Happy Halloween!
I found this as I was scanning some files. I am taking the liberty of re-posting it as a Halloween treat!
TITLE: Beware!
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
CHARACTERS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Donald “Ducky” Mallard
GENRE: slash
WORD COUNT: 840
SUMMARY: It is All Hallows Eve, and Ducky gets a visitor…or does he? A fluffy Halloween treat.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Perhaps an AU story…but then it could be a cross-over, or not. Happy Halloween!
“Do you know what today is, Jethro? All Hallows Eve.”
“Little old for Trick or Treating aren’t you, Duck?”
“No, I am only mentioning it to forewarn you. Strange things always seem to occur on Halloween.”
Gibbs turned and patted his lover’s cheek. “Call me if the boogey man shows up. I will rescue you.”
The elevator doors opened.
“Talk to you later, Duck.”
The ME made his way down to Autopsy. Jimmy Palmer had requested the day off. Something about getting his costume ready for later this evening. So Ducky had to work alone. No matter, there was only one case to deal with today. A young marine who had gotten into a fight outside a club. All Ducky had to do was to confirm the bullet as coming from the perp’s weapon.
The only thing out of the ordinary was that this gunny had just returned from a special assignment in London.
The body was lying on the table in the center of the room. Normally, Jimmy did most of the preparation of the body prior to Ducky performing the autopsy. Today the ME had to bag and tag himself.
“Hullo, hullo, what is this?” Ducky said as he pulled down the Marine’s sock and found what looked to be a thin tree twig about ten inches long.
He picked it up and examined it. No, it was more than just a twig. It was deliberately shaped and tapered. And it was balanced, much like a conductor’s baton.
Ducky took it and tapped it lightly on the edge of the table. With a flick of his wrist, he began to conduct an imaginary orchestra.
Suddenly, a gust of air and a beam of greenish light shot out from the stick, blowing all the papers off his desk on the far side of the room.
Ducky looked at the stick. It had to be a new weapon, of sorts. He quickly went to the phone and hit speed dial number one.
“Oh Jethro… I have discovered something odd. You may be interested in it.”
“Be there in ten, Duck”
As Ducky hung up the phone he heard a loud POP behind him.
He turned to see a stranger standing in the middle of the room. The man was clad in a long black robe. His hair was quite dark and lank. His eyes were piercing, his nose sharp and hawkish.
“Give me that wand,” he rumbled.
“Ah, so it is a wand, Mister..Mister..what is your name?”
“That is of no consequence. Suffice to say that I am a professor at a school. One of my doltish students lost that wand while on holiday in London. I am here to reclaim it.”
“My name is Dr. Mallard. How is it that you came to pop into my Autopsy?”
“We have the ability to locate the wand when it is used for magic…but you are Muggle are you not?”
“Actually” Ducky said as he stared at the tip of the wand, which was currently spewing a few red sparks. “I am Scots.”
“Of course. The old magic of the Druids” the dark stranger said. “I would like to conduct an experiment…purely for my own curiosity. Point the wand at an object. Say the words Wingardium leviosa and flick the wand thusly.”
Intrigued, Ducky pointed the wand at his teakettle and did as requested. The pot rose a few inches, quavered hesitantly and then dropped desolately in a clatter.
“As I thought” the stranger huffed. “No more ability than a first year.”
Ducky glanced at the stranger. It would not do for the ME to be outdone by a first year anything. He raised the wand again. Very deliberately he intoned the words and flicked his wrist. This time the teakettle rose and flew about the room at his command…several times just missing the stranger’s head.
“Enough!” the professor roared.
His concentration broken, Ducky lost contact with the kettle and it dropped tinnily to the top of the nearest x-ray view box.
The dark man silently held out his hand. Ducky moved toward him and placed the wand carefully on the outstretched palm.
“You of course will have no recollection of this event.”
“I thought as not” Ducky replied somewhat wistfully.
And with a loud POP, the stranger was gone….
Just as Gibbs strode in to the room.
“What have you got for me, Duck? And why are you staring at the nothing in the middle of the room?”
“Oh yes , Jethro….but I called you hours ago.”
“Are you okay, Ducky? You just called me ten minutes ago”
“I am sorry ,Jethro…I was distracted by something. I have nothing for you now….”
Gibbs wheeled and headed out of the room. He stopped abruptly as he saw the teakettle perched precariously on the top of the view box.
“Ducky. What is going on?”
The ME moved to the side of his lover and stared at the kettle.
