Feb 7
Ask questions from your heart and you will be answered from the heart.
Omaha Proverb
Donald Mallard adored Miss Scuito. A perfect combination of a brilliant mind, endless enthusiasm and a wide-eyed innocent view of the world. He worked closely with the young Goth and enjoyed their conversations. Two scientific minds melding for the purpose of justice.
Despite the darkness she worked with every day, despite her seemingly dark outward demeanor, she was still an innocent at heart. While most agents developed an armor to deal with the horrors, Abigail found a macabre wisdom in her work, while the worst cases still upset her greatly. She had a big heart and found it difficult to see fault in anyone.
They were sitting together in Autopsy, most of the Navy Yard deserted at this time of night. But homicide did not keep regular hours and as such she had been acting as his temporary assistant.
"Why would anybody want to hurt someone else?" Abigail's voice broke the comfortable silence that had settled over them.
"For a great many reasons," he replied softly. "Although none that have ever made sense to me."
She nodded in acceptance, before gazing again at the young man on the table in front of them. Shaking her head, she gathered her samples and left for her lab. Ducky watched her go, dismayed that he could not have given her a better answer but content he had spoken from the heart.
