Ashleigh Anpilova


Jimmy has the results of his final exams.

An established relationship story.

Warning: Major character death mentioned.

Written: May 2009. Word count: 300.






Today was the day.


Gibbs strode into Autopsy to find Palmer holding an unopened envelope. "Hey, Palmer."


"Agent Gibbs."


"Those your results?"


"Yes, sir. Um -"


"Here." Gibbs grabbed the envelope and opened it. He scanned the paper inside and for the first time in months smiled. "Congratulations. Dr. Palmer," he said.


"I've . . . I did it?" Palmer's eyes were wide.


"Yeah. Yeah, Jimmy. You did. Well done." Gibbs put his hand on Palmer's shoulder.


"Thank you. I wish I could tell -" Palmer cut himself off abruptly and glanced away.


Gibbs knew why. They'd been an unwritten 'rule' in the months since Ducky's death: no one mentioned him. "I'll tell him, Jimmy," he said softly.


He strode out leaving Palmer staring after him.




"So there you go, Duck. Palmer passed; just as you knew he would. He'll make a damn fine doctor. But you know that. You're the one who told me. The kids are all going out for dinner tonight to celebrate. They asked me too. But I told them I had something else to do. Somewhere else to be. That's it, Duck. That's the -"


"I thought I'd find you here." Gibbs glanced around; Fornell was standing behind him.




"I gave up trying to call you."


Gibbs shrugged. "I've been busy."


"Sure you have. So Palmer's a doctor?"




"Good for him."


"Yeah. Me too. He's the last."


"The last?"


"Yeah. Duck made me promise that I wouldn't - Not while anyone needed me. Abbs and McGee are settled; DiNozzo's going to San Diego; Ziva's happy."


"Did she ever tell you who the father was?"


Gibbs shook his head. "No. But she's a good mother. And now Palmer's qualified I . . ." He trailed off.


Fornell looked at him for a moment. Then he swallowed hard and said quietly. "I need you, Jethro."



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