Title: Legends (7/?)
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 

The Kass Brothers shop was a dingy little storefront in a dingy strip mall on the Virginia side of the Potomac. Tim slid the rental SUV into the space next to the blue NCIS sedan. Sitting next to him, Tish checked her gun. It still startled him to see how competent she was with it; four years before, when she had shown up at Jack's door, shivering and half-delirious with fever, he wouldn't have bet money on her survival, much less becoming a damn good agent.

Jack and Ianto were away at some sort of multi-agency meeting and had offered their guest room to Tim while his flat was being painted. He had been woken by hammering on the door. When he had opened it, gun in hand, she had nearly collapsed against him. He had managed to calm her down by wrapping her in Jack's bathrobe and tucking her into Jack and Ianto's bed. Then he had called Martha.

“We were in the same war but in different battlefields. Hers was harder than mine in many ways,” she had told him. “I can't take her to hospital. Would you take care of her until I make other arrangements?”

He had agreed. At first he had paid no attention to her babbling, but at some point in the night he had started to listen. And he had learned about the year that never was.
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Title: Legends (4/?)
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

Tony watched  the MTAC geeks file out, most of them looking curiously over their shoulders at the assembled group. He commandeered the aisle chair on the fourth row from where he could watch the whole room. If the look on Vance's face was any indication, they were in for a hell of a briefing.

Gibbs was harder to read. He had on what Tony privately called his sniper's look; the calm that came when all the planning was done and all it remained was to take the shot.  But underneath that there was something like shock, and that scared Tony out of his mind.

“Doctor Mallard, Doctor Palmer, and Doctor Jones are on their way.” Vance said. “Mr. Jones, MTAC is all yours.”

“Thank you, Director.”

The young man took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He was wearing a wide, thick leather cuff. Tony heard a faint snap as part of the leather folded back to reveal a metal plate studded with buttons. Jones tapped them in a short one two – pause – one two sequence. A few seconds later all the workstations, which Tony had seen locked down and secured a few minutes before, turned themselves on. Masses of what looked like data scrolled up, too fast for the human eye to read, and then all the screens, including the large one, showed a large red T made out of locking hexagons.

Jones stepped back. “Irish, would you do the honors?”

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itle: Legends (2/?)
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

 First part is here

Four Years Later

Senior Field Agent Anthony DiNozzo stared at the man standing on the narrow beam that swung freely from the hook of the tower crane, fourteen or fifteen stories above the ground. Tony couldn't see the man's face, but he got an impression of a lean, strong body and incredible self-assurance, like a tightrope walker. The man was wearing dark jeans and what looked like a leather jacket over a white t-shirt, but he was too high up for Tony to make out any facial features.

"He's going to end up a smear on that pile of bricks if he's not careful," he muttered

“I don't think so.” His partner, Ziva David, leaned against the car, shading her eyes as she looked upwards. “He knows what he's doing.”

As if to prove her point, the man launched himself into the air. As he fell he grabbed a cable that hung loosely from the crane's hook and swung in a wide arc to land on the half-finished floor of the building behind him. It seemed to Tony that he was moving before his feet even touched the ground. He heard Ziva's little whoosh as she expelled the breath she had been holding.

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Title: Legends (1/?)
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.

Taft Bridge
Rock Creek Park
2:00am

“It's a long way down.”

Tim rested his head on the concrete base of the eagle lamppost. “I'm not planning to jump.”

“Well, thanks the Vortex for that. I'd hate to think that I came all the way from Cardiff to find you just in time to watch you splatter your brains on the Parkway.”

The words jerked Tim out of the suffocating fog that had wrapped itself around him from the moment he had spoken to Sarah. Her mockery had been, he supposed, the most fitting ending to a miserable day. He had stumbled out of his apartment and wandered the streets of DC for hours, not really knowing where he was and where he was going. It was just his luck that he had ended up in a place where NCIS often did business.

He turned, hand gripping the butt of his SIG Sauer. The man facing him, hands held loosely away from his body, took handsome to ridiculous lengths. Tall, with brown hair shot through with gold that gleamed in the lamplight, eyes that looked dark but he would bet were blue, and the smile of someone who had done it all and would happily go back for seconds. But it was the RAF topcoat that made him nearly swallow his tongue.

“You're Captain Jack Harkness,” he blurted. “Torchwood. It's real? You're for real?”

The smile widened into lasciviousness. “You want me to prove it?”

“Jack. Let's not scare off Mr. McGee.”

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