[Drabble] Making Friends
TITLE: Making Friends
AUTHOR: marciafan
CHARACTERS: Ducky Mallard, Jenny Shepard
GENRE: General, Friendship
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Sometimes you can make good friends in the most unexpected ways.
WORD COUNT: 200
A/N: Written for Challenge #166 @ ncisdrabble100
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, nor am I making money out of this. If I were, I'd be rich by now.
“It’s not only visual cues we look for. Odours can be helpful too.”
The ME who had been introduced to all new agents as Doctor Donald Mallard had been telling them what to look for in an autopsy, and so far she’d been fine trying not to look at the corpse being cut open by the good doctor.
“Note the putrid smell.” Doctor Mallard stepped closer to her, holding out the disgusting, bloody mess, that looked very much like a liver. And that was it.
As the people around her stepped back, trying to get away from the hideous smell of the bloody liver, she couldn’t hold back any longer and suddenly the entire contents of her stomach were flowing over the ME’s shoes.
“Oh dear…lesson’s over, people.” Donald Mallard waved all the new agents away and watched them leave Autopsy while he gently touched the young woman’s arm.
“Are you okay, agent…?”
“Shepard. Jenny Shepard.” She took a deep breath and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, “I’m so sorry, Doctor Mallard, I just-”
“Ducky.” The old man smiled and walked her over to his chair, letting her sit down. “You can call me Ducky, dear.”
AUTHOR: marciafan
CHARACTERS: Ducky Mallard, Jenny Shepard
GENRE: General, Friendship
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Sometimes you can make good friends in the most unexpected ways.
WORD COUNT: 200
A/N: Written for Challenge #166 @ ncisdrabble100
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, nor am I making money out of this. If I were, I'd be rich by now.
“It’s not only visual cues we look for. Odours can be helpful too.”
The ME who had been introduced to all new agents as Doctor Donald Mallard had been telling them what to look for in an autopsy, and so far she’d been fine trying not to look at the corpse being cut open by the good doctor.
“Note the putrid smell.” Doctor Mallard stepped closer to her, holding out the disgusting, bloody mess, that looked very much like a liver. And that was it.
As the people around her stepped back, trying to get away from the hideous smell of the bloody liver, she couldn’t hold back any longer and suddenly the entire contents of her stomach were flowing over the ME’s shoes.
“Oh dear…lesson’s over, people.” Donald Mallard waved all the new agents away and watched them leave Autopsy while he gently touched the young woman’s arm.
“Are you okay, agent…?”
“Shepard. Jenny Shepard.” She took a deep breath and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, “I’m so sorry, Doctor Mallard, I just-”
“Ducky.” The old man smiled and walked her over to his chair, letting her sit down. “You can call me Ducky, dear.”