May 25
A friend knows when it's time to help you stay on your diet and when it's time to sit down together with a pint of ice cream. A best friend knows when it's time to bring on a gallon.
Jenny wanted to ignore the knock at her front door. Her day had been awful, filled with arguments with politicians, an order from SecNav that she disagreed with but had to follow, and a quick exit from her office when a pipe had burst.
A pipe that was situated directly over her chair, thus soaking her to the skin minutes before a briefing with her senior agents.
All in all, she'd had better days. And now all she wanted to do was deal with her remaining paperwork before crawling into bed. Tomorrow would be another day, and it would be better than this one.
She almost screamed at the insistent knocking. Flinging open the door, she prepared to give her visitor a piece of her mind…
But she froze.
Standing outside her front door was one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. His hands held ice cream tubs and what looked like it could be a DVD case.
"Well?" he questioned. "Are you going to let me in?"
She stood aside to let him pass, relieving him of the DVD. She was surprised to find it was Bridget Jones, something she had never expected to see in the possession of the ex-marine.
"Coffee," he pointed at the first tub of ice cream. "Vanilla, chocolate and strawberry." He indicated the others in turn. "Didn't know what you were in the mood for and what you already had."
"I have paperwork." Even to her own ears, her protest sounded half-hearted.
"How do you work your DVD player?" he demanded, ignoring her previous comment and heading into her lounge.
She smiled as she followed him. She was going to enjoy this.