When McGee arrived, Gibbs had already left, leaving just him and Ducky, and of course, the body bag. McGee put down the box, walked over and looked directly at Ducky, not even bothering to look at the table.
"Just tell me what happened Ducky," murmured McGee. He was on the point of a complete breakdown; he didn't need anyone messing him about.
"She was at a nightclub, with her friends…"
"Male or female?" McGee hoped she wasn't seeing another guy.
"Female. Anyway they were all having a great time, drinking and dancing until on of her friend's slips over. She goes to catch her friend but being drunk as well she falls over and hits her head on the stairs near where they were standing. She fell all the way down, but it was the initial hit that killed her. She didn't go through any pain. I can promise you that." All this time Ducky had been looking down at the body bag. When he looked up at McGee, tears were already welling up in his eyes.
"McGee, you don't have to see her, you can just…" suggested Ducky.
"No…no…I have to see…I have to see her one last time."
"Ok." Ducky started to unzip the bag. After the zip revealed her head and shoulders, Ducky motioned that McGee could look. Tim looked down and saw Abigail Scuito looking straight back at him. He looked at her long black hair, her black eyeliner and red lipstick. He looked and her saw the love of his life, cold and lifeless staring back at him. Then, McGee cried.
…don't try to fix me I'm not broken…
