A/N: Now that the sex is done, I can get on with... Oh God. We've gone from bad to worse. Again, I'm sorry in advance for this.

General Warning Label: teen!NCIS, heterosexual sex (Abby/Gibbs), slash (Tony/Tim), masturbation (Tony), erotic dreams/fantasies (Everybody), violence (Gibbs), teacher/student (Kate/Jimmy, respectively), child abuse (Ziva), homelessness (Jenny), suicide (Ducky), & death by abortion (Abby). Told you this wasn't for the faint of heart...

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Chapter Eight: Part One: The Guilty Ones

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Abby could still hear the wind in the trees. Leroy had a sudden sinking in his stomach. They were laying together, Abby's head on Leroy's bare chest, looking up at the rafters of the old barn.

"That was… that was amazing…" Abby finally said.

Leroy looked down at her and kissed her brow, "It was indeed…"

"Where did you learn to do… do that third move?" Abby asked, blushing madly as she remembered.

"A book… not really sure what it was called," Leroy replied calmly.

There was silence for a moment. Somehow, Leroy could tell that because something good had happened to him, something terrible was about to happen to someone he loved. It usually worked out like that. He slowly sat up, and Abby got up. He fished around in the dark for his pants, "What's wrong, Leroy?" Abby asked.

"I don't know. This was… this has been a whirlwind of a night, Abby… but I have to go… go check on Ducky," Leroy replied, buttoning his pants and buckling his belt. Abby remembered Jenny and Ziva, and reached over to grab her pants to put them back on.

"I should go see if Ziva and Jenny are okay…"

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Jimmy was packing up to leave Ms. Todd's classroom. It sounded like Tim and Tony were done in the choir room, which was upstairs, and the piano up there had stopped ages ago. For some odd reason, Kate had wanted Jimmy to stay a little longer and play. Finally, she was allowing him to go home. She stood up when Jimmy had zipped up his bag and was beginning to stand.

"Good work today," she said awkwardly, touching his hand. They were about the same height now.

"Thank you, Ms. Todd," Jimmy replied, a slight stutter in his speech.

"Oh, please, Jimmy," Kate chided, "Call me Kate…"

She hugged him, and he relished the closeness, "What is all this for, K-Kate?" he asked.

"A little affection, Jimmy… You are my only 16-year-old student. And you've been with me for so long…" Kate said, biting her bottom lip. Then she did the improper: She kissed Jimmy on the lips. Jimmy was taken aback and parted with her quickly. Shit! Why did I do that? I've been dreaming of this for ages, and now…

And then it hit him. "I'm sorry, Ms. Todd… I can't do this. I need… I need to find someone my own age."

Kate's eyebrows furrowed, "Is it me?"

"No, no!" Jimmy replied quickly, when he saw a hint of a quiver in her bottom lip.

"Are you… are you like Mr. McGee?" she asked, her eyebrows shooting straight up.

Did everyone in this town know McGee was gay before he told me about it? Jimmy shouted in his head. But he had no time to be hurt over his best friend not trusting him. He shook his head, "No… I… I like someone my own age," he lied quietly, and turned to leave. He didn't look back, but kept his head lowered, and his speed quick. Once outside the school, he bumped into someone. He looked up.

"James? James Palmer?" Ziva asked. She placed a hand under his chin and looked him over. He noticed a bruise had formed around her right eye, even though her hair was slightly covering it. She checked him over, touching his face to see if it was him who was bruising.

"I'm… I'm fine, Ms. David…" Jimmy replied, blushing when he noticed that Ms. Todd was watching them through the window. Kate smiled sadly, and Jimmy remembered his lie. Well… it's over, this crush on the youthful Ms. Todd… he thought.

"Just checking… you slammed pretty hard into me… what's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost!" Ziva cried, taking his hand.

Jimmy blushed madly and quickly pulled his hand away, "I… I have to go find Tim…"

"Ah! Have you seen Abby? Her parents are going insane with worry…" she said.

Jimmy shook his head and plowed on toward his street. Ziva watched him, and finally touched her hand to her heart, as if she had been wanting to touch the shy young pianist for a while…

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Part Two: Don't Do Sadness/Blue Wind

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Ducky wandered the streets for a while. Dusk had settled, and Ducky just didn't want to shoot himself yet. Well… he did, but he wanted to talk to Leroy one last time. It looked as if that wouldn't happen. Leroy was still in the barn with Abby last he checked. Sighing, Ducky returned to the park and sat under a budding maple. He slowly drew out the gun from his belt and raised it to his head to shoot.

"Ducky? Ducky Mallard?" A voice called from above him. He dropped the gun and it was soon hidden from the figure above as she dropped down next to him.

"Jenny? You frightened me…" Ducky said, sadly.

"What are you doing here?" Jenny asked.

"If… If I only knew…" Ducky replied.

"I was just about to go home… want to come?" Jenny asked after a moment, putting out her hand.

"I don't know…" Ducky said, allowing her to help him to his feet. The gun still was hidden.

"God… you remember how we used to run to my house to play pirates? Abby Sciuto, Leroy Gibbs, you and I?" Jenny asked, trying hard to cheer him up. She wanted him to come with her to her house and maybe… maybe just hold him… maybe more. She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. He was surprised for a moment, but he slowly allowed the kiss to take over. Then he remembered why he had come and broke away.

"Actually, I better not…" he said.

"Walk as far as my house with me…" Jenny said, taking his hand.

He jerked it away, "I wish I could…" he replied painfully.

Jenny looked down at her hands, "Then why don't you?"

Ducky looked, smiling, "French make-up, Math worksheet, and a paper on why the Axis Powers lost in World War II," he answered cheerfully, "It was Italy's fault."

Jenny smiled at his little after thought, but nodded and waved before running off in the direction of her house. Ducky suddenly felt funny in his stomach. She was… She was asking me to her house to… to have sex! Dammit! I'll… I'll just have to die a virgin… Ducky picked up the gun, raised it once more, and pulled the trigger, first feeling blindly pain, and then… nothing.

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"DUCKY!" Leroy shouted when he got to the park. He heard the gunshot and ran to the maple tree. There he saw Ducky, lying on the ground, almost peaceful, if it wasn't for the eyes glazed in sadness and death, and the blood coming from the side of his face. Leroy ran to the nearest pay phone and dialed quickly.

"Mom… call Mrs. And Mr. Mallard… Ducky's… Ducky's shot himself."

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I am ashamed of what I did. But just wait. It gets better. Then worse. Then better, then we end with hope. I hope. Anyway. Sorry Ducky… it was part of the plot to begin with. But you'll live forever in out hearts… and in the actual series. Ack. Ackackack.

Aeron Ailsa