<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Ducky turned, having allowed himself to forget that the young woman was in the room.  "My dear, if Anthony thought you were a danger to me, he would not have left," Ducky said calmly.  "And please, call me Ducky - everyone does." He watched her disarm, somewhat surprised at the number of weapons she kept on her body.  "I appreciate that you are trying to put me at ease, Miss -- Officer David, but it is not necessary.  You are here out of duty -- I understand that.  The dead deserve our respect, and I assure you that I do not take that lightly.  I cannot give you an estimate as to how long it will take, unfortunately -- it depends on the complexity of the damage.  Several hours, I should think."<br/>
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Gibbs entered autopsy with DiNozzo half a step behind him and to the left.  "Got anything for me, Duck?"<br/>
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Ducky raised an eyebrow.  "As you were a witness to the death, I hardly think that I can add anything probative.  This is a formality, Jethro.  A necessary one, but it is not an investigation."<br/>
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Gibbs grunted and his eyes focused on David.  "If I thought you were a threat to Doctor Mallard, you wouldn't be down here," Gibbs said bluntly.  "Abbs called.  Kate's stable, her vitals have leveled out for now.  We're just playing the waiting game."<br/>
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Tony kept his mouth shut, but his eyes were on Officer David.  It wasn't an imposition to watch her -- even though what she was wearing was too severely cut to be pretty, there was a damned nice figure hidden there.  God, he must be tired to be thinking that -- on the other hand, she HAD killed a man to defend Gibbs, and that catapulted her automatically several rungs up in the DiNozzo respect scale.</span></span>