Hey everyone, I'm back again. I've haven't dropped off the face of the Earth yet. Anyway, I am back with another song and another chapter. This one is for Ducky. I feel really bad for him. So, now to the story

Chapter Eleven

Somebody to Love

Ducky was in autopsy as usual, working on his latest cadaver; this poor man had died of a massive heart attack. Not all of his patients, contrary to popular belief, died of unnatural causes.

This was an easy autopsy, and Ducky did it on autopilot. His mind was elsewhere. He hadn't failed to notice the romance in the air around him. He may talk to his patients, but that didn't mean he was dead—Ducky laughed at his own pun—to the world of the living.

He had noticed Anthony eyeing Ziva a little bit more than usual. And young Timothy stuttered more and more when he was around Abigail. And the Director seemed a bit more cheerful today as well. Oh, and we can not forget Palmer.

Yes, Ducky knew all about Mr. Palmer's illustrious trysts with Agent Lee. No, Ducky may be getting on in years, but he was not stupid to the world around him. If only he were young again and wooing a young lady of his own. Ducky sighed as he completed the autopsy. Music filled the around him as he started suturing the y incision.

"Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Each morning I get up I die a little

Can barely stand on my feet

Take a look in the mirror and cry

Lord what you're doing to me

I have spent all my years in believing you

But I just can't get no relief,

Lord!

"Somebody, somebody

Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

Ducky finished the suturing and put away his needle and his scalpels. He moves the body onto a gurney as he sings.

"I work hard every day of my life

I work till I ache my bones

At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -

I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes

"Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?

"(He works hard)
Everyday - I try and I try and I try -
But everybody wants to put me down

They say I'm goin' crazy

They say I got a lot of water in my brain

Got no common sense

I got nobody left to believe

Yeah - yeah yeah yeah"

He lifts the body onto a metal shelf and closes it. He takes off his gloves and removes his cap. He leans against his desk.

"Oh Lord

Somebody - somebody

Can anybody find me somebody to love?

"Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat

I'm ok, I'm alright

Ain't gonna face no defeat

I just gotta get out of this prison cell

Someday I'm gonna be free, Lord!

"Find me somebody to love

Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

Ducky shook his head as he dropped his gloves in his bio-hazardous disposal can. If only, he thought once more as he moved to change out of his scrubs.

If only…

If only they had a musical episode of NCIS. Dream on. Anyway, anybody besides me immensly glad that NCIS is back on the air with new episodes? Heck yeah! Anyway, let me know what you think. Auf wiedersehen! Maylee