May 30
It's not important how girlfriends met or where they come from; it's the places they go together that matter.
Jenny found herself laughing as she walked down a street in New York City, Ziva on one arm and Abby on another. With a weekend off, they had decided to spend some girly time together, fed up of the testosterone that filled their days.
Abby had initially suggested going to Louisiana, which had been shot down after Jenny had gently pointed out that the trip was better taken when they had more time off.
Ziva had gone one further and suggested Las Vegas, presumably because she wanted to make a little money. The redhead privately also felt that her two girlfriends would get drunk and marry the first man they came across. Although she was fairly sure she would join in, especially when she thought about her age.
Abby squealed as she spotted a shoe store and she dragged the others in. Jenny couldn't resist smiling; the Goth's enthusiasm was infectious. The younger woman stared happily at the platform boots, while Ziva headed over to an area with boots, all of which were reduced in a sale.
Shrugging, Jenny hunted for some new stilettos. She could do with a new pair after breaking a heel the other day. It wasn't her fault if a Senator who seemed to have problems keeping his hands to himself had snuck up behind her, and the fact that her heel had gone through his foot could not be attributed to her.
Even if she had later learnt that Ziva had slit the tires on his prized Ferrari, and Abby had managed to spike his drink with a chemical that would leave him impotent for a week.
What were friends for?
They emerged from the store a few hours later, laden with more bags. Jenny found herself giggling again. They would have to do this again soon.