Duck.

Abbs.

The two people in my life who mean the most to me.

The two people in my life I have complete and utter faith, both professionally and personally, in.

The two people in my life who have complete and utter faith, both professionally and personally, in one another.

Least I thought they did.

Until today.

Today I witnessed something I never thought I'd see: Abby saying Ducky was wrong over the time of death.

Ducky wrong? And wrong by over twenty-four hours. It's impossible.

But Abby's adamant. Her tests show the man was alive. Thus, she says Ducky's wrong.

Understandably, Duck's upset by Abby's comments. So upset he said he'd stake his career on being right.

He can't be wrong because . . . Well, he's Ducky. And that aside he's not just out of Med School, he's got decades of experience. He's not going to be wrong by that length of time. I have faith in him.

But Abby's always telling me that Forensics and computer whatsits can't be wrong. She's proved that many times. I have faith in her.

But one of them has to be wrong.

They can't both be right.

Either Abby's right and the man was alive to make the call.

Or Ducky's right and he was dead more than twenty-four hours before he supposedly made the call.

Which one of them do I really believe?

Which one of them do I put my faith in?

My lover? The man I've known for over three decades? The man who's always stood by me? The man I love?

Or the girl who's my surrogate daughter? The girl who throws herself into my arms and kisses me? The girl who's never let me down? The girl I love like a father?

Which one of them?

I'm so torn.