Characters: Tim McGee, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, plus the usual Torchwood and NCIS suspects
Rating: Some chapters definitely not safe for work.
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Summary: After the events of Bloodbath, Tim McGee accepts a offer from a total stranger
Author's Note: A few weeks ago I was watching some NCIS episodes and came across Bloodbath. I hated both Abby and Gibbs in it. I hated the humiliation of making Tim kneel all day for something that was someone else's fault. I fumed for days (I am a bit obsessive about things from time to time). Then, a few days ago, this popped up. As usual, AU like nobody's business.
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Tim was finishing his breakfast – which was actually dinner, but the Spanish omelette and Ianto's coffee made it feel like a lazy weekend morning in Cardiff – when he heard Gibbs go upstairs. He swallowed the last bite, poured himself a second cup of coffee, and started gathering the ingredients for a meal suitable for a starving man. Tim remembered vividly how hungry he had been the day after his adoption.
He was turning the omelette out onto a plate when Gibbs marched into the kitchen. “Where the hell is everyone?”
“Director Vance, Jack, Tony, and Tish went to interview Secretary Jarvis at his home. He's under house arrest. Ianto and Ziva are visiting the local UNIT liaison office.” Tim put the plate on the table and offered Gibbs silverware neatly wrapped in a linen napkin. “Martha, Ducky, Abby, and Jimmy have somehow commandeered one of the labs at Georgetown Medical. State-of-the-art medical cybernetics, or so Abby says.”
“Coffee,” Gibbs nearly snarled, grabbing the napkin. Tim wondered whether anger would win over hunger, but after a moment Gibbs sat down and started eating. Tim poured him a cup of coffee and resumed his own seat.
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