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Alphabet Meme. Gibbs/Ducky (NCIS)

TITLE: What They Don't Know
AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
PAIRING: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Donald 'Ducky' Mallard
CHARACTERS: DiNozzo, McGee, Ziva, Gibbs, Ducky
GENRE: Slash
SUB-GENRE: Established Relationship. Humour
SUMMARY: DiNozzo wonders if Ducky gets lonely all alone in Reston House.
SPOILERS: The Meat Puzzle
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for adriannacoylho: N - 'Not sleeping alone'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.


Tony waited until he was certain Gibbs had left the squad room, before leaning forward and calling to McGee and Ziva. "Hey. Do you think Ducky gets lonely?"

"Lonely?" Ziva replied.

"Yeah, you know. Now that his mom's in a home and he's all alone in his big house. Well, I wonder if he gets lonely."

"He has been working longer hours," McGee said, moving to sit on the edge of his desk. "Palmer told me. He said Ducky's often here after he goes home."

"Mind you," Tony said, also leaving his chair and perching on the edge of his desk, "it's not just Mrs. Mallard, is it? I mean, she was a nice old lady -"

"Who thought you were a furniture moving gigolo who happened to also be a dogs' hairdresser."

"Yeah, thanks, McGeek."

"Hey, it was you who told me!"

"Oh, yeah. So it was. Sorry."

"You were saying, Tony." Now Ziva also joined the two men and sat on the edge of her desk. "About Mrs. Mallard being a nice lady."

"Yeah. Well she was - is, I guess - but she couldn't have been much company for Ducky. I was with her for a few hours and I was exhausted. Not by the furniture moving and dog hairdressing, but by the way she mind worked. Or didn't. I can't imagine her and Ducky sitting down and having a fulfilling conversation. And yet there was Ducky stuck with her night after night."

"And your point is?"

"Well, when did he get a chance to see anyone."

"You mean as in 'date' someone, don't you, Tony?"

"No! Well, not really. I mean Ducky's -" Tony broke off and looked carefully around him. He then decided even though Gibbs wasn't in the vicinity, he wasn't going to say anything else. The boss had an uncanny way of knowing just what was said. And Tony knew from past experience that anything that could be construed as even remotely negative about Ducky earned him the wrath of Leroy Jethro Gibbs. However, the other two were looking at him expectantly, so throwing caution to the wind and crossing his fingers, Tony said swiftly, "Put it this way, I bet Ducky's slept alone for a long time."

Ziva stared at him and then she smiled; her worryingly deadly-sweet smile. "Well, Tony, there is one way you could find out for certain, is there not?"

Not wanting to do so, but finding himself speaking anyway, Tony asked, "And what, Ms. David, would that be?"

Now the smile grew even more deadly-sweet. "You could ask him."


"Hey, Duck," Jethro called softly, going into the bedroom. "You still awake?"

"Of course." Ducky smiled.

In three strides Jethro had crossed the room, sat down on the edge of the bed, and put his mouth on Ducky's.


"Oh, yeah," Jethro said, as he kissed Ducky's nose and moved his arm slightly so he held Ducky more comfortably. "Meant to tell you. DiNozzo seems concerned that you're sleeping alone."

Ducky chucked.

TITLE: Over The Years
AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
PAIRING: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Donald 'Ducky' Mallard
GENRE: Slash
SUB-GENRE: Established Relationship
SUMMARY: Jethro recalls that he's leaned so much from Ducky over the years.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for adriannacoylho: S - 'Share'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.

Over the years Duck and I've been together, I've learned a lot from him; a hell of lot - far more than I learned in school.

You see Duck likes to share what he knows. He likes to talk and tell stories, most of which are true. I'm not sure the kids, except Palmer maybe, think they are; reckon they think Ducky makes them up, but most of them are true. Admittedly not all. It wasn't Duck who fell asleep in a field of poison ivy with a young girl. That's just his way of, I won't say 'hiding' because he doesn't, being circumspect, maybe.

But it's not just his stories I've leaned - and most of those I know backwards - it's other stuff too. Good stuff, useful stuff. I had a pretty good education, the school I went to had a good record, good teachers who were strict, and not many kids left without graduating. But you know, they can only teach you so much, whereas Duck . . . Well, I'm not sure there is a limit on what he can teach.

And it’s not just factual stuff, stuff about the world, history, literature, art, and everything else he goes on about, that he's shared with me and taught me. Not at all. In fact that was probably, when it comes down to it, the least important thing. I can survive without knowing how many concertos Mozart wrote - yeah, I do know.

No, the most important thing he taught me, and he did so by sharing himself with me, was how to be happy again. How to love again. How to really love again. How to care for one person and be content to be with them. I never thought I'd find the kind of love I had with Shannon again; that rarely happens once in a lifetime, let along twice. In fact I was so sure I wouldn't, I didn't even try. But I was wrong.

Because Duck showed me. He showed me how to love; how to love him and how to love myself. And he didn't do it in any grand fashion, he didn't give me lessons, he didn't even talk to me about love, he just did it by being Ducky. He loved me, he showed me, he told me, he went on day after day week after week month after month year after year being Ducky; loving me and just being himself. It doesn't sound much, does it?

The years since I met him have gone by so fast. I can hardly believe it's been more than twenty years since we met, and more than ten since we first became lovers. We're both retired now; I got out when Duck did, I didn't want to stay without him. So we now get to share even more time together; days are less frenetic, we don't get called out in the middle of the night. It's good.

Just like together Duck and I are good. We always have been.

Tags: fandom: ncis, fanfic: stories, pairing (slash): gibbs/ducky
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