There are now two notes taped to the autopsy door for Ducky and Jimmy to read when they return from lunch. Ducky is coming down the hall right now. He's taken his note and is mulling over it. Want to eavesdrop again?
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Ducky,
PLEASE DON'T TELL GIBBS!
I promise that there will be no mess. Like, I would barely call it a party. It will simply be getting together for a moment on a work day, just like when we stop and visit you for a moment to hear a story and drink some tea. It will be so low-key that Gibbs shouldn't have to worry about it. You wouldn't want him to have a heart attack, would you?
LOTS of love,
Abby