"So Abby, what have you got for me," Gibbs asked as he handed her a Caf Pow. McGee followed Gibbs into the lab and wandered over toward the computer station.
"Well, the knife that was taken out of John Doe Good Samaritan had three different samples of blood. I'm trying to get DNA matches on the two that don't belong to the victim, by running them through the various data bases we have access to," she answered.
"Abby, you know we aren't suppose to be running John Doe's DNA, don't you?" Ducky scolded gently as he entered the lab from the other entrance.
Abby whirled around to face Ducky and answered, "Of course I do, but wouldn't it be nice, if when John Doe wakes up"-
"If he wakes up," McGee interrupted and Abby scowled at him.
"When he wakes up," Abby continued, "it would be nice if he had some family there for him," she finished her thought just as her computer dinged.
Abby and McGee crowded around the computer and then looked at each other in shock.
"What is it, Abby? Have you got an identification of the rapist?" Gibbs asked.
"No," she answered, but didn't volunteer more information.
"Abby!" Gibbs snapped at her.
"No, it's on our Good Samaritan," she answered.
"Then you've got an identification?" Ducky asked.
Abby looked down, not answering.
"No, it's only a partial match," McGee answered for her.
"Then you've got a family member," Ducky reasoned. "A parent or sibling?"
"A male relative, the match includes the same Y chromosome," Abby said still not meeting Ducky's eyes.
"Well who is the DNA match from, Abby?" Gibbs with ever growing irritation demanded to know.
Abby finally looked Ducky in the eyes. "Donald Mallard."
"What?" Ducky asked stunned.
"I think congratulations might be in order Ducky. I mean, I think our John Doe Good Samaritan is your son," Abby said hesitantly.
"Think again Abby. I haven't got a son!" Ducky protested.
"That you know of," suggested Gibbs, his irritation with Abby evaporating to be replaced with bemusement over his friends predicament
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Ducky glared at Gibbs for a moment, then tipped his head to the side, not quite a nod of ascension but not a flat denial either, more a willingness to admit to a possibility.
"You're sure there wasn't some sort of contamination at the scene?" Ducky asked Abby.
"Ducky!" Abby said affronted.
"Yes, yes I know, you don't make that sort of mistake, but then neither do I," Ducky said.
"What?" McGee asked, wondering if Ducky meant what he thought he meant.
"I mean I've never been one to be careless with my DNA," Ducky clarified.
"Come on Ducky, every guy's been careless now and then, just usually the guy gets lucky and the girl doesn't get pregnant," Gibbs countered.
"Yeah Ducky, you just must have gotten unlucky but she decided not to bust your chops for it," McGee added.
"Bust his chops?" Ziva asked as she entered the lab. "Does that not mean to punish someone? Why would anyone want to punish Ducky?" Ziva sounded both confused and defensive.
"You explain it to her, I've got to go to the hospital. Seems I've got some Family Leave Time coming," Ducky said and headed out of the lab and back to autopsy to collect his hat and coat.