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Title: Legends (11/?)
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.
Author's Note: I'm sorry this has taken so long. Real Life has been a bit of a pain -- literally!
Part one here; Part two here; Part three here; Part four is here ; Part five is here; Part six is here; Part seven is here; Part eight is here; Part nine is here; Part ten is here
Tim read through the documents Mimi had assembled. You're sure about this?
As much as I can be. The Doctor erased whole sectors of the Valiant's databases, especially those dealing with the Toclafane. There was a long pause. And Jack.
There are things we don't need to know. Tim sighed. But that means we'll be going into it blind, except for whatever Martha,Jack, and Tish can remember. I hope Ducky knows what he's doing. He heard the door open behind him and blanked out the screen. “Hey. Tony, Ziva.”
“Probie.” Tony handed him a crushed coffee cup. “Don't leave things lying around.”
Tim looked at the cup then back at Tony. “Abby.”
“She thinks that if she can prove you're human you'll come home,” Ziva told him. “She came to my place last night, asked me to help her. I refused. She stomped off.”
“SOP for Abby.” Tim said.
“Where are the others?” Ziva asked him.
Tim looked at Tony, who nodded; Ziva had, against all expectation, come down on their side. “With Vance. Should be here...”
The door opened. They watched as Gibbs and Jack swept through, trying very hard to give the impression that they were not jockeying for position. Behind them came Ianto, face blank but eyes filled with laughter.
“Gibbs. Captain.” Ziva took a deep breath before continuing. “I spoke to my father last night. He gave me some information to pass on to you.”
“Why?” Jack asked. “Mossad doesn't usually hand out presents.”
“Liam's handler in Mossad was my father's best friend. Three days ago, he told my father Liam had requested a meet. Tel Aviv police found him that night. He had been shot several times but he lived long enough to tell my father that Liam had to be stopped.” She looked at him levelly. “He also begged him to, and my father asked me to quote this exactly, tell the Torchwood bastard.”
Tim saw a small, sad smile twist Jack's lips before he answered her. “I am sorry to hear Reuben ben Ezra is dead. Please pass on my condolences to your father when you next speak to him.”
“You knew Uncle Reuben?”
“He and I spent a couple of nervous months in the Sinai chasing some very bad news.” This time the smile was broader, full of good memories. “I learned a number of very creative curses in Hebrew.”
“But that was...” Ziva stopped and turned back to Tim. “Could you ask your computer to display the file I uploaded this morning?”
“Ask her yourself.” The tart reply came from the speakers. “And she has a name.”
“I am sorry, Mimi. Could you please display the file?”
The screen displayed an official identification. Ziva stepped closer. “Michael Rivkin, code name Liam. Went into Mossad straight from the army. Specialized in infiltrating Muslim terrorist cells from the former Soviet republics. Eight months ago his youngest brother was killed in a Palestinian rocket attack. Three days after the funeral, Michael went on a mission to locate and infiltrate a Chechen group that had been selling Russian ordnance, small time stuff. Rumor had it they had gotten their hands on something really big. Michael thought it was plutonium.”
“You knew him,” Ianto said softly.
“We trained together. We always thought...” She shook her head. “Not relevant. Especially now.”
Gibbs touched her shoulder briefly. “Did Eli say anything else?”
She shook her head again. “He sent everything they collected on the Chechen group, just in case. I'm sure Mimi has already looked through it.”
“And got a piece of the puzzle.” There was a great deal of satisfaction in Mimi's voice. “Nick Quaderi has been seen around D.C. with a beautiful woman identified only as Shakira. In the list of names Mossad provided there's one Shakira Utsiyeva, former captain in the Russian army. Shakira Utsiyeva signed a lease for a house in Anacostia six months ago.”
“Address?” Gibbs barked.
Tim judged it was time to step in. “Boss?”
Two heads turned towards him. He heard Tony's muted snicker. In any other circumstances he would have been amused too. “Before we go looking for Captain Utsiyeva, there's something else you need to know.”
The slight curve of Jack's eyebrow told Tim he hadn't missed Tim's deliberate ambiguity. “What is it?”
“Martha and Ducky finished their autopsy on Quaderi. He bled to death. He was sliced by multiple blades moving very fast. Whoever did it was able to keep him alive for hours while they worked.”
Jack took a step back as if trying to escape the words. Ianto took Jack's right hand in both of his and gripped hard. The sensation seemed to brace the Captain.
“Where are Martha and Tish?”
“With Ducky. Tish wanted to see if there was a chance to retrieve some of the memories she lost after the accident.” He forced himself to stare Jack down. “She needs to, boss. And we need the information. Martha is contacting other survivors. She also gave me the passwords to the alpha-tardis datafiles. Mimi has been scouring them for anything that will help.”
Jack took a deep breath. “All right. We can...”
Mimi broke in. “Sorry, Boss. Whatever it is can wait. Police report coming in. 911 call from neighbours about a woman screaming. It's Captain Utsiyeva's address.”
