“You know, when we were given our pocket money we used to run all the way down to the sweet shop in the village. They would mark our cards,” he gestured in a stamping motion to demonstrate “every week up until Christmas Eve. Then we would go down there together and pick up our selection boxes. Not the kind you think of today, by any means.” He ( Read more... )

Jethro gave him a smile and shook his head before ruffling Ducky’s hair.

“Don’t trust me, Duck?”

“Yes, yes. Of course I do.” Ducky wandered out of the bullpen partially appeased. Sitting down at his desk his partner was still shaking his head, chuckling to himself.

“But turkey is just so... blaaaand.” Tony pulled a face as if he’d just tasted it ( Read more... )

“You won’t get very warm there, my dear.” Ducky momentarily considered whether it would affect any of the evidence being collected around the house. “Would you like me to light it?”

The girl looked up at him.

“No. Thank you.”

Ducky wondered what was going through her mind. Luckily she hadn’t been the one to find her father in the other room, but ( Read more... )

Ducky traced Jethro’s silhouette with his gaze and felt an equally familiar tug at his heart. He only wished he could have sat next to him for the evening. They’d shared a fair few nice moments over the past couple of days, been closer than they’d had a chance to in a while. Ducky was hopeful. Maybe this year...

Sitting at his desk, Ducky sniffled. It was the one thing he really didn’t like about this otherwise jovial time of year. He had been resisting the urge to put yet another layer of clothing on, which at this point would be his overcoat. The only thing really stopping him was the fact that he would have to get up to do it. He already felt like he’d ( Read more... )

 
( La lala la laaaaa )

“Jethro? Jethro!” Ducky’s voice was becoming increasingly panicked. He had been calling his lover all through the house and now he found the front door ajar and a flicker of flashing lights outside. He was all but running as he made the porch.

“Oh, good grief.” Ducky stopped in his tracks. Hanging from the eaves were literally hundreds of tiny ( Read more... )

 
( Just a question )

 
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