A/N: Disclaimer: I own nothing... except for this lady-doctor :D


Gibbs excused himself for coffee.

As he pushed through the swinging doors at the end of the corridor, he ran into a young doctor.

He read her name badge.

Dr. Jackson. The one who made the phone call.

She flushed slightly,

"I'm so sorry - I need to watch where I'm going."

Her voice sounded different in person.

"Don't apologise... It's okay." he held out a hand "Agent Gibbs."

"Wow - I'm glad you're here."

Firm handshake. A good sign.

She fell silent and looked away. Her smiled faded.

He followed her gaze.

It rested on the broken NCIS Agent hunched over in his chair.

"He blames himself?"

"Yeah."

"Well, he shouldn't"

"He's convinced that he arrived too late."

Her expression was one of disbelief.

"I've been talking to the paramedics that brought her in. From what I hear – if anything – he got there just in time. Had he arrived minutes... seconds... later than he did..." brown eyes locked with blue, "Your friend would've been DOA."

How could three little letters be so chilling?

Dead. On. Arrival.

A light hand touched his arm.

"He saved her life. Agent Gibbs? I think you may have a hero on your hands."

He gave her a half-smile.

"I always did."


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