Challenge # 212 NCIS; GIbbs/Ducky. Go

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TITLE: Go
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRINGS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Donald “Ducky” Mallard
WORD COUNT: 300
RATING: PG-13
PROMPT: Challenge # 212 Classic Rock Songs. Fleetwood Mac: Go your Own Way
SUMMARY: Ducky makes a decision; so does Gibbs.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.



Ducky sighed. He had thought that Gibbs had finally sorted it all out.

After Hollis Mann retired to Hawaii, the gray-haired agent had not dated any women. Not even looked in the direction of a female.


He had been monogamous…and he had seemed content with being only with Ducky.


In the last few weeks however, Ducky had noticed a slight change in Jethro’s behavior; a distancing himself from the ME.


Ducky had originally thought it to be work related…losing Ziva to Mossad…Vance yipping at his heels.


But recently, rumors had begun to circulate…hushed whispers in the squad room: Gibbs…another red-head …a convertible.


Ducky had decided that enough was enough. He was tired of feeling like either the cheated on wife or the dumped mistress. It was time for them to go their own ways.


He had sent Jimmy Palmer home and asked Gibbs to come down to Autopsy.


“Yeah Duck…what is up?”


“Jethro… I am too old for games. Please choose your path. I can not endure being the any port in the storm…the convenient shack up.”


“Duck. I never.. I ..…its..…shit.”


The special agent spun and left the room.


That was at 3 pm.


It was now 5 pm and Ducky got up, turned off the lights in Autopsy and took the back way to the garage.


Once at Reston House, he systematically went from room to room and gathered up objects that even vaguely reminded him of Gibbs. He would pack them up and send them to the gray haired agent’s house.


Suddenly, over whelmed by fatigue physically and emotionally, he sat in his chair in the den and thought of his future without Jethro…perhaps without NCIS.


He heard a soft scratching at the lock. And footsteps in the darkened hallway.


A voice called softy, “Ducky? I decided.”


Loving you
Isn’t the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel

If I could
Baby, I’d give you my world.
How can I
When you won’t take it from me?

You can go your own way
Go your own way.
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way.
Go you own way.

Tell me why
Everything turned around.
Packing up
Shacking up is all you wanna do.

If I could
Baby, I’d give you my world.
Open up
Everything’s waiting for you.

You can go your own way.
Go your own way