Ghosts

[ducky_md]

Autopsy was empty when he arrived, and Ducky wondered where Jimmy Palmer had disappeared to. The body was already laid out on the middle table, still dressed in bloody clothing, so he must have come back to NCIS. Probably in the loo, or perhaps in Abby’s lab. This autopsy was going to be a difficult one, and Ducky didn’t blame the young boy for

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[ynez_castillo]

Very nice and very sad.

[ducky_md]

Thank you, my dear.

[ncis_ringmaster]

"You okay?"

I looked up to see Danny offering me a cup of coffee. For a moment, I just sat there, staring at him. How the hell had he gotten here? Why was he here? Had I called him? I must have been staring blankly at him for a few moments too long, because he leaned on my desk, taking both my hands.

"I was there when they brought him to the ER, remember?" he prodded softly, gently. "I'm so sorry. I know how much he meant to you. He meant something to me, too. He was the only one who was willing to stand up at our wedding reception and do the cha-cha with me."

A snort of laughter escaped from my nose and the dam broke. In less than a moment, I was in Danny's arms, holding onto him for dear life and sobbing out all the hurt, all the anger, all the helplessness.

"I tried..." I sobbed into his shoulder, "I wasn't... I wasn't fast enough..."

OOC: Hope you don't mind, but I got a bit inspired and I made off with the assumption that this would have taken place a couple of years down the road.

By the way, this was fantastic!!!

[call_me_jethro]

[OOC: OMG, so sad! Made me get all teary. I love Christina Rosetti, too, by the way! Great poem.]