Title: Fencing is Sexy
Rating: G
Category: Humor
Genre: Gen
Pairing: None!
Warnings: None.
Summary: Everyone loves a story from Ducky.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Just a cute little snippet of life at NCIS, written for Enthusiastic Fish as a Hangman prize.
"Whatcha got for me, Duck?"
Ducky turned to the man who had just walked into autopsy. "Why, Jethro, that is quite a good question."
Gibbs sighed. "Nothing, then?"
"I would not say nothing, Jethro," Ducky insisted, raising a finger. "Our poor girl was murdered, this much we know. And something else I find apparent is that it was not done in a usual fashion."
Gibbs rolled his eyes as the doctor continued. "This reminds me of a time back in medical school." He set down the probe he had been holding and walked around the table. "I was much more adventurous back in those days, you see, and my schoolmate challenged me to a duel - against a fencing master." His eyes twinkled as he assumed a fencing stance and sliced an imaginary sword through the air.
"Duck." Gibbs' voice interrupted his invisible battle.
"Our dear lass was impaled!" Ducky exclaimed, throwing his hands up.
"So why the hell didn't ya just say that in the first place?" Gibbs turned and walked back to the doors, Ducky's voice following him into the hallway.
"But then you would have missed my demonstration!" he called out, letting out an, "En garde!" and resuming his stance as the doors closed behind Gibbs.
He chuckled to himself and returned to his patient, as a voice sounded from behind him.
"I think fencing is very sexy, Ducky."
He turned at the voice, walking to the source of it and pointing an admonishing finger. "Abigail, what have I told you about listening in on me?"
Abby's face appeared on the video screen. "And what have I told you about calling me Abigail?"
Ducky smiled. "Point well taken, my dear."
"I was bored," she continued. "And Gibbs was down there . . ."
Ducky laughed softly. "You have a one-track mind, Abby."
Abby beamed. "And you love that single track." She looked behind her as her own lab doors opened. "Gibbs! I was hoping that was you! Did you bring me some yummy evidence?" She turned back to the video screen. "I gotta go, Ducky. And I meant what I said."
Abby's face disappeared from the screen, and Ducky turned to the empty lab, smiling to himself. "I do think it is perhaps time I take up the fine art of fencing again . . ."
THE END!!!