, especially because his partner was walking next to him.
Gibbs had given them a long lunch, in part due to the complete lack of cases. For the last week, no sailors or Marines had been murdered, attacked, kidnapped, or anything that would require their attention. Tony was starting to long for a murder and Ziva had been threatening to take a hit out on someone so they would have something to investigate. As Gibbs had heard that comment, he had ordered them out to lunch to calm down.
Ziva had spotted the park, and they had decided to take a longer lunch and risk head-slaps. This place was incredibly calm though, and they hoped that Gibbs would not mind.
They settled down on a patch of grass, ignoring the lingering dampness. The serene atmosphere surrounded them like a blanket. It was not long before they fell asleep…
The buzzing of a cell phone woke them. Tony groaned and reached into his pocket, cursing the fact it was now dark. Gibbs was going to kill them, but at least it would be worth it.