Oh, my poor Duckman. I felt so sorry for him. I still do. I know how much he loved his mom, and how much she loved him.

I liked her too, even if she did ask me if I was sleeping with her son, and talked about how much she wanted grandchildren. I wonder if she knew about Gibbs and Ducky? She had to have done, surely?

I knew. Okay, so I didn't know/know, not in the sense of being told. But I knew.

Ducky looked so scared when we all caught him and Gibbs kissing. I wanted to tell him not to be, to tell him that Gibbs didn’t care that we'd seen them. But that wasn't my job. That's Gibbs's. So I just hugged Ducky, and told him how sorry I was, and other such stuff.

Gibbs'll make it right.

I know he will.

He'd better.

I wanted to hug Gibbs too when he told us all how long he and Ducky had been together. Go Gibbs. That told Madam Director.

I hope she doesn't cause trouble.

I don't think she will.

I don't think she can.

She'd better not.

Gibbs took Ducky off to the home where his mom died, and they didn't come back. I hope that means that Gibbs has reassured the Duckman.

I'm sure he has.

Gibbs always knows what to say. What to do. He just knows.

Like the time there was that Jane Doe, and Ducky was really upset because of a case from ten years ago. Gibbs told me to get Ducky to help me; I didn't need any help, and I told Gibbs that. And then Gibbs made me look at Ducky, and I knew what he was saying. It was his way of looking after Ducky; his way of making it right. He knew what to say and what to do.

He'll sort it.

He'll reassure Ducky.

He'll look after him.

He always does.