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.
Author's Note: I'm sorry this has taken so long. Real Life has been a bit of a pain -- literally!
Part one here; Part two here; Part three here; Part four is here ; Part five is here; Part six is here; Part seven is here; Part eight is here; Part nine is here; Part ten is here
Tim read through the documents Mimi had assembled. You're sure about this?
As much as I can be. The Doctor erased whole sectors of the Valiant's databases, especially those dealing with the Toclafane. There was a long pause. And Jack.
There are things we don't need to know. Tim sighed. But that means we'll be going into it blind, except for whatever Martha,Jack, and Tish can remember. I hope Ducky knows what he's doing. He heard the door open behind him and blanked out the screen. “Hey. Tony, Ziva.”
“Probie.” Tony handed him a crushed coffee cup. “Don't leave things lying around.”
Tim looked at the cup then back at Tony. “Abby.”
“She thinks that if she can prove you're human you'll come home,” Ziva told him. “She came to my place last night, asked me to help her. I refused. She stomped off.”
“SOP for Abby.” Tim said.
“Where are the others?” Ziva asked him.
Tim looked at Tony, who nodded; Ziva had, against all expectation, come down on their side. “With Vance. Should be here...”
The door opened. They watched as Gibbs and Jack swept through, trying very hard to give the impression that they were not jockeying for position. Behind them came Ianto, face blank but eyes filled with laughter.
“Gibbs. Captain.” Ziva took a deep breath before continuing. “I spoke to my father last night. He gave me some information to pass on to you.”
“Why?” Jack asked. “Mossad doesn't usually hand out presents.”
“Liam's handler in Mossad was my father's best friend. Three days ago, he told my father Liam had requested a meet. Tel Aviv police found him that night. He had been shot several times but he lived long enough to tell my father that Liam had to be stopped.” She looked at him levelly. “He also begged him to, and my father asked me to quote this exactly, tell the Torchwood bastard.”
Tim saw a small, sad smile twist Jack's lips before he answered her. “I am sorry to hear Reuben ben Ezra is dead. Please pass on my condolences to your father when you next speak to him.”
“You knew Uncle Reuben?”
“He and I spent a couple of nervous months in the Sinai chasing some very bad news.” This time the smile was broader, full of good memories. “I learned a number of very creative curses in Hebrew.”
“But that was...” Ziva stopped and turned back to Tim. “Could you ask your computer to display the file I uploaded this morning?”
“Ask her yourself.” The tart reply came from the speakers. “And she has a name.”
“I am sorry, Mimi. Could you please display the file?”
The screen displayed an official identification. Ziva stepped closer. “Michael Rivkin, code name Liam. Went into Mossad straight from the army. Specialized in infiltrating Muslim terrorist cells from the former Soviet republics. Eight months ago his youngest brother was killed in a Palestinian rocket attack. Three days after the funeral, Michael went on a mission to locate and infiltrate a Chechen group that had been selling Russian ordnance, small time stuff. Rumor had it they had gotten their hands on something really big. Michael thought it was plutonium.”
“You knew him,” Ianto said softly.
“We trained together. We always thought...” She shook her head. “Not relevant. Especially now.”
Gibbs touched her shoulder briefly. “Did Eli say anything else?”
She shook her head again. “He sent everything they collected on the Chechen group, just in case. I'm sure Mimi has already looked through it.”
“And got a piece of the puzzle.” There was a great deal of satisfaction in Mimi's voice. “Nick Quaderi has been seen around D.C. with a beautiful woman identified only as Shakira. In the list of names Mossad provided there's one Shakira Utsiyeva, former captain in the Russian army. Shakira Utsiyeva signed a lease for a house in Anacostia six months ago.”
“Address?” Gibbs barked.
Tim judged it was time to step in. “Boss?”
Two heads turned towards him. He heard Tony's muted snicker. In any other circumstances he would have been amused too. “Before we go looking for Captain Utsiyeva, there's something else you need to know.”
The slight curve of Jack's eyebrow told Tim he hadn't missed Tim's deliberate ambiguity. “What is it?”
“Martha and Ducky finished their autopsy on Quaderi. He bled to death. He was sliced by multiple blades moving very fast. Whoever did it was able to keep him alive for hours while they worked.”
Jack took a step back as if trying to escape the words. Ianto took Jack's right hand in both of his and gripped hard. The sensation seemed to brace the Captain.
“Where are Martha and Tish?”
“With Ducky. Tish wanted to see if there was a chance to retrieve some of the memories she lost after the accident.” He forced himself to stare Jack down. “She needs to, boss. And we need the information. Martha is contacting other survivors. She also gave me the passwords to the alpha-tardis datafiles. Mimi has been scouring them for anything that will help.”
Jack took a deep breath. “All right. We can...”
Mimi broke in. “Sorry, Boss. Whatever it is can wait. Police report coming in. 911 call from neighbours about a woman screaming. It's Captain Utsiyeva's address.”
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