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Gloaming
Ducky shook his head as he walked towards Gibbs house, the street lights brightening the gloaming. He couldn’t believe that he had to come out here again. Gibbs really needed to take better care of himself.
He’d have to make an agreement with Gibbs to no phone calls at this hour unless it was for a case or a true emergency. This was the last time that Ducky would make a house call to fix up an injury Gibbs gained from a drinking conflict.
“How could you Gibbs?” Ducky shook his head. “You know better than this.”
“It’s just a scratch.” Gibbs protested.
“If it were just a scratch you wouldn’t have called me out to check on it.” Ducky glared. “What were you doing anyway?”
“Nothing.” Gibbs grumbled.
“Torn knuckles is not nothing.” Ducky pointed out.
Gibbs eyes shifted to a hole in the wall and Ducky nodded. “Ah.” He put two and two together. He didn’t need an explanation as to the conflict that had occurred.
