NCIS: ORIGINS - OCTOBER 21, 2025 - TV INSIDER: INTRODUCTION OF YOUNG DR. DONALD "DUCKY" MALLARD
From the TV Insider article:
.“Mark [Harmon] said to us, ‘I didn’t know you guys were doing that, and there was no greater way to honor David [McCallum] than to put his music [in], because David felt so passionate about his music,'” NCIS: Origins executive producer David J. North says of the upcoming tribute to the late actor with Adam Campbell reprising his role as the younger version. Adds EP Gina Lucita Monreal, “There’s three songs that he performed and he was very proud of his music, and we are so proud to put it in the episode and you’ll see, it just fits so beautifully within what we were doing in the episode.”
The episode, titled “The Edge,” after one of McCallum’s songs (which will be featured in the episode), airs on Tuesday, October 28. In it, Campbell’s Ducky comes as a liaison from D.C. headquarters — he and Gibbs have met before, in 1980 (NCIS Season 18 Episode 2, “Everything Starts Somewhere”) — to evaluate whether Pendleton needs an in-house medical examiner, but is that the only reason for his visit? We’ll have to wait and see..."
NCIS: Origins airs on CBS on Tuesday 9/8C and streams on Paramount+ on Wednesday.
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Minnie had gotten out of work not too long ago so she was slightly on the tired side of things. She had been floated off to the Maternity end of the hospital world, aiding in Labor and Delivery, so it had been a rather decent shift. Still didn’t mean that it wasn’t tiring.
The thing was that Minnie had some errands to run before heading home and sleeping. The only way she was going to accomplish that was with a coffee!
Hadder’s it was. It took the nurse no time to reach the small cafe, already having ordered and grabbing a hold of her coffee. She moved to the station where all the fixings were at adding her sugar and cremes and just when she was about to grab her straw.... she dropped them all.
A whole shower of straws came hurdling down off the counter, Minnie looking at them in complete dismay. She rubbed a hand against her features getting ready to bend down and start the journey of picking them all up when she noticed a whole bunch of the straws had fallen over someone’s shoe.
“I am so sorry. I can just... go and ask the front for more straws... you were probably going for one too, huh? Before I went and just... dropped them all down to their floor-y grave....”
Hello lovelies! This is an idea I’ve had for awhile. I’ve never written Ducky as lone character before. Hope I did him justice. Enjoy!
Gif not mine!
Ducky x Wife Reader
(Reader is in her mid-forties.)
You stared at your hands as the feeling of a large warm hand landed on your shoulder. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Allan your bodyguard asked kindly.
“I’m fine.” You whispered not meeting his eyes. Allan was a stocky 6`5 black man with a powerful build and kind honey-colored eyes.
You tried to ease the pounding in your head as flashes of a shady-looking man pulling out a knife and diving at you before Allan got to him made you shudder.
“If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask Y/N.” The man states his eyes scanning over the bandages around your shoulder, black eye, and multiple face abrasions.
He held a guilty expression before he headed towards the door of your hospital room.
You’d been attending one of your book signings in London when out of nowhere a man came at you with a knife.
He’d managed to stab your shoulder and get several decent punches to your face before Allan got him off you.
Luckily the stab wound was only a flesh wound and required some minor stitches.
The doctor had just finished up with you a few minutes prior. She’d advised you to go back to a friend’s house and get some rest.
J.K. Rowling was a great friend of yours and she’d already offered to put you up for the night while your manager worked on fixing your crew a flight back to the States.
“Allan wait.” “This isn’t your fault okay.” “Please don’t blame yourself.” You whispered softly staring at the young man who was old enough to be your son.
In a lot of ways he’d become a bit like a son to you in the three and a half years, you’d known him.
“Yes, Ma’am.” The retired Marine replied as he headed outside to make arrangements for your transportation to Rowling’s home.
A sigh hit your lips as your mind went to your husband. He was on a case and no one had been able to reach him yet.
You knew that Ducky would be terrified once he received word you’d been attacked.
Yes, there had been occasional death threats and restraining orders throughout your twenty-plus years of being a world-famous author. It had never actually escalated to that of a physical attack at least not to where you were stabbed.
“Easy there Mama.” Allan soothed as you woke with a start. You glanced around mildly confused when you found yourself on a plane in first class.
“It's alright Y/N we left Jo’s place this morning remember?” He informed you as memories of saying goodbye to your friend flashed through your head.
“How much longer until we land in D.C.?” You let out a wince at the splitting headache that hit you.
“Ouch, what did I do get hit with a brick?”
“Well, you did hit your head pretty hard when you fell.” “Sorry about that by the way.” Alan replied softly.
“I probably wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for you.” “So there is no reason to apologize.” You smiled before taking the two painkillers the large man held out for you.
“Thank you.” The words tumbled from your lips as the effects of the pills became to work almost immediately.
“Hey Y/N… I hate to wake you but we’re going to be landing in about 15 minutes.” You opened your eyes letting out a wince at the light as hit your eyes.
Most of your headache was gone but the brightness of the sun coming through several windows was uncomfortable.
“Here doll.” “I figured you’d want to freshen up a bit before we land.” Patricia your manager purred before shoving a tote bag in your hands.
