Ducky's POV
Caitlin lay blankly on my autopsy table. Death... something I dealt with everyday, but never before had it hurt me so much. She was an asset to the team, that there was no doubt, but a friend... that is what we all considered her. I knew the only reason Tony came to work everyday was to see her, to see our dear Caitlin. I think we all woke up in the morning to see her.
I held the scalpel above her body, preparing to make the y-incision. It was routine for all postmortem examinations, but I never liked doing it if I already knew the cause of death... pointless really. I wouldn't have, but being the giving person she was, Caitlin was an organ donor. Her parents chose to have me do the autopsy because they didn't want some stranger slicing open their child. I was going to beg them to have someone else do it, but the looks of forlornment on their faces caused me to change my mind.
Another innocent person lie before me on the cold steel. It reminded me of the time Caitlin had felt so much guilt for killling an innocent man. We all tried so hard to comfort her in her time of need, but being as strong willed as she was... she had to recover on her own.
I knew how she felt, being drained of her blood. It had happened to me before and she had been there for me through it all. Mearly a few hours before I was lying on an examination table, she had told me everything was going to be okay. I wanted to trust her words; she was so beautiful it was hard to believe anything she said was a lie. At least she had made it in time to save my life. Unfortunately, no one had been able to save hers.
Pressing the scalpel against her skin, I began to slowly tear apart what we had left of Special Agent Caitlin Todd.