Ducky had fought the battle with the sickness, and was making his final stand, with a familiar friend at his side.
"Jethro…I always thought I'd die peaceful in my sleep."
He stood over his friend; he had been with him every night he spent in that hospital bed. "We all hope for that Duck." Then suddenly he paced out of the room, and spoke with a few doctors. He returned moments later. "We're taking you home."
The Doctor was in and out of consciousness and barely came to when he found himself home in his own bed. "I'm…I'm home?"
Gibbs smiled through his tears. "Only the best for the best Duck."
He raised his hand up in the air, unsure of who was near him. Gibbs reached out and took it. "I'm here Duck."
"I'm tired…"
Gibbs turned off a nearby lamp. "You can sleep." He attempted to release his friend's hand, but he couldn't loosen his grip.
"Stay Jethro."
"I will…" He composed himself and sat down. "I will."
"Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…I will fear no evil…"
He stopped for a moment and Gibbs joined his friend in his last words.
"For thou art with me…"