My name is Donald Mallard MD, but everyone calls me Ducky. Well, that's not quite true. Gibbs calls me Duck more often then not, and Abby occasionally will call me Duckman. I like that, but mostly because it means Abigail is in a teasing mood and there's nothing more pleasing to watch then a happy Abby.
I am a doctor, as I'm sure you've already guessed. Years ago I had an actually practice, but that was another time and place. Now I am a medical examiner. For those who don't know what that means I examine dead bodies for the cause of death. Some might find that a little disturbing, but I appreciate the fact that I get to serve mankind in this way. For the men and woman who end up on my table I am able to offer them the closure that no one else can. Not that I work alone, of course.
For the past ten years I have worked for NCIS, and I couldn't imagine a better group of coworkers. Young Palmer is a eager assistant. Sometimes a little too eager, maybe. Abigail, our forensics wiz, is always a delight. The young special agents on the team are all smart and friendly. And then there is Gibbs. Not every man is lucky enough to work alongside his best friend.
Speaking of best friends, remind me to tell you about the time I pushed the French police officer off the cliff and Jethro had to help me escape when they tried to arrest me...