Title: Legends (9/?)
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; Part three here; Part four is here ; Part five is here; Part six is here; Part seven is here; Part eight is here


Tim tossed his jacket over the back of the nearest chair. God, he was tired. His body was starting to suffer after four days of almost no sleep, even though he was using all the energy conservation techniques he had learned from his clan mentors.  The worst thing was that he wasn't sure he would be able to sleep tonight either.

Working as a team with Tony, Ziva, and Tish had gone fantastically well, but Gibbs was always there in the background, and he had been aware of the man's presence or absence every moment, as if Gibbs had been a part of his own body and mind. That had never happened before, even at the height of his infatuation with Jack. The Aa'el believed a soul could love many times, but belong only once. It terrified Tim that his soul could be forever bound to someone who didn't want it.

He decided on a quick shower before bed. He and Tony had stayed with Quaderi's body until Ducky and Jimmy arrived. He could still smell blood and decomposition; one of the disadvantages of all the work the family psychosurgeons had done to help him release the abilities he had unconsciously suppressed as a child was that his sense of smell had become extremely acute. Gwen was only half-kidding when she called him the Torchwood bloodhound.
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