A true friend laughs at your best funny story no matter how many times she's heard it.
Ducky smiled at Abigail as he continued his story. He had a niggling feeling he may have told her it before, but she seemed to be enjoying it.
"So, this French flic was idiotic enough to interfere with my crime scene." He shook his head. "He should have known better. Chief of police as well. Well into his fifties if he was a day. Must have been on the force for most of his adult life."
Abigail sat agog, clutching Bert to her chest. "What did you do to him?"
"I pushed him off a cliff," Ducky announced proudly. "And I would do it again."
"Wasn't there a lake below?" she tried to recall.
"Fifty feet," he remembered. "Anyway, the French police weren't too happy about this and a warrant was sworn out for my arrest. Until they dropped the charges, Jethro and I went on the run. It was very exciting."
"Where did you go?"
"A young upcoming NCIS agent commandeered a boat for us," he smiled.
"Director Shepard," Abigail grinned.
"She wasn't the Director then!" he pointed out. "She also got the charges dropped."
"Rock on Jenny," Abigail beamed, squeezing Bert tight.
Ducky smiled back at her. While he was sure he had told the Goth the story before, she seemed to enjoy it still. Perhaps he should grace her with another one…