March 5 – continuation of March 1
To friendship every burden's light. – John Gay, "The Hare and Many Friends"
Tim stared through the doors to Autopsy. He could see Ducky hard at work, and was loathe to disturb him. His problem was not urgent.
Although he could not work out who else he should talk to. Tony would laugh, Gibbs would not understand, Ziva would smile but do nothing, while a hug from Abby could not cure all ills. But Ducky was understanding, kind, and above all he was creative. And this problem had its roots in creativity.
He turned to leave. The doors to Autopsy opened with a swish, and Ducky emerged.
"Can I help you, Timothy?" he inquired.
Tim turned around. "I don't want to take you away from your work," he smiled. "You look pretty busy."
Ducky smiled back. "I could always take a break. Come in."
Tim did as he was told. There was always the possibility that he would be offered a soothing mug of tea.
They settled down a few minutes later, each cradling their mugs. Autopsy was silent for a few moments.
"My deadline is causing problems," Tim admitted. "I'm so stressed out. I've been working late into the night, forgetting to eat, and losing my focus. I'm worried that my work at NCIS is suffering."
"Which job do you place first?" Ducky asked.
Tim was confused. "Here."
"Then you should focus on this job," Ducky suggested. "I presume that your writing is something you do to relax."
Tim nodded.
"Your publisher will understand if you need an extension; she wouldn't want you to work yourself into the ground."
Tim chuckled, feeling more relaxed. He would take Ducky's advice. His sanity was more important than his writing.