Title: Adaptation, a Torchwood/NCIS Crossover (15/?)

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

Author's Note: Don't ask me. I just take dictation for these two!

Part One is here; Part Two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here; Part Five is here; Part Six is here; Part Seven is here; Interlude is here; Part Eight is here; Part Nine is here; Part Ten is here; Part Eleven is here; Part Twelve is here; Part Thirteen is here; Part Fourteen is here

The man was a snuggler.

Not that I minded. I liked waking up with someone wrapped around me in the classic nestling spoons position, legs tangled, warm breath stirring the hairs on the back of my neck. Especially when his hands were flat against my stomach, holding me tightly against a rather aggressive morning erection.

“Awake?”

“Ummm,” I kept my eyes closed. “We need to get to the office soon.”

“It's early yet.”

“We should be....”

“It's cold and dark outside, McGee.” He maneuvered until we were facing each other. “And it's nice and warm in this bed.”

He kissed me. Sometime during the night he had shed a number of inhibitions. Once we were in bed he had thrown himself into the experience like a college kid diving off the cliffs in Acapulco on a dare. I had known he was a passionate man – he invested everything he did with passion – but I hadn’t known he was also a thoroughgoing sensualist. He loved to smell, touch, taste, to take control and submit in turn, to explore every inch of a lover's body and give himself over for exploration. Making love to Gibbs had been a revelation.

I leaned into the kiss, running my hand down his back to cup his ass and press his belly against mine. He bit into my shoulder, licked the slight sting away, then started to suck.

“Thank God for shirts and ties,” I whispered in his ear. “Otherwise everyone will know what we've been up to.”

He chuckled. “You think they won't know the moment they look at us?”

He reached between us and fisted our cocks together, setting up a friction that made me mewl as I wrapped my legs over this thighs and held on to his ass. He grinned triumphantly and started to move, his mouth returning to the red spot on my shoulder. His tongue licked over it gently then ran up my neck to my jaw and then on to my mouth. I made a grab for it with my own but he pulled away licking back down to suck at my ear lobe.

“I love your ears.” He licked along the rim to the tip so he could lick and bite at it. “They're just like...”

“Don't you dare,” I growled. “Not one.... oh god, Jethro... not one word.”

He laughed deep in his throat and moved faster. I reached between his buttocks to stroke my fingers along his furrow, opening him slightly so I could rub my finger over his entrance. He threw his head back, bellowing, and I felt him spurt all over my stomach. It was enough to send me into a long spasm, muscles straining, until I emptied myself.

“God almighty,” Jethro gasped as he collapsed on top of me. “Tell me why I waited so long to do this.”

I laughed. “Because you are a stubborn, annoying man who never does what's good for him until he has exhausted all other possibilities.”

I had meant it as a joke, but he stared at me thoughtfully. “There might be something to that,” he admitted, and dropped his head back on my shoulder.

One of the phones on the night stand rang. Sometime in the middle of the night I had retrieved them from the living room and put them within easy reach; in spite of anything personal we we still on duty until Ziva and Tony were found. Gibbs reached for it, eyes still closed, and answered it.

“Gibbs.”

Abby's voice came through loud and clear. “Gibbs, what are you doing answering Tim's phone?”

“Answering it, Abby,” he said impatiently. “Is anything wrong?”

“Ah... not any more, Jethro.” I could hear the suppressed laughter in her voice. “Tell McGee you're both expected in the lab. I think we know where they're keeping Ziva and Tony.” There was a pause. “No, don't bother, Ducky. Gibbs is with Tim. Yeah, oh. Let me talk to Tim a minute, Jethro.”

He passed the phone over, rolling his eyes at me. I was grinning from ear to ear. “Yes, Abby.”

“I will expect details. Very detailed details.”

“Why don't we just wait until you can see for yourself? It's no fun if you're only getting the play-by-play second hand.”

“Bastard. Get your asses over here right now. We'll discuss it once we have Ziva and Tony back.”

I closed the call and handed the phone back to Gibbs. “Grab a shower while I make coffee.”

He dropped the phone and took my hand. “You are serious about this you, me, Abby thing.”

I reminded myself that Jethro was very new at this. “Yes. I think it's because of my parents. Marriage is forever among my people, Jethro, but we live a long time. Married people can go their separate ways for centuries at the time, keeping in touch only for family business and great occasions. But there are a few that find lasting contentment. My father found it with my mothers. When you see them together, there's a certainty about them... I always wanted that for myself. I've had a few close, loving relationships, but never something I was so certain about as I am about you and Abby.”

He stared at me for a few moments, then leaned in and kissed me. There was a confirmation, an acceptance, in the chaste little pressure of closed lips, and it made me want to jump up in the air and pump my fist. He pulled back and gave me the good old Gibbs grin.

“So I'm going to have to get your parents' seal of approval?”

“Nope. My King's,” I paused briefly. “And his Consort, of course.” The look on Gibbs's face was enough to make me howl with laughter. “Shower, Jethro. We'll figure out a way to get around Jack when we have to.”

I would keep the news of Jack's notoriously romantic nature to myself for a little while. Keeping Gibbs on his toes was always the best possible course of action.