Jul 11
The proof that man is the noblest of all creatures is that no other creature has ever denied it.
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742 - 1799)
Ducky frowned as he looked at poor Sergeant April Sims. Run over by her own car when she tried to stop someone from stealing it. What was the world coming to?
Jethro and his team had scattered about the crime scene. He did not need to look up to predict Anthony would be sketching, Ziva would be taking photographs and young Timothy would be talking to the witnesses. Though he enjoyed the small things staying the same, sometimes he wished Jethro would allow his team to mix the jobs more. It would certainly make their lives more interesting.
The bright sun continued to beat down on the street. Ducky mopped his brow and squinted into the distance to search for Mr. Palmer. How was it possible for his assistant to get lost while fetching the gurney?
"How is it looking, Ducky?" Ziva asked as she crouched by his side. "Any surprises?"
He shook his head. "For once, this appears to be perfectly straightforward. Ah, I do enjoy the simple ones."
"Erm, Boss?" They both turned to observe Timothy running over to Jethro. "One of the witnesses said Sergeant Sims' five year old daughter was in the back of the car when it was driven off?"
Ziva muttered a Hebrew swear word next to him. As Ducky smiled and looked over at her face, he realized she too was squinting in the bright light.
"Hold on," he ordered her as she made to leap up and start following Jethro's every command. "Take this." He whipped his favorite hat from his head and offered it to her.
"Ducky, I could not possibly –" she began.
"I insist, my dear."
She paused for a moment, then accepted it. "Toda."