Chapter 4 – Anyone Game?
"Oh, COOL," Abby said, sounding like an excited little girl. "Total darkness in the morgue!"
"Speak for yourself, Abs," Tim said, with just the slightest hint of annoyance. He didn't mind being in the morgue, minded it only slightly more with the lights out like this, but he really wasn't sure how he felt about his girlfriend being so enthusiastic about the whole thing. Of course, he should have expected that.
"I suppose we're trapped in here until the power comes back on?" Ziva asked. The Mossad officer was frustrated again. Here, she had finally thought she'd be involved in something productive, and then it had been snatched away, quite abruptly and rudely, she thought.
"I'm afraid so, Ziva," Ducky said, regretfully, secretly grateful that Jimmy had chosen to put the body away in the cooler before the team had arrived down in autopsy. They didn't need to see the charred remains of the young Navy Lieutenant in order for their findings to be effectively conveyed.
"Seems to me this is a perfect place for a ghost story," Tony said, with a hint of childish glee in his voice. Abby giggled beside him.
"Well, Duck, looks like you've got a captive audience," Gibbs said, with a sigh. "If we can find our way to a clear spot on the floor, we might as well settle in."
"Oh, I'm afraid I haven't any ghost stories at the moment, Jethro," Ducky said, with a great deal of regret in his distinguished brogue. Here he had a perfect chance to tell a story, and he was fresh out.
A soft "ahem" was heard next to him, and a sharp intake of breath. "I'm not, Sir." A flashlight was suddenly turned on, illuminating the grinning face of Jimmy Palmer.
"I have a niece, don't forget. And she loves stories. Ghost stories in particular. She has favourite, if anyone's game?"
