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Adaptation: An NCIS Crossover (6/?)
Title: Adaptation, a Torchwood/NCIS Crossover (6/?)
Author: Emma
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Tim McGee, LJ Gibbs, Ducky Mallard, others
Rating: Starts PG, but hey, it’s got Jack and Ianto in it (not to mention Tim & Jethro!)
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: Tim McGee’s worlds collide as Torchwood is drawn into an NCIS case
Author's Note: This is part of an AU where Gwen and Owen were killed by Gray. So if you want to know why Martha is married to Rhys, why Jack and Ianto have a CP, two sons and two adopted daughters, and why Andy and Ianto are Kings of an alien race that settled on Earth millennia ago, you may want to read Evolution and Bred in the Bone first
Part One is here; Part Two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here Part Five is here
The Sea Dragon’s rotor filled the cabin with a dull roar that rattled my back teeth even through my helmet. Gibbs sat next to me in grim silence. He had a special relationship with Ziva; none of us knew the full story of Ari Haswari's death, but it had created a link between them that had only grown stronger over the years. When Tony and Ziva had first moved in together, something very specifically not sanctioned by NCIS rules, Gibbs had looked the other way, but he had pulled Tony into an interrogation room and read him the riot act. I didn't know what he had said, but I did notice that Tony and Ziva did not often partner each other on the field. This particular assignment had been a fluke, because Mike Sargento, Tony’s usual field partner, was in the hospital with a broken leg.
The chopper landed on the Naval Base golf course. Zigler was waiting for us. Gibbs left it to me to make introductions as he stalked away towards the SUV waiting for us.
“Commander Zigler, Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones. They’re here from the UK for consultation.”
“The Navy needs consultants for a criminal case?”
“We’ve dealt with something similar,” Jones said easily as they shook hands. “The Director thought we could be of some use.”
Zigler led the way to the SUV and got into the driver’s seat. Gibbs had already settled into the passenger seat. Harkness, Jones, and I crowded into the back.
“I hope we can get this resolved soon.” Zigler said. “The Truman goes back out in three weeks. It’d be nice to know we don’t have anything to worry about.”
He drove down Hughes Drive to pier 12, the Truman’s usual berth while in Norfolk. Right before Hughes became Decatur he made a right into an access road leading to a clump of buildings right by the water. Next to them there were several container units the size and shape of long-distance shipping trailers. Guards were posted around one of them.
Zigler barely had time to stop when Gibbs and Harkness were already jumping out, stalking towards the container with matching strides. I couldn’t help noticing how alike in mannerisms they were. It was almost a certainty that Harkness was as much of a control freak as Gibbs was.
“Like stags butting antlers. I’m going to have to hide the measuring tape.” Jones muttered. Noticing my grin, he waved towards the two identically ramrod-straight backs. “Old family joke, sorry. Yes, they are going to be a pain in the arse. Can’t be helped.”
We chased after them, Zigler bringing up the rear. The container door was open. Inside, pallets full of equipment and supplies lined the walls and ran down the center, forming two aisles. Half-way down the middle of one, something lay crumpled under a tarp. Someone had been intelligent enough to position flood lights to illuminate the scene from several angles. It felt unreal, like a movie set instead of the scene of a murder.
Harkness looked back over his shoulder. “Commander Zigler, has anyone searched the other containers and the buildings?”
“Not yet,” Zigler said. “We found the body, sealed up the area, and contacted NCIS.”
“Could you coordinate a search? It would speed up the process.”
Zigler nearly saluted before he realized that the British Group Captain in front of him was actually a flyboy from a foreign service. He turned back, calling several of the men stationed outside by name. Harkness watched him go and then turned back to Gibbs.
“I’m letting you see this because Ducky trusts you. Don’t disappoint him.”
Without waiting for a reply, he stalked to the body and pulled back the tarp. I felt a stinging in my eyes and blinked the tears back. The dark hair covered the worst damage to the face, but I had no trouble recognizing her. Neither did Gibbs. He went blank, expressionless; only the eyes burned. I knew the fire would not burn itself out until we caught her killer.
Harkness brought his forearm across his chest and pressed several buttons in his strap. A cone-shaped beam of light flowed from it to envelop the body on the floor. At first I couldn’t see anything, but then, slowly, a figure appeared. It wasn’t human. Bipedal, but definitely reptilian, it resembled nothing so much as the creature from the Black Lagoon from the classic horror movie, except for the intelligence blazing from its eyes.
“Silurian,” Harkness said.
“This confirms it, doesn’t it?” Jones asked. “They’re playing with DNA.”
“Oh yes.” Harkness knelt next to the body. He ran his hand along the hairline until he found something he was obviously looking for. “Third eye hidden in the hair.”
“Are you sure?” Gibbs voice sounded raspy. “It’s not Ziva?”
“It’s not agent David,” Harkness confirmed. “In fact, it’s probably something they created just to make you think agent David was dead. When you look closely you can see where they didn’t bother to do the job properly. Let’s send the body to Ducky but I think his findings will confirm it.” He stood up. “Do you trust anyone here, Gibbs? Other than the four of us, I mean?”
“Not really.”
“Then let’s not tell them anything yet. Look grim. Have them ship the body to your lab. Keep Zigler looking for agent DiNozzo. As far as they are concerned, you have a dead agent and are still looking for the other. If you have to explain later, you can always blame it on plastic surgery.”
Gibbs gave him a hard look, but finally nodded. “Yeah.”
We trooped out and found Zigler. He seemed genuinely shocked when Gibbs told him the news.
“I’m sorry, Gibbs. She was one of the good ones. A pistol.” He offered Gibbs the keys to the SUV. “Drive yourself back. I’ll stay here and make sure the body is properly handled. Airlift to your labs, right?”
“Yes, Commander. Thank you.”
We got into the SUV. Harkness pointed me to the front passenger seat. As he got in the back, Gibbs looked over his shoulder.
“Now what?”
“Now, we go to Ducky’s place and start dinner. McGee, call Ducky and tell him to bring Abby and that other doctor, Palmer, with him. We need to talk, and Ducky’s house is probably the most secure place in Washington. The White House included.”
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Love the update, like the humour of how alike Jack & Gibbs are, and also how Ducky's managed to get the most secure place in Washington intrigues me
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Wonderful... great update.
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Wonderful Update sweetie.
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MMMM Ducky has the most secure place there, wondering what else Ducky has at home...
awaiting with bated breathe for the next installment
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