Srry 2 everyone who thought I was going 2 add a new chapter. Like I said, this is a one-shot, & I also figured out that if you replace a chapter, the story won't jump 2 the top of the list & get noticed by a lot of people.

So now I've got 2 add this, & RUN from any of those administrator ppl who made that rule about no A/N chapters.

Anyway, a few ppl have been asking 4 sequels, and I will happily oblige if & only if u agree to the two terms below:

a) the plots in my head take time I don't really have 2 develop, so plotting, outlining, & proofreading will take time. Just a warning, really, not exactly a term.

b) I have now got 2, not 1, 2, plotbunnies in my head, but I can't decide which 2 write and publish. So plz vote on the poll on my profile if u want anymore!

Thank uz.

Tibki

(This has been a Public Fanfiction Announcement brought 2 u by the number 3.14159264358979323846 a.k.a. pi (my girl scout troop's unofficial #)).

Now, to get the FF ppl off my tail & 2 make sure this doesn't get deleted, here is a little bit of a story, the unwritten until now 3rd plot bunny! Takes place right in the middle of "Twisted Sister", so major spoilers. Enjoy:

"Dr. Mallard?"

"Yes, my boy?"

"Um… sh-should I be… disturbed, by this?"

Jimmy was in his scrubs, looking at the body of one Seaman Petty with a confused look on his face. Ducky raised his eyebrows, almost equally puzzled.

"I should hope not, Mr. Palmer, after all, we have had many a more gruesome crime, more disgusting a body to deal with. All that is wrong with this poor fellow is the stab wound in his chest. Why would you feel disturbed?"

"Well, uh… I overheard Tony and Ziva saying something about Agent McGee's little sister killing him."

Ducky nodded, understanding. "And you find it hard to believe that the younger sibling—the younger sister—of the same agent who nearly beat himself to death over his first kill is capable of murder?"

"I-I know its silly, but if she's anything like Agent McGee, she wouldn't be able to do something like this, I mean, they had the same parents, right? How could they raise one to be a federal agent and the other to be a killer?"

Unfortunately for Jimmy, the doors to Autopsy swooshed open at that exact moment and McGee himself came through them. Jimmy's mouth made a click sound as it slammed shut, his cheeks flushing.

"I-I didn't mean…"

"Save it, Palmer," McGee said, cutting him off. Ducky raised a single eyebrow. He had heard from the others that McGee was different in fraternal mode, but this was something else. He seemed straighter, slightly angry and resigned, and definitely worried. "Sarah didn't kill this guy. She's not like that. She may not be me, but she's not like that. Can I talk to Ducky alone, please?"

Jimmy nodded silently and nearly ran out of autopsy with a few samples for Abby. The moment the doors shut, McGee sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Something troubling you, Timothy?"

Despite everything, McGee managed to smile. "You're almost as good as Gibbs."

"Oh, I certainly doubt that. I cannot imagine being at the same level as Jethro. It's quite impossible for an old medical examiner like me to think that I could be equal to a refined Marine-turned-NCIS investigator. But," he smiled in return, "a certificate in forensic psychology can be helpful at times. What would make you, Timothy, come to my domain that you once hated with such passion?"

McGee knew he was on a roll and didn't interrupt, knowing it would give him more time to think about what he was going to say.

"After all, at the beginning of your tenure, you could barely stand the sight of that acid-worn submariner. Now you are coming down solely for the purpose of telling me something, and have not given the body of your sister's ex-boyfriend a second thought. Something is either heavy on your mind, or you have come a lot farther than I first suspected. Now, what is it you wanted?"

McGee sighed, knowing his time to practice was up. "Um… If Sarah, God forbid, does get convicted…"

"Don't think that way, Timothy. I'm sure your sister is innocent, and we will prove it…"

"I know that," he interrupted, "and I don't think anyone else could prove it better than we could, but if something goes bad… if this all goes south, could you do me a favor and tell the team to watch their backs, from me?"

Ducky frowned. "Of, of course, Timothy, but why would you need me to tell them? And why could you not tell them yourself?"

McGee sighed. "The Director wants me in her office, and I'm pretty sure it's not for a glass of bourbon. If this is the end of my road at NCIS, I need you to tell Gibbs, Ziva, Tony, Abby, even Director Shepard—heck, even Palmer—to watch out for the weeks after. I…" Here he swallowed. "I don't want to hear that you had to do another autopsy on someone you knew, Ducky."

Dr. Mallard had not been expecting this.

"You think someone will go after the team if your sister is convicted of a murder she probably didn't commit?"

"If she goes to jail, then yeah, there will be. We've got family in a lot of places, some of them a little… shadier… than others. I don't want to see any of them hurt. You'll be fine because they won't hurt a doctor—some sort of code of honor—but the others…"

"Timothy, this makes absolutely no sense…"

"Please, Duck, just promise? If sarah gets proved innocent, you can just forget this whole thing ever happened, but if she doesn't, I need to be sure someone will be able to warn them. I might not be able to stop them before something happens."

"…Alright, Tim, but if anything happens, you will explain to me what you're talking about."

"Hopefully, I won't have to," he replied, obviously in relief. "Thanks, Ducky, I owe you one."

Before he could reply, McGee's phone rang and he was out he door to the Director's office.

"Thanks, Ducky!" he called again from the elevator. Ducky turned and looked on the man with the single stab wound to the chest.

"Lets hope you were not killed by Sarah McGee, Seaman," he said, "Timothy was right in one aspect: I do not want to perform another autopsy on a team member."

As it turned out, Sarah didn't kill Seaman Petty, but every time Ducky tried to question McGee about what he had said, the man managed to either worm out of it or leave before the question was fully formed. Eventually, Ducky forgot about the entire exchange.

McGee might not have been able to lie, but he was a heck of a dodger.

Hope I managed to write out Ducky right... and especially the psychology stuff. Plz vote? Plz?

Tibki