Title: Meeting Ducky.

Rating: K+

Summary: "'Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.'"

Disclaimer: All that stuff in the first chapter.

A/N: This chapter fits with NCIS Special Ops fanfiction challenge 14 (just incase you wanted to know). This is the last chapter for a while. I'll be going for a nice long vacation with family for Christmas, so there will be no new chapters till next year (that sounds so long). Merry Christmas everyone, and a Happy New Year!

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The car swerved dangerously near the edge of the cliff.

This was my punishment, I just know it. I spilt his coffee and now he's going to kill me, me and everyone else in the car. I don't think I've ever thought about how easy it would be to die, all you need is Gibbs driving and a thin little mountain road, and I had them both. I'm looking ahead and just wondering which cliff we're going to drive off of. He makes another quick turn and I hold on to the bottom of the seat for my life.

"Hey boss, don't you think it would be a good idea to slow down a little, the roads up here in the mountains are little thinner and the snow is pretty bad." Tony told Gibbs as he drove down the road.

"Don't tell me how to drive DiNozzo, what do you think I'll drive off the cliff?" Gibbs asked as he made another sharp turn.

"Boss," came a hesitant voice from the other side of Tony in the back seat, "Are you sure you don't want one of us to drive?" Tim looked terrified as Gibbs once again made a hey-lets-go-off-the-edge-of-the-cliff turn.

"Wow, now that was a little to close." I said as I made sure my seatbelt was firmly buckled.

"You know Gibbs," said Kate from the front seat, "Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea for one of us to drive."

He didn't say anything, just took his new cup of coffee and took a big sip. He wasn't looking at the road, and there was a dangerously tight turn not to far away.

This was it, the cliff that I'm going to die on. Kate had a death grip on the door, and Tim had an equally tight grip on the handle above his head beside the door. As for me and Tony, I had my nails permanently sunk into the bottom of the back seat and Tony was checking his seatbelt like I had a few moments before.

The car jerked quickly to the left

We're all still alive, I'm not missing any limbs, and the car is still on the road. I felt like screaming out 'Halleluiah!' but decided against it knowing it wouldn't be the best thing to do since Gibbs was still driving on a thin snowy little mountain road.

Plus I realized my worries were far from gone as Gibbs increased the speed of the car and made turn just as tight as the one before. Right now I was content with holding on to the seat for dear life and praying.

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"We found her this morning, Sir. Once we saw her ID and found out she was Navy we called you guys." A police officer informed Gibbs as Tony and Kate followed him into the house, me following closely behind.

"April?"

"Yeah Tony?"

"You can't come in, you gonna have to wait in the car, it shouldn't take us to long."

"Ok," I reply simply.

I start to walk back to the car, looking at the big houses around the area. It was it's own little town up in the mountains, a little community all on its own in the Appalachins.

"Can I assist you in any way ma'am?" the question came from behind me, in a thick British accent.

"No," I answer as I turn around.

"You seem to be a little young to be a police officer," He says playfully as he walks up to me.

"Family of one of the NCIS agents."

"Oh, many I ask who?"

"Tony, Tony DiNozzo," I answer, finding that his jacket said 'NCIS Medical Examiner'.

"I wasn't aware that Anthony had a daughter," he said as he started to walk away.

"How did you know I was his daughter?" I ask in amazement that he knew how I was related to Tony.

"Tony doesn't have to many women in his family your age, no sisters, no nieces, and I've met his cousin before. Why, the author Conan Doyle states it best through his character Sherlock Holmes, 'Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.'"

I laugh lightly at his knowledge of the Sherlock Holmes books. He was so sweet and polite that I couldn't help but smile as he left his previous path and walked over to me.

"Dr. Donald Mallard, you can call me Ducky," he put out his hand and I shook it.

"Duck! You comin'?" I heard agent Gibbs voice yell from the door of the house.

"Farewell my dear April, I shall look forward to talking with you again in the future."

"Good bye doctor Mallard…Um…I mean Ducky."

Ducky was very sweet, and the nicest member of Tony's that I had met. I walked the short distance back to the car and sat down in the back seat. I could already tell it was going to be a very long day. A nice day, maybe, but long nonetheless.

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"I'm tired," I say as I try to stifle my fifth yawn in the last two minutes, but fail badly as my lunges force the air down through my mouth. I really didn't mean to complain, but it was eleven o'clock and it had been a very lengthy day.

It had been all work talk as we drove back to the NCIS building, blood tests this and murder suspects that, names and rankings, weapons and guns. It was like they were speaking another language to me, big words I wouldn't even try to remember let alone say, spell, or use in a sentence. It was digging up information on the victim after that, updates on blood samples, and going over crime scene statements.

"The husband had every chance to kill her," Kate said from her desk across from Tony's, "He had a way to get in and out of the house without signs of braking in, a knife from their own kitchen is the murder weapon, and we've yet to find out where he is."

"But where's the motive, Kate? Why would he kill his wife when they were happy, rich, and from what we can tell not cheating on each other? He had no reason to do it."

It had been going on like this for the whole day, Tony and Kate fighting over who was right and who was wrong.

"So he didn't do because he wanted money! There are so many reasons a guy would kill his wife, he's bound to have at least one."

"There's no strong evidence that tells us he did, Kate!"

Kate sighed and ran her hand over her forehead, "But that doesn't mean there's something we just haven't found yet."

"Would you two stop it!" Everyone in the room looked up to Gibbs as he yelled at Tony and Kate. "I don't care who murdered the Lieutenant, all I want to do is catch him." Gibbs then took a long sip of the coffee he had gotten a while ago. "Everybody go home, and come back prepared for the day," he got up out of his chair and started to walk to the elevator. "The last thing I need tomorrow is a aggravated teenager, a pissed dad cause his daughters mad, and Agents that can't conduct themselves as adults." He looked back at Tim right before he entered the elevator, "And be on time."

The second the doors shut Abby's cheery voice came bouncing through the almost empty room.

"His knee's bothering him."

"Hopefully it passes soon," Kate said as she pulled her purse out from under her desk, "Or we'll all be fired by the end of the week."

"What do you have, Abby?" Tim asked, I assumed he was talking about the papers in her hand.

"Oh, of course, I have the blood test results!"