“I told you Jethro to be wary. This is Halloween…and strange things may occur.”
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TITLE: Beware!
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
CHARACTERS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Donald “Ducky” Mallard
GENRE: slash
WORD COUNT: 840
SUMMARY: It is All Hallows Eve, and Ducky gets a visitor…or does he? A fluffy Halloween treat.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Perhaps an AU story…but then it could be a cross-over, or not. Happy Halloween!
“Do you know what today is, Jethro? All Hallows Eve.”
“Little old for Trick or Treating aren’t you, Duck?”
“No, I am only mentioning it to forewarn you. Strange things always seem to occur on Halloween.”
Gibbs turned and patted his lover’s cheek. “Call me if the boogey man shows up. I will rescue you.”
The elevator doors opened.
“Talk to you later, Duck.”
The ME made his way down to Autopsy. Jimmy Palmer had requested the day off. Something about getting his costume ready for later this evening. So Ducky had to work alone. No matter, there was only one case to deal with today. A young marine who had gotten into a fight outside a club. All Ducky had to do was to confirm the bullet as coming from the perp’s weapon.
The only thing out of the ordinary was that this gunny had just returned from a special assignment in London.
The body was lying on the table in the center of the room. Normally, Jimmy did most of the preparation of the body prior to Ducky performing the autopsy. Today the ME had to bag and tag himself.
“Hullo, hullo, what is this?” Ducky said as he pulled down the Marine’s sock and found what looked to be a thin tree twig about ten inches long.
He picked it up and examined it. No, it was more than just a twig. It was deliberately shaped and tapered. And it was balanced, much like a conductor’s baton.
Ducky took it and tapped it lightly on the edge of the table. With a flick of his wrist, he began to conduct an imaginary orchestra.
Suddenly, a gust of air and a beam of greenish light shot out from the stick, blowing all the papers off his desk on the far side of the room.
Ducky looked at the stick. It had to be a new weapon, of sorts. He quickly went to the phone and hit speed dial number one.
“Oh Jethro… I have discovered something odd. You may be interested in it.”
“Be there in ten, Duck”
As Ducky hung up the phone he heard a loud POP behind him.
He turned to see a stranger standing in the middle of the room. The man was clad in a long black robe. His hair was quite dark and lank. His eyes were piercing, his nose sharp and hawkish.
“Give me that wand,” he rumbled.
“Ah, so it is a wand, Mister..Mister..what is your name?”
“That is of no consequence. Suffice to say that I am a professor at a school. One of my doltish students lost that wand while on holiday in London. I am here to reclaim it.”
“My name is Dr. Mallard. How is it that you came to pop into my Autopsy?”
“We have the ability to locate the wand when it is used for magic…but you are Muggle are you not?”
“Actually” Ducky said as he stared at the tip of the wand, which was currently spewing a few red sparks. “I am Scots.”
“Of course. The old magic of the Druids” the dark stranger said. “I would like to conduct an experiment…purely for my own curiosity. Point the wand at an object. Say the words Wingardium leviosa and flick the wand thusly.”
Intrigued, Ducky pointed the wand at his teakettle and did as requested. The pot rose a few inches, quavered hesitantly and then dropped desolately in a clatter.
“As I thought” the stranger huffed. “No more ability than a first year.”
Ducky glanced at the stranger. It would not do for the ME to be outdone by a first year anything. He raised the wand again. Very deliberately he intoned the words and flicked his wrist. This time the teakettle rose and flew about the room at his command…several times just missing the stranger’s head.
“Enough!” the professor roared.
His concentration broken, Ducky lost contact with the kettle and it dropped tinnily to the top of the nearest x-ray view box.
The dark man silently held out his hand. Ducky moved toward him and placed the wand carefully on the outstretched palm.
“You of course will have no recollection of this event.”
“I thought as not” Ducky replied somewhat wistfully.
And with a loud POP, the stranger was gone….
Just as Gibbs strode in to the room.
“What have you got for me, Duck? And why are you staring at the nothing in the middle of the room?”
“Oh yes , Jethro….but I called you hours ago.”
“Are you okay, Ducky? You just called me ten minutes ago”
“I am sorry ,Jethro…I was distracted by something. I have nothing for you now….”
Gibbs wheeled and headed out of the room. He stopped abruptly as he saw the teakettle perched precariously on the top of the view box.
“Ducky. What is going on?”
The ME moved to the side of his lover and stared at the kettle.
“I told you Jethro to be wary. This is Halloween…and strange things may occur.”
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