The morning started out normal enough but if anybody knew what would happen. Just about everybody would have done so many things differently. Ducky would not have snapped at his assistant so readily for dropping his tools. Gibbs would have allowed Tony to visit his friend in autopsy. McGee would have turned off his video game sooner and taken the long way instead of rushing to work. Abby would have left her work and given Jimmy a hug when he came down to drop off the samples from the latest case. Bishop would have let him have the last bag of Cheez-Its from the vending machine. Tony would have stood have stood up to his boss instead of just walking to his desk. Breena would take the time to sit down to breakfast with her husband instead of rushing off to work. As for Jimmy everybody would like to think that he would have called in sick and hidden under his bed. Sadly though nobody would ever get his side of the story. He was gone. Buried beside his parents in the family plots. If only everything hadn't stated out so normal. If only there had been a warning. That tragedy would strike but you can't change the world.
"Morning Breena." Jimmy called entering the kitchen that morning.
"Morning Jimmy." Breena replied.
"What's for breakfast?" Jimmy asked.
"I made eggs and sugar-free waffles. Sorry I can't eat with you but I have to get to work." Breena replied.
"It's fine I am running late anyway." Jimmy assured.
"I should be home early tonight though." Breena replied.
"Great I'll make dinner." Jimmy replied.
"Sounds like a plan." Breena replied heading out the door.
"Tim shouldn't you be leaving for work by now?" Delilah asked.
"Nah it's fine. I can take the short cut." McGee replied not even looking up from his video game.
"That only cuts a few minute off and it's already seven-twenty-five. Remember how mad Gibbs got last time?" Delilah questioned.
"I'll drive fast." McGee smirked.
"Is Ninja Zombie's vs Alien Vampires really worth your safety? Do you really want both of us to be in wheel-chairs?" Delilah asked.
"Alright mom. Guess I'll play with Jimmy later." McGee sighed turning off his video game.
"Jimmy can you bring me the surgical tools? I haven't given them a good cleaning in a long time. Just the standard post use scrubbing." Ducky asked.
"Yeah sure Dr. Mallard." Jimmy replied.
"Why thank you Mr. Palmer." Ducky replied.
*CRASH*
"Oh I am so sorry. I will pick them up right away." Jimmy stammered.
"Can you please start being careful!" Ducky yelled.
"I'm sorry I tripped." Jimmy replied.
"This happens too much!" Ducky shouted.
"Are you alright doctor?" Jimmy asked.
"You have caused a mess in here five times this week and it's only Tuesday!" Ducky yelled.
"I'm sorry." Jimmy whispered.
"DiNozzo! Where do you think you are going?!" Gibbs demanded.
"I was going to visit Palmer in autopsy." Tony replied.
"No you are not!" Gibbs yelled.
"Why? We don't have a case." Tony questioned.
"Because you joke around too much and waste too much time!" Gibbs barked,
"I am sorry I just wanted to see him." Tony replied.
"Well do some paperwork and we will talk this afternoon!"
"Yes Boss." Tony replied.
"I am glad we have an understanding." Gibbs replied.
"Hey Abby I brought you the samples from the Dawson case." Jimmy said.
"Great put them over there." Abby replied.
"Really? Usually you pull them from my hand." Jimmy questioned.
"I'm running some tests for a friend. Don't tell but she suspects she's not her father's daughter." Abby whispered.
"Oh well that's great. I'm having a kind of rough morning and we talked to another mother last week and it really looked good but she said she would have her decision by Monday and we haven't heard anything. It could be years before anybody else picks us." Jimmy rambled.
"I am sure somebody will pick you before you know it." Abby assured.
"I guess I just have a bad feeling too though." Jimmy replied.
"Probably just indigestion. Take two of these and you will be fine." Abby replied tossing Jimmy a bottle of anti acids.
"Yeah thanks" Jimmy replied.
"Hi Bishop" Jimmy greeted as he entered the break-room.
"Hi Jimmy." Bishop replied.
"Oh Cheez-its my favorite." Jimmy commented.
"Mine too last bag sorry." Bishop replied.
"Oh well if I give you my dollar could you get something else? I can't really eat anything else with my diabetes. Normally I wouldn't care but I have a check-up tomorrow and I don't want to get yelled at again." Jimmy requested,
"Oh well it's almost lunch time and I think Gibbs is going to the deli a few blocks away. They have Cheez-its there. If you hurry you can get on the order." Bishop replied.
"I don't know." Jimmy replied.
"I've eaten half while talking to you." Bishop argued.
"Fine" Jimmy sighed.
When Jimmy finally returned to autopsy. He saw that Ducky was sitting in the office going over paperwork. He didn't even want to know if his mentor was in the same foul mood he had been in that morning. So he quietly took his lunch from the freezer and ate in the small area that separated the morgue from the elevator. Part of him wanted to call Breena but he didn't want to bother her at work. Besides he would be able to talk to her at dinner. If he felt well enough to cook that is. If not he hoped that she would not be too mad at him for changing his mind. Though he may be coming down with something and if he was Breena was bound to be sick before long as well. At least she would care. He knew his co-workers cared. They just didn't show it. With him, one another, or anyone really. He wished they did. Actually there was a lot about his life that he wished he could change but you can't change the world.
"Mr. Palmer?" Ducky called.
"Yes" Jimmy asked.
"We have a crime scene." Ducky replied.
"I'll be right there." Jimmy replied.
"Good and I am sorry I yelled at you." Ducky replied.
"It's OK." Jimmy assured.
A/N: What do you think so far? This will probably be pretty short as far as my stories go. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.