J is for Jam [NCIS; Ducky; G]
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velvetfictionTitle: J is for Jam
Fandom/Characters: NCIS, Ducky
Rating: G
Words: 200
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"DiNozzo." Tony's voice was tinny across the cellphone connection.
"Ah, good, Tony. Would you please let Jethro know that I shall be a little tardy in arriving?"
"Sure, Ducky. Is everything okay?"
"Yes, well. I'm in a little bit of a jam here."
"Traffic jam?"
"No, strawberry," Ducky snapped, trying to prevent an SUV from cutting him off.
Across the phone connection, he faintly heard Gibbs ask what was going on and Tony responding something about Ducky being in a terrible accident involving strawberry jam. Louder, Ducky heard Gibbs snap "Gimme that."
"What's going on, Duck?" Gibbs asked clearly into the phone.
"Anthony is suffering from a critical lack of sarcasm comprehension, apparently," Ducky replied, some of his good humor returning. "I'm on the Belt and traffic is a nightmare. I'm afraid I shall be a bit late arriving to your party."
"That's alright, Petty Officer Castiglione isn't going anywhere. See you when you get here."
The abrupt dial tone proved that Gibbs had hung up with his usual efficiency, and Ducky smiled. He turned the radio up and crept his car another few inches forward. Patience and a good radio station were the only way to survive Beltway traffic.
Fandom/Characters: NCIS, Ducky
Rating: G
Words: 200
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"DiNozzo." Tony's voice was tinny across the cellphone connection.
"Ah, good, Tony. Would you please let Jethro know that I shall be a little tardy in arriving?"
"Sure, Ducky. Is everything okay?"
"Yes, well. I'm in a little bit of a jam here."
"Traffic jam?"
"No, strawberry," Ducky snapped, trying to prevent an SUV from cutting him off.
Across the phone connection, he faintly heard Gibbs ask what was going on and Tony responding something about Ducky being in a terrible accident involving strawberry jam. Louder, Ducky heard Gibbs snap "Gimme that."
"What's going on, Duck?" Gibbs asked clearly into the phone.
"Anthony is suffering from a critical lack of sarcasm comprehension, apparently," Ducky replied, some of his good humor returning. "I'm on the Belt and traffic is a nightmare. I'm afraid I shall be a bit late arriving to your party."
"That's alright, Petty Officer Castiglione isn't going anywhere. See you when you get here."
The abrupt dial tone proved that Gibbs had hung up with his usual efficiency, and Ducky smiled. He turned the radio up and crept his car another few inches forward. Patience and a good radio station were the only way to survive Beltway traffic.