1/6: A Little Investigating
Title: A Little Investigating
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Summary: NCIS/Torchwood crossover, McGee can't find any record of this J Harkness and Gibbs is keeping his mouth shut.
Length: 1000 words
Disclaimer: Stuff does not belong to me
McGee was confused, his boss’ orders and directives often confused him, but this one really took the cake. The picture slapped on his desk was a crumbling black and white of a man in a WWII era air force uniform showing the camera just a few too many white teeth. And that hadn’t even been the most confusing part.
There had been a piece of a Union Jack behind him and Abby had used that to saturate the entire image with colours before he had run it through the appropriate databases. And strangely enough, no American or British military records existed from the name McGee had pulled off the uniform, J. Harkness.
He put the crumbling photograph back on Gibbs’ desk the next morning and resigned himself to get in trouble for failing to complete the task.
“Boss, I, ah, checked all the military databases using the name and photograph, but, ah, I couldn’t find anything.”
To his great surprise, and relief, Gibbs just glanced at the picture before putting it in an envelope and shoving it into a drawer. “I’m not surprised.”
McGee was floored, but since he wasn’t in trouble, he let it pass and the picture of the man with too many teeth slipped from his mind as he got back to the usual influx of cases, writing his books and online video gaming. He knew that the envelope was still in Gibbs’ desk drawer, but it wasn’t until a wintery Saturday morning that it all came back to him.
He was skimming through the news, BBC “This Week in Pictures”, and something caught his eye. He clicked back through the images and enlarged the photograph. Sure enough, it was a man who looked close enough to the one in the photograph to be his twin.
There wasn’t a really helpful caption under the picture which featured the queen dedicating a small memorial to Torchwood 1, Great Britain’s worst terrorist attack. McGee sent it off in an email to his boss and another to the NCIS photo printer since he doubted Gibbs had ever learned how to open an attachment in an email.
He got in early Monday morning to collect the photo and had them print off a close up of the man's face and sent it to Gibbs’ and another to Abby, just in case. He sat at his desk, staring at the blank computer screen until Gibbs arrived.
“Boss, I found another picture of that guy, J Harkness, from that photo you gave me a while ago.” He offered the picture for the older man to look over.
Gibbs accepted the folder, but didn’t open it. “Get down to see Abby, double check that it's the same guy for me.”
McGee got to the elevator as Tony stepped out and ignored the comments about rushing to leave and hurried into Abby’s lab where the Monday morning music was already blaring. She grinned and gave him a hug of greeting. “I was wondering how long it would take Gibbs to send you down here.” She opened a facial recognition program. “Weird, isn’t it? He’s a perfect match, wasn't aged a day.”
McGee couldn’t believe his eyes. The man from the WWII photo was the exact same one in the photo from a week ago and he couldn’t have been more than a year or two older.
"Is that even possible?" He checked over the numbers again, "The program is not infallible."
Abby moved the pointer over the values. "You see that, it says 100% McGee. Even identical twins and plastic surgery doesn't 100%. This is the exact same man from the first photo, they had to be taken within moment of each other. Show Gibbs, this is the real deal."
"Okay." McGee sighed, this was a little too weird for a Monday morning. Usually the really weird stuff turned up mid-week when he was ready to handle it, this was something out of a supernatural crime novel. He took the print out of the photo and the close up on the man's face and hurried back upstairs to join the rest of his team.
They had no case at this time and Ziva and Tony were getting down to the backlog of paperwork and they stopped when McGee came back, happy for an excuse to leave off the boring stuff for another day.
"Please tell me you have a case for us." Tony said, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair.
McGee shook his head and put the photos on Gibbs' desk. His boss glanced down at them.
"Fornell, I'll call you back." He said into the phone before slamming it down onto the holder a little harder than necessary. "Talk to me McGee."
"Uh, well, it's the same man boss. 100% match. There is still no records of him or any J Harkness that looks like this in any database that we have access to from the past sixty years. He doesn't exist."
"Good work McGee." Gibbs gathered up the papers, unlocked one of the drawers in his desk and shoved them inside, McGee saw some other photos and some documents in the drawer, but Gibbs closed it before he could get a good look.
Tony and Ziva were still staring at the exchange.
"So, do we have a case boss?" Tony asked, his expression not as pitifully hopeful as it had been a minute ago.
"You don't." Gibbs answered, putting his gun on and grabbing his badge. "What?" He asked after standing up and gathering his bag.
"You've got a case?" Tony dropped his arms back down to his sides and turned back to his computer.
"Yep." Gibbs headed towards the elevator. "Don't you have paperwork to do?" He called back once he was halfway across the room.
Tony groaned and McGee sighed.
"Ziva?" Tony asked, "Could you pick the lock on his desk drawer? For me?"
