May 10
When you have to talk, you can call a girlfriend way too late at night and long before she's had her morning coffee.
Ziva dialed the number, her fingers moving slowly after her long day. It was disturbingly early in the morning, but she knew her friend would answer.
"Shepard."
From the sound of it, she had woken Jenny up. Sleep clouded the redhead's voice even though she had answered rapidly. Presumably, Jenny was used to urgent phone calls at odd hours.
"It is me," she replied. "Ziva. I am sorry to have disturbed you."
"It's not a problem," came the voice form the phone. From the fumbling in the background, Ziva suspected that her friend was turning on a light and getting settled. "How can I help?"
"This is stupid," she decided. "Go back to sleep. We can talk in the morning."
"I doubt you would have called me if you didn't need to talk now," Jenny deduced.
Ziva sighed. Jenny knew her too well. "I may have broken someone's wrist," she admitted. "We went on a date earlier and he was a little feely-touchy."
"Touchy-feely," Jenny corrected automatically. Ziva did not mind; she constantly corrected Jenny's Hebrew.
She sighed again. "I was not comfortable with him."
"I don't think he's going to be so fast to feel any other woman up," Jenny chuckled.
The Israeli smiled. "Do I just attract strange men?" she wondered.
"You have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince," Jenny advised. "Breaking a few wrists along the way is permitted."
Ziva laughed. "Thank you. I will let you go back to sleep."
"I need coffee," the redhead complained.
Ziva smiled as she disconnected the call. Jenny was available whenever she needed her.