Ducky had already heard about Izzy.
Almost the same way Abby had except his information had come from Mr. Palmer not from McGee.
Speaking of Mr. palmer he seemed to have disappeared again,
"Hello, my dear" Ducky said in his most grandfatherly voice as Izzy walked in and the sliding doors closed with a hiss.
She glanced back almost like she was trying to decide to run or not.
"Hello, sir."Izzy had heard about Ducky and knew he was one of her uncle's only true friends.
"No,no,no my dear it's Ducky not sir I'm not that old you know, that reminds me of a time in my Youth ..." Ducky started in on one of his stories.
Izzy sat down on one of the autopsy tables with her legs dangling over the edge.
She heard he had tons of stories she couldn't wait to hear them.
"Here, would you like some coffee your dad loves coffee don't you?" Ducky asked turning to his coffee machine.
"No, he's my uncle not my dad, I never met my dad, it's always been just me and Uncle Jeb."She corrected him, Ducky noticed she seemed sad that she never knew her dad.
"What happened to your dad, hon?" Ducky asked careful not to seem like he was prying into her life.
"Uncle Jeb said my dad couldn't marry my mom because he was already married and my dad had a kid of his own and my mom was just a one night drunken stand for my dad." She was on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." Ducky said trying to fix what he thought was his mistake.
"No, It's okay when your on the road if you say he's gone no one asks." She muttered while wiping her tears.
"Well if you would like to find out who your dad is you could always have Abby take your blood and run a DNA test." Ducky suggested.
"She could do that?" She seemed more interested.
"Sure here lets draw alittle of your blood," Ducky motioned her to come over to the desk. "You can come over here I dont bite..
"Hey, wait, can we not tell Gibbs about this I don't want to have him try to find my dad. I want to do it on my own." She looked worried now.
"Sure here let's go see Abby." Ducky reasured her.