Sep 10
I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul remembering my good friends. – William Shakespeare
Ducky sat on his porch, watching the sun start its journey into the sky.
He had always found watching the sunrise to be peaceful. It marked a new day, a fresh day. A new beginning yet somehow the same. A chance to make things right.
He sipped his tea and continued to watch the orb of fire. Early mornings were a time to think ahead to the coming day. Mr. Palmer was going to be late due to a dental appointment, which meant Abigail would come in early to check up on him and offer her assistance. Jethro would also be by to keep an eye on him.
On one of his regular trips to the squad room, he knew he would run into the team. Timothy would give him a welcoming smile, offer him a seat and inquire about his health. Anthony would hide his junk food, pretend to be working and ask his advice on something. Ziva would smile and resume their previous conversation about the best place to hide needle marks on a body.
It was good to know that some things never changed. He could guarantee he would find himself in Abigail's lab at some point and be forced to turn the music down. He knew Ziva would pop by for some tea and a conversation if they did not have a case. And if they had a case, Jethro would be in and out like a jack-in-a-box.
He smiled to himself. Today would be a good day. He could feel it in the air.