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Legends (3/?)
Title: Legends (3/?)
Author: Merucha
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 obssessive about things from time to time). Then, a few days ago, this popped up. As usual, AU like nobody's business.
Part One here; Part two here
“Where the hell have you been, Probie?”
The nickname, once a source of irritation, only made Tim grin. “Here, there, and everywhere, Tony. Jack believes travel broadens the mind.”
They were sitting around the bullpen. Jack, Ianto, and Gibbs had disappeared upstairs into Vance's office, leaving them to wait while all the diplomatic and political niceties were ironed out. Tim had introduced Tish, who had been promptly whisked away by Ziva for the feminine ritual of freshening up. Left alone with Tony, he had braced himself for the barrage of questions.
“What I really want to know is, how did you,” Tony wiggled his fingers towards the workstation on his desk, “do what you did.”
“What I did?”
Tony snorted. “When we started looking for you, we couldn't find any records. Not employment records, no school records, no passport, not even the lease on your apartment. If your mother hadn't had a copy of your birth certificate, we couldn't have even proved you had been born!”
“That was Ianto. He makes a specialty of that sort of thing.”
“Impressive.” Tony fiddled with his watchband. “So this Torchwood, what is it all about? I've never heard of it and I thought I was familiar with most police bodies in the UK.”
“That's a tale for after,” Tim pointed to the door of Vance's office, “that is all settled.”
Tony seemed to hesitate, then he shook his head. “You've changed, Tim.”
“Jack does that to people.” Tim shrugged. “So have you, it seems.”
“What do you mean?”
“No stupid nicknames. No pushy questions. No frat boy humor.”
Tony grinned. “Give me a chance, McAcrobat. You've only been back...” He looked over Tim's shoulder. “Oh shit.”
Tim turned to see Abby Sciuto explode out of the elevator. She hadn't changed much, if the Goth schoolgirl outfit and the shrieking were any indication. Tim stared at her and wondered what he had ever seen in her.
“Timmy! Timmy! You're back!” She threw herself into his arms. “I didn't believe it when they told me you were back, but here you are, and it's all going to be perfect again!”
He detached her gently. “I'm not back to stay, Abby.”
She gave him one of her patented don't argue with me looks and grabbed his arm. “You'll have to find a new apartment because yours is probably already leased, it's been four years, and...”
“Abby,” he interrupted her, a little less gently. “I am not here to stay. Not. Not here to stay.”
She ignored him and went off again. “I even have a dog you can adopt to make you feel at home, and...”
The oration was interrupted in mid-gallop by a glacial voice.
“Which part of he's not here to stay did you miss?”
Tim winced. Torchwood had brought him the friendship of a number of strong, brilliant, and courageous women, all of whom shared an inability to suffer fools in any way. Of all of them, the one whose temper he feared the most was petite, delicate Tish Jones. He watched her stalk towards them and hoped Abby would survive the encounter.
Abby stared at her. “Who is this, Timmy?”
“My name is Laetitia Jones and you've got your paws on my partner. I suggest you take them off right now before you lose the use of your fingers.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Tim noticed Tony go from alarm to outright panic. Well, Tony had always been good at reading people's characters. He swallowed the completely inappropriate giggle that threatened to escape him. Abby, true to form, tried to bluster her way through.
“Tim is an old friend!”
“You have a peculiar idea of friendship, Miss Sciuto.”
“I don't know what he's told you... Timmy, tell her!”
“He hasn't told me a thing and he didn't need to. You, Miss Sciuto, are brilliant at your job. You're also an infantile, self-centered little ninny.” The indictment was delivered in the same cold, even voice. “You threw away the best thing that ever happened to you. Well, he is ours now and we don't share. Now I suggest you go back to your lab and wait to be summoned.”
Abby's mouth opened and closed. She looked at Tim, who stared back at her in silence. She turned away, tossing her braids, and clumped into the elevator.
“You'll have to watch yourself,” Ziva warned. “Abby is known for holding grudges.”
Tish's smile made them all blanch. “I've survived things that make the worst Ms. Sciuto can dream up seem like a walk on the beach, Agent David. If she steps out of line, I'll slap her right back in. All in all, she's small potatoes.”
Author: Merucha
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 obssessive about things from time to time). Then, a few days ago, this popped up. As usual, AU like nobody's business.
