Fiction. Was It Possible?
TITLE: Was It Possible?
FANDOM: NCIS
CHARACTERS: Gibbs, Ducky, Palmer & McGee
GENRE: Gen
SUMMARY: A dead body is of concern to Palmer.
WORD COUNT: 300
RATING: G
WRITTEN FOR: ncis_drabble Challenge: 912: Spooky
Gibbs stood with Ducky and McGee and looked down at the body. The man had been stabbed multiple times as well as being badly beaten. He knew it was going to be very hard to determine which of the many wounds was the fatal one.
"You and Palmer take him home, Duck. McGee and I'll finish up here."
"Very well, my dear. Mr. Palmer, please come and lend a hand."
"Of course, Doctor. Oh, my -" Palmer fell silent as he stared down at the dead Petty Officer.
"Something up, Palmer?" Gibbs asked.
"No, of course not, Agent Gibbs. I just - No. No. No."
Ducky stared at his young assistant. He was quite certain that something was 'up', but also that Jimmy didn't wish to say anything in front of Jethro and McGee. "Come along then, Mr. Palmer. Let us do our job and leave Jethro and Timothy to do theirs."
"Yes, Doctor."
"I will see you later, Jethro."
"Sure, Duck. And yeah, we'll be careful." Gibbs grinned at Ducky and turned to McGee. "Come on, McGee. Let's go and ask questions."
"Yes, boss."
"Well, Mr. Palmer?" Ducky asked, once they were alone. "What exactly is the matter?"
"Nothing, Doctor. Really. I . . ."
"Come along, Jimmy, you can tell me."
Palmer sighed. "It's - I was on my way to work this morning and I saw him."
Ducky frowned. "Him who?"
Palmer pointed at the body bag. "Him. Petty Officer Lawson. He was standing by the side of the road. I only noticed him because he was very pale. Very pale, Doctor. It was him," he added, his voice much softer.
Ducky studied Jimmy for a moment. He was telling the truth; at least the truth as he believed it. But it wasn't possible. He couldn't have seen Petty Officer Lawson. Could he?
FANDOM: NCIS
CHARACTERS: Gibbs, Ducky, Palmer & McGee
GENRE: Gen
SUMMARY: A dead body is of concern to Palmer.
WORD COUNT: 300
RATING: G
WRITTEN FOR: ncis_drabble Challenge: 912: Spooky
Gibbs stood with Ducky and McGee and looked down at the body. The man had been stabbed multiple times as well as being badly beaten. He knew it was going to be very hard to determine which of the many wounds was the fatal one.
"You and Palmer take him home, Duck. McGee and I'll finish up here."
"Very well, my dear. Mr. Palmer, please come and lend a hand."
"Of course, Doctor. Oh, my -" Palmer fell silent as he stared down at the dead Petty Officer.
"Something up, Palmer?" Gibbs asked.
"No, of course not, Agent Gibbs. I just - No. No. No."
Ducky stared at his young assistant. He was quite certain that something was 'up', but also that Jimmy didn't wish to say anything in front of Jethro and McGee. "Come along then, Mr. Palmer. Let us do our job and leave Jethro and Timothy to do theirs."
"Yes, Doctor."
"I will see you later, Jethro."
"Sure, Duck. And yeah, we'll be careful." Gibbs grinned at Ducky and turned to McGee. "Come on, McGee. Let's go and ask questions."
"Yes, boss."
"Well, Mr. Palmer?" Ducky asked, once they were alone. "What exactly is the matter?"
"Nothing, Doctor. Really. I . . ."
"Come along, Jimmy, you can tell me."
Palmer sighed. "It's - I was on my way to work this morning and I saw him."
Ducky frowned. "Him who?"
Palmer pointed at the body bag. "Him. Petty Officer Lawson. He was standing by the side of the road. I only noticed him because he was very pale. Very pale, Doctor. It was him," he added, his voice much softer.
Ducky studied Jimmy for a moment. He was telling the truth; at least the truth as he believed it. But it wasn't possible. He couldn't have seen Petty Officer Lawson. Could he?