Jan 25
Like an ability or a muscle, hearing your inner wisdom is strengthened by doing it.
Robbie Gass
Ducky sighed as he surveyed the crime scene. A young man, a week from graduating the Academy, mugged and stabbed. What was the world coming to?
Jethro's team were busy scurrying around like ants, all focused on their jobs yet working seamlessly in a way that indicated just how long they had been together. Anthony was sketching the scene, Ziva was taking photographs and young Timothy was busy questioning a potential witness. Jethro himself was sipping his coffee slowly and moving between his agents, allowing them to brief him and co-ordinate the investigation. Ducky smiled. No wonder they had a high solve rate.
He turned his attention back to the young man awaiting his ministrations. Mr. Palmer had already settled down next to him and was trying to absorb everything. His mentor could not help another smile at the younger man's dedication. So rare, nowadays.
Mr. Palmer opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he closed it and continued staring at their new guest's right ear. "Is everything quite alright?" Ducky asked, mildly curious. "Have you found something?"
"I'm not sure," his assistant replied. "It's here." He indicated.
"Why don't you tell me your idea first?" Ducky suggested.
"I might not be right and you have far more experience than me," Mr. Palmer commented.
Ducky found himself smiling for the third time in less than five minutes. "You have to learn to trust your gut," he advised. "So, what have you found?"