March 30
A true friend likes you even when you don't like yourself. She will point out all your good qualities and convince you you're worthy of every good thing that happens to you.
"Okay," Jenny smiled softly. "What's the problem?"
Ziva rolled her shoulder gently and reached for her beer again. "I am a screw up," she admitted.
Jenny chuckled. "I doubt you've ever screwed anything up," she replied. "But, go on, convince me."
Ziva paused as she sipped her beer, gathering her strength. "My English is very bad," she confessed.
The redhead waited patiently for her to continue.
"I do not understand all these strange phrases," the Israeli added. "Well, I understand them when other people use them, but I can never get them the right way round. Tony always teases me over it, McGee seems to spend half his time correcting me and Gibbs says nothing. It is becoming very aggravating."
Jenny smiled again. "Your English is much better than my Hebrew," she pointed out. "I would not be able to make myself understood very well if I was in Israel. I certainly wouldn't be able to cope with any idioms. You are capable of questioning suspects in a language other than your own! That must count for something."
The Israeli cocked her head to one side as she considered this.
"Tony is just jealous of all your skills," Jenny added. "He can't speak as many languages as you, he can't run as fast as you, he can't fight as well as you, and he is definitely not capable of killing someone with a paperclip."
Ziva giggled.
"McGee feels that he is helping you learn; it's just his nature, he doesn't mean anything by it. And I doubt Jethro even cares."
Ziva smiled happily. "Thanks," she offered.
"Next time I'm drowning in paperwork, I expect you to pull me out," the redhead teased.
"I do that anyway," Ziva grinned.
They continued to laugh as they shared their evening.