Ducky: Would you like me to do an autopsy on your watch?
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"I knew something was amiss the moment you stepped into autopsy." Ducky pointed up at his friend, a short time after he'd entered. "I should've known the infamous Leroy Jethro Gibbs gut was churning."
"Last week you had all the answers." Gibbs offered, referring to his friends attempt at a psychological profile.
"I was correct in all of my pretenses. But underestimated just how unpredictable you could be."
"Duck, I came down here to explain…not endure a lecture."
"Ah yes, but you are due one my friend. You have taken quite a few liberties recently."
Gibbs stayed composed; steadfast in the reasons behind his actions. "I'm not sorry for what I did. Not if it means catching who's behind this."
"If you will not apologize, then what prey tell will make up for your violation of my trust?"
"Catching 'em will be all the satisfaction you'll need Duck. I promise you that."
Ducky sighed. "Very well then."
Gibbs turned to leave but changed his mind. He took off his watch slowly and held it out. "About that autopsy you offered earlier…it's been acting up. Think you can take a look at it?"
The ME snatched it out of his hand. "Shall I insert a locator chip and hidden microphone as well? Since you're so keen on the spy game recently, I thought…"
"Don't push it Duck."
He managed a small smile before holding the watch to his ear. "Oh dear, his pulse is faint. I must take a look right away if he has any chance at surviving. He is lucky you got him to me in time."
Gibbs stifled a laugh before turning to leave. "Thanks Duck."
"No charge. Just find the people responsible for all this non sense and we'll consider it an even trade."
Gibbs nodded assuredly. "Consider it done."