Part One here; Part two here
“Where the hell have you been, Probie?”
The nickname, once a source of irritation, only made Tim grin. “Here, there, and everywhere, Tony. Jack believes travel broadens the mind.”
They were sitting around the bullpen. Jack, Ianto, and Gibbs had disappeared upstairs into Vance's office, leaving them to wait while all the diplomatic and political niceties were ironed out. Tim had introduced Tish, who had been promptly whisked away by Ziva for the feminine ritual of freshening up. Left alone with Tony, he had braced himself for the barrage of questions.
“What I really want to know is, how did you,” Tony wiggled his fingers towards the workstation on his desk, “do what you did.”
“What I did?”
Tony snorted. “When we started looking for you, we couldn't find any records. Not employment records, no school records, no passport, not even the lease on your apartment. If your mother hadn't had a copy of your birth certificate, we couldn't have even proved you had been born!”
“That was Ianto. He makes a specialty of that sort of thing.”
“Impressive.” Tony fiddled with his watchband. “So this Torchwood, what is it all about? I've never heard of it and I thought I was familiar with most police bodies in the UK.”
“That's a tale for after,” Tim pointed to the door of Vance's office, “that is all settled.”
Tony seemed to hesitate, then he shook his head. “You've changed, Tim.”
“Jack does that to people.” Tim shrugged. “So have you, it seems.”
“What do you mean?”
“No stupid nicknames. No pushy questions. No frat boy humor.”
Tony grinned. “Give me a chance, McAcrobat. You've only been back...” He looked over Tim's shoulder. “Oh shit.”
Tim turned to see Abby Sciuto explode out of the elevator. She hadn't changed much, if the Goth schoolgirl outfit and the shrieking were any indication. Tim stared at her and wondered what he had ever seen in her.
“Timmy! Timmy! You're back!” She threw herself into his arms. “I didn't believe it when they told me you were back, but here you are, and it's all going to be perfect again!”
He detached her gently. “I'm not back to stay, Abby.”
She gave him one of her patented don't argue with me looks and grabbed his arm. “You'll have to find a new apartment because yours is probably already leased, it's been four years, and...”
“Abby,” he interrupted her, a little less gently. “I am not here to stay. Not. Not here to stay.”
She ignored him and went off again. “I even have a dog you can adopt to make you feel at home, and...”
The oration was interrupted in mid-gallop by a glacial voice.
“Which part of he's not here to stay did you miss?”
Tim winced. Torchwood had brought him the friendship of a number of strong, brilliant, and courageous women, all of whom shared an inability to suffer fools in any way. Of all of them, the one whose temper he feared the most was petite, delicate Tish Jones. He watched her stalk towards them and hoped Abby would survive the encounter.
Abby stared at her. “Who is this, Timmy?”
“My name is Laetitia Jones and you've got your paws on my partner. I suggest you take them off right now before you lose the use of your fingers.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Tim noticed Tony go from alarm to outright panic. Well, Tony had always been good at reading people's characters. He swallowed the completely inappropriate giggle that threatened to escape him. Abby, true to form, tried to bluster her way through.
“Tim is an old friend!”
“You have a peculiar idea of friendship, Miss Sciuto.”
“I don't know what he's told you... Timmy, tell her!”
“He hasn't told me a thing and he didn't need to. You, Miss Sciuto, are brilliant at your job. You're also an infantile, self-centered little ninny.” The indictment was delivered in the same cold, even voice. “You threw away the best thing that ever happened to you. Well, he is ours now and we don't share. Now I suggest you go back to your lab and wait to be summoned.”
Abby's mouth opened and closed. She looked at Tim, who stared back at her in silence. She turned away, tossing her braids, and clumped into the elevator.
“You'll have to watch yourself,” Ziva warned. “Abby is known for holding grudges.”
Tish's smile made them all blanch. “I've survived things that make the worst Ms. Sciuto can dream up seem like a walk on the beach, Agent David. If she steps out of line, I'll slap her right back in. All in all, she's small potatoes.”
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Love the more mature Tony... :)
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And Tony just told me flat out he had grown up and he wasn't going to behave the way I expected him to!
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really enjoy Tim's new way of looking at the world, he is no longer the one at the bottom of the heap..
well done
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