The woman looked up, "I don't have a death wish Tony."
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Summary: NCIS/Torchwood crossover, McGee can't find any record of this J Harkness and Gibbs is keeping his mouth shut.
Length: 1000 words
Disclaimer: Stuff does not belong to me
McGee was confused, his boss’ orders and directives often confused him, but this one really took the cake. The picture slapped on his desk was a crumbling black and white of a man in a WWII era air force uniform showing the camera just a few too many white teeth. And that hadn’t even been the most confusing part.
There had been a piece of a Union Jack behind him and Abby had used that to saturate the entire image with colours before he had run it through the appropriate databases. And strangely enough, no American or British military records existed from the name McGee had pulled off the uniform, J. Harkness.
He put the crumbling photograph back on Gibbs’ desk the next morning and resigned himself to get in trouble for failing to complete the task.
“Boss, I, ah, checked all the military databases using the name and photograph, but, ah, I couldn’t find anything.”
To his great surprise, and relief, Gibbs just glanced at the picture before putting it in an envelope and shoving it into a drawer. “I’m not surprised.”
McGee was floored, but since he wasn’t in trouble, he let it pass and the picture of the man with too many teeth slipped from his mind as he got back to the usual influx of cases, writing his books and online video gaming. He knew that the envelope was still in Gibbs’ desk drawer, but it wasn’t until a wintery Saturday morning that it all came back to him.
He was skimming through the news, BBC “This Week in Pictures”, and something caught his eye. He clicked back through the images and enlarged the photograph. Sure enough, it was a man who looked close enough to the one in the photograph to be his twin.
There wasn’t a really helpful caption under the picture which featured the queen dedicating a small memorial to Torchwood 1, Great Britain’s worst terrorist attack. McGee sent it off in an email to his boss and another to the NCIS photo printer since he doubted Gibbs had ever learned how to open an attachment in an email.
He got in early Monday morning to collect the photo and had them print off a close up of the man's face and sent it to Gibbs’ and another to Abby, just in case. He sat at his desk, staring at the blank computer screen until Gibbs arrived.
“Boss, I found another picture of that guy, J Harkness, from that photo you gave me a while ago.” He offered the picture for the older man to look over.
Gibbs accepted the folder, but didn’t open it. “Get down to see Abby, double check that it's the same guy for me.”
McGee got to the elevator as Tony stepped out and ignored the comments about rushing to leave and hurried into Abby’s lab where the Monday morning music was already blaring. She grinned and gave him a hug of greeting. “I was wondering how long it would take Gibbs to send you down here.” She opened a facial recognition program. “Weird, isn’t it? He’s a perfect match, wasn't aged a day.”
McGee couldn’t believe his eyes. The man from the WWII photo was the exact same one in the photo from a week ago and he couldn’t have been more than a year or two older.
"Is that even possible?" He checked over the numbers again, "The program is not infallible."
Abby moved the pointer over the values. "You see that, it says 100% McGee. Even identical twins and plastic surgery doesn't 100%. This is the exact same man from the first photo, they had to be taken within moment of each other. Show Gibbs, this is the real deal."
"Okay." McGee sighed, this was a little too weird for a Monday morning. Usually the really weird stuff turned up mid-week when he was ready to handle it, this was something out of a supernatural crime novel. He took the print out of the photo and the close up on the man's face and hurried back upstairs to join the rest of his team.
They had no case at this time and Ziva and Tony were getting down to the backlog of paperwork and they stopped when McGee came back, happy for an excuse to leave off the boring stuff for another day.
"Please tell me you have a case for us." Tony said, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair.
McGee shook his head and put the photos on Gibbs' desk. His boss glanced down at them.
"Fornell, I'll call you back." He said into the phone before slamming it down onto the holder a little harder than necessary. "Talk to me McGee."
"Uh, well, it's the same man boss. 100% match. There is still no records of him or any J Harkness that looks like this in any database that we have access to from the past sixty years. He doesn't exist."
"Good work McGee." Gibbs gathered up the papers, unlocked one of the drawers in his desk and shoved them inside, McGee saw some other photos and some documents in the drawer, but Gibbs closed it before he could get a good look.
Tony and Ziva were still staring at the exchange.
"So, do we have a case boss?" Tony asked, his expression not as pitifully hopeful as it had been a minute ago.
"You don't." Gibbs answered, putting his gun on and grabbing his badge. "What?" He asked after standing up and gathering his bag.
"You've got a case?" Tony dropped his arms back down to his sides and turned back to his computer.
"Yep." Gibbs headed towards the elevator. "Don't you have paperwork to do?" He called back once he was halfway across the room.
Tony groaned and McGee sighed.
"Ziva?" Tony asked, "Could you pick the lock on his desk drawer? For me?"
The woman looked up, "I don't have a death wish Tony."