With a sigh, you made your way to the bathroom locking the door behind you.
The sight of your reflection staring back at you in the tiny mirror made you wince.
“I look like one of Duck’s corpses.” You think.
Your usual neat h/c locks were hanging dull and lifeless around your face. Deep abrasions were scattered along your cheeks and jaw. Swollen and purple your left eye had received the most damage; crimson blood vessels were the first thing that people would see when they looked at your eyes.
You could clearly see where the man’s hand that was covered in thick rings had bashed your face repeatedly.
Black and plum shades of various bruising outlined your nose.
A small smile hit your lips as you glanced in the bag letting out a sigh of relief at what you found.
Patricia had grabbed a pair of black sunglasses, a mint scarf, a brush, and an array of hair ties.
“Trish you are an angel.” You retort. Before running the brush through your tangled mane, a satisfied smile hit your lips as you walk out of the bathroom a few minutes later.
Feeling a bit like Audrey Hepburn in your headscarf and sunglasses. You glided down the aisle trying to ignore the dizziness that seemed to be tugging on you from every angle.
Slumping into your seat you raise a questioning eyebrow at Allan who was smirking at you.
“What?”
“You’re just looking very classy today is all.”
“I know there’s underlying sarcasm in that statement.” “Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” The man retorts with a proud smirk.
“The real question though is did you listen.” You question teasingly.
“Nope.” He confirmed letting out a deep booming laugh.
Allan kept a firm hand on the small of your back as he helped guide you through the airport trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.
“Dr. Mallard said that he’d meet us at the back entrance.” Your bodyguard muttered quietly in your ear.
“He’s probably made himself sick with worry.” You mutter thinking of how over-protective your husband and his team were over you.
The noise of the airport did nothing to help your sensitive head.
A grimace hit your lips before it was quickly replaced with a small smile.
The sight of your husband standing beside his beautiful car met your line of sight.
He was dressed in one of his suits that he knew you loved holding a large bouquet of lilies.
“Hello handsome.” You sighed.
Allan released his hold on you once you made it over to him. Neither one of you said a word as he opened his arms to you.
Without a moment's hesitation, you accepted burying your face into his shoulder.
Cologne filled your nostrils but you could still make out traces of antiseptic.
The Scotsman wrapped his arms around your smaller form protectively placing his chin on your head.
A satisfied sigh hit your face as you relaxed in your husband’s embrace.
Ducky usually knew when words weren’t necessary but that was to be expected after twenty-plus years of marriage.
The sound of your luggage being placed in the back of the car hit your ears making you wince as the door slammed.
“Thank you, Mr. Becket.”
“Anytime Dr. Mallard.” “I’ll call in a few days and check up on you boss.” Allan confirms gently.
“Donald I promise I’m fine.” You protested as he kept a firm arm around your waist helping you into the house.
The drive home had been pretty silent but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to avoid talking or removing your sunglasses forever.
Taking in the familiarity of your own home you finally started feeling a bit relaxed at being in your own surroundings.
Ducky went back outside to grab your bags being the gentlemen that he was.
You let out a groan taking in all of the flowers and balloons that decorated the mantle above the fireplace.
Unable to let your curiosity get the best of you, your eyes landed on the first card you saw.
“Get well my lovely friend” “–S. King.
“Those arrived this morning.” A warm voice noted.
“Did they that’s fantastic.” You assured.
The feeling of a gentle hand rested on your arm.
“I know you don’t feel like talking just yet but I’m here if you need me.”
“Thank you.” The words fell out of your mouth as you turned to look at him.
His deep blue eyes stared at you with the utmost love and concern. Sitting wearily on the couch you take off your headscarf before reaching up to take off your sunglasses.
The light wasn’t as bad this time around but it still was a bit uncomfortable. He sat beside you placing a hand on top of yours when you didn’t look at him.
“Y/N”
Soft and tender there was no anger or disappointment in his voice as he waited for you to look at him.
He was so patient with you, he always had been and it was one of the things you loved most about him.
Ever so slowly you lifted your head meeting his eyes. Ducky placed both of his hands on either side of your face before gently placing a loving kiss to your forehead.
“I’m so sorry Darling.” “This shouldn’t happen to anyone especially you.”
“Sometimes these things happen Duck.” “We don’t have control over them.”
“That doesn’t mean they aren’t difficult.” He advised.
“I don’t deserve you.” You whispered letting your head fall against his chest.
“Nor I you.” He agreed pressing another kiss to your hairline.
“I was so worried when I received word about your attack.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to contact you.” “You were busy with your case and every time you called Trish or Allan.”
“I was knocked out thanks to my painkillers.” You chuckle letting out a slight wince as you feel your body react to the movements.
“Careful Sweetheart.” “ Doctors orders.”
A snort escapes your lips at your husband’s words.
“Whatever you say Doc.” You mumbled curling deeper into his side. He reached over the back of the couch pulling off the quilt your great-aunt had made you before throwing it over you both.
“Get some rest my love.”
"Love you Donald.”
“I love you too my dear.” “I promise you’re safe as long as you’re in my care.”
