March 28th, 2021

Ducky2

Some poetry Fic for Chocobelle

Title: This Isn't What She Had in Mind
Genre: NCIS
Rating: PG
Word Count: 966
Prompt: This Isn't What She Had in Mind for chocobell1212

I hope that you enjoy your poetry fic. This was a lovely poem - thank you for sharing it with me. And my thanks to sparky955 for the beta help.

Dr. Ducky Mallard stepped off the elevator and looked into the glass walled room.

Abby Sciuto, NCIS chief forensic scientist was sitting on a stool and letting her legs swing from the stool. She looked more like a little girl lost than a skilled professional.

He could tell she’d been crying. She was empathic, sad when her friends felt bad and happy when they were. At the moment, Ducky could tell that the sorrow welling up inside her was a bottomless pit of, well, sorrow. They’d just gotten the news that Ziva had been killed. Young Anthony was beyond consoling.

“Ah, Abby, I thought I would find you here.” He came up to her and she tried to put on a brave face for half a second. Then she rubbed her red-rimmed eyes and sniffed. Immediately, Ducky’s handkerchief was out and being offered.

“Sorry. I’m trying hard not to let it get to me, but it’s just so awful.”
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compassion

I can't even...

Yes, I know jerks are everywhere and that some people will do anything for attention, as sick and perverse as it might be. However, leaving a racial slur on one of my posts and doing it anonymously speaks volumes as to that person's soul. I don't know how you sleep at night.
Thoughtful David McCallum

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