Beginnings
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[lj Fiction: Beginnings]
TIITLE:: Beginnings
AUTHOR: ashley_pitt
PAIRINGS:Gibbs/Ducky
GENRE: Slightly-slash
WARNINGS: None I can see
SPOILERS: Maybe a tad for "SMOKED"
SUMMARY: I'd like to see this as the last scene of the very last episode of NCIS.
DISCLAIMER:"I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them.I borrow them once in a while, but put them away tidily."
Ducky stood with his back to the door, as it snicked open.
"Do come in Jethro, I am almost done here"
Gibbs stopped near the autopsy table.
"Ducky, i need a fa..."
"Of course dear boy, I certainly can give you a lift home, if you would kindly.."
The ME walked over and stood before the grey-haired agent.
"take these to the Lab. I will meet you forthwith in the garage"
Gibbs watched the ME limp across the room and into his small office.
"Okay, Duck"
A short time later, Gibbs was leaning against the Morgan, carefully so as to not scratch the hand polished surface. He turned as he heard a familiar foot fall echoing in the nearly deserted garage.
"Ah, Jethro, I do hope you haven't been waiting long. You know one of the slight draw-backs of owning a vintage car is that they are't equipped with those door unlocking devices.
By this time the ME had reached the drivers side door and had unlocked it.
"Just give me a moment Jethro, and you will be safely ensconced in the car."
Gibbs opened the now-unlocked door and through the benefit of several years practice and numerous barked shins, lowered and folded his 6 foot frame into the leather seat of the Morgan.
"Quite ready, then?" Ducky queried as he put the key into the ignition.
Gibbs laid a hand gently Ducky's arm.
" I need to tell you something..."
The doctor folded his hands in his lap and turned slighty to face his friend.
"I am saying good-bye, Duck,I am leaving NCIS" Gibbs said as he looked directly into Ducky's eyes, "for good"
A small sigh-like breath escaped from the ME. "I know Jethro, as am I."
As Gibbs continued to hold the his friend gaze, his only reaction was an almost imperceptible raising of the eyebrows and a slight turn of his head.
" I have been watching you Jethro. I have seen the signs And last weeks's near miss, sealed the deal, as they say."
Gibbs hand unconsciously moved to the gash on his forehead that he had received when the piece of flying concrete had narrowly missed taking his head off.
"Now as to why I am also leaving NCIS, the obvious reason is that I am old and should retire..."
"You are not ...."
"Please Jethro, I must finish this.. I could not fully explain before... When you left...quit... I was very angry at you for not saying good-bye, and for not telling me about Shannon and Kelly . I thought we were friends Jethro, and friends help and support each other, not keep secrets. As time wore on the anger died down much as a fire reduces to embers. It was still there, but containable. Fortunately, I enjoyed my work, and was able to keep very busy. It was odd not having you there, however. I quite often found my self thinking, I must tell Jethro, whenever I had discovered something. After a while this too, reduced.
Then suddenly, you were back.... My friend who was dead to me had returned. I was ready to tell you what had 'pissed me off' and return our friendship to what it was."
"Instead Jethro, you snubbed me. You set up a wall around yourself. You called me Dr. Mallard....it was as if you had tossed kerosene on my banked anger. Childishly, I responsed in kind calling you Agent Gibbs and treating you coldly. I decided that if i could not have your friendship back, I would take your hate. I found reasons for keeping the fires of my anger going. I did not realize how obviousI had become doing this, until Agent David brought it to my attention in the basement of Puller School. And i did not realize how emotionally taxing it had become. That is the day I brought the coffee to your desk. And our friendship returned to normal. But I had found out something about myself then, Jethro. I really do not enjoy NCIS when you are not here. It becomes merely a job to perform without your presence. So I decided that when you left, whenever that might be, I would go also. Jimmy Palmer has passed his boards and will make a fine ME. It is time for us the Old Lions to step aside."
Ducky slumped slightly in his seat and stared at the steering wheel, the retelling of this emotional roller coaster had tired him.
Gibbs whose gaze had never left his friends face, reached up slowly and gently grasped Ducky's chin, turning him to see his eyes.
"I am not old, Duck and neither are you.." he said as he lightly slapped the ME cheek.
Both men sat in comfortable silence for a few moments.
Stirring from his reverie Ducky said, "So Jethro, what will you do in this retirement? Return to Mexico?"
"Maybe for a little while Duck, but not permanently. Mike Franks left the place to me when he died. I will have everything fixed up there in a couple of weeks, and will probably get bored and come back. What about you? "
Ducky brightened considerably as he replied. " Oh there are many books that I would like to read, and I have several papers I would like to write ...and...well, I would quite like to help you build your boat, Jethro. "
"You, Duck ? You don't strike me as someone who would like to get down and dirty with tools and sawdust"
"Why Jethro, are you forgetting that I restored this very Moggie in which you are sitting? And just what do you think I use to perform an Autopsy? A spoon and fork? But you are correct, I have limited experience working in wood..... I thought perhaps that you could teach me?"
Gibbs sat back in his seat. Both men knew that the basement was Gibbs' sanctuary. Select few were invited down to actually work on his boat.
" I'd like that, Duck, alot. And.." he said with a wry chuckle, "Maybe with your help this boat will actually get into the water."
Current Mood: pleased
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12:33 pm January 19th, 2007