*Authors Note* Sorry about the time between posting, I've been really busy :D
The pen scratched against the paper, the smell of ink permeating the cool air of the morgue. Donald liked it here, it was so calm, so peaceful, full of people whose stories were waiting for him to uncover. His sense of peace was marred by the knowledge that one of those stories was now of his well liked friend Caitlyn Todd. He sighed regretfully "ah my dear, taken before your prime, I wonder what you would say if you saw us now?" "I'd say that you were the best friends I'd ever had" his pen dropped in surprise. He turned and said "Caitlyn?!" she was leaning against the morgue bed where she had lain. His mouth opened and closed fishlike before she smiled "ducky speechless? Who'd have thought?" he laughed and became sombre once more "one does not quite know how to converse with one's hallucination" she laughed "how else? Like the way you speak with the dead, listening for their tales, I'm probably the only one that will answer back" she laughed again. He asked hesitantly "is it nice?" she stared at him "depends, what do you want it to be ducky? isn't it odd that the others asked the same thing, I suppose it's something to ponder" He thought for a moment "you tell them what they need to hear, bringing peace to them" she smiled "am I ducky? Is that what I'm doing?" he smiled back "I miss you my dear, Ziva is a good agent, but she doesn't have that flair, that life that you...had "she tilted her head but said nothing. He said softly "the team misses you" "I know" he paused for breath "I don't suppose you've any stories to share?" she laughed "ducky, I always admired the way you could talk to the dead, like you always could find their stories, give them justice" he smiled again closing his eyes for a fraction of a second, in that second he felt the brush of the wind against his skin, followed by the scent of spring and roses, he hurriedly opened his eyes only to find a single red rose lying on his paper, he smiled and picked it up and laughed, the grief and regret that had plagued him somehow lessened by seeing her.