Chapter 3
Happy
Ducky smiled as he paused in his story, Gibbs plucked the bottle of scotch from the bottom drawer of Ducky's desk along with two tumblers. He filled them both a measure as Ducky looked back at the photograph of young Iona.
"Marsaili died... When Iona was five. In a car accident with some friends coming back from a trip to the highlands to visits her grandfather. A year later, I moved mother, Iona and myself here to start... Not a new life but to start again and carry on." Ducky took the tumbler Gibbs offered him and drank. "I loved her you know.. Marsaili. I had known her since we were wee children of five and six. She became a nurse, you know, the same time I became a doctor."
Gibbs nodded and the spoke softly. "Were you happy?"
"As happy as anything. Iona adored her mother and I felt so guilty taking her away from the one place she had been happy with her mother, when I moved her here. But when she was a bit older she understood why and forgave me... But she never forgot."
Gibbs nodded, and drank from his tumbler. "You said you had lost Iona... What happened?"
Ducky took a deep breath before continuing.
