March 27
While polishing my memories, I discovered those shared with friends are among my most treasured keepsakes.
Ziva tried not to fall asleep in the squad room. It had been a long few days and she desperately needed sleep, but she had decided to leave with the others and they were very close to finishing. And she had no intention of falling asleep in front of one Anthony DiNozzo.
She closed her eyes and ran through her memories. Her favorite ones came to the surface, and she was surprised to note how many of them came from her time in America. There were some happy memories of Tali and Ari when they were much younger and innocent, but they were mainly placed in this country.
Gibbs coming back from his retirement in Mexico to help her crossed her mind, followed rapidly by McGee asking her opinion on which dog was right for him, spending a girly night at Abby's when her apartment was being fumigated, Ducky offering his assistance as they crossed stepping stones together and their subsequent tumble into the water, Jenny helping her adjust to America while dealing with her own new job, and Tony…
Just about anything Tony did was simultaneously amusing and aggravating in equal measure. She seemed to have a lot of memories relating to him: their time together when Gibbs was in Mexico, working undercover as a pair of married assassins, being trapped in a cargo box together, teasing McGee together at every opportunity, that sexual harassment seminar when she had licked his ear – the list went on.
She opened her eyes when she sensed someone standing in front of her.
"Coming?" Tony asked.
She grabbed her bag and followed her friends out. Tomorrow would be the chance for new memories to form.