3/6 Acceptance is Your Only Option
Title: Acceptance is Your Only Option
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Summary: NCIS/Torchwood crossover, Mr. Jones is Welsh, but maybe he's just an escaped mental patient.
Length: 1000 words
Disclaimer: Stuff does not belong to me
“You’ve got a visitor waiting for you in the conference room sir.”
Gibbs was surprised when the guard at the entrance to the Navy Yard seemed to be talking to him and informed him that the visitor had been there for several hours and had been waiting quietly the entire time.
With the team going over cold cases as far as he knew, it was unusual to have a contact waiting for him, especially before he got there. Gibbs finished his coffee in the elevator, he could always get another one and his gut was telling him that he really needed to be awake for this.
He walked empty handed into the conference room, closing the door behind him and moving to stand opposite the man sitting at the table. “Special Agent Gibbs, what do you want?”
The man waiting for him was young and dressed impeccably in a suit with vest and tie, probably from some company that DiNozzo would recognize. He had a stack of papers in front of him with some sort of logo or crest that wasn’t anything Gibbs had seen before, a T made from hexagons.
He got to his feet and offered a hand to Gibbs. “ Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, I’m Ianto Jones, we spoke on the phone earlier.” He definitely had an accent, and it sounded much more Welsh in person.
“How do you know who I am and where I work? What do you want?”
Jones smiled slightly. “I thought that I would be asking the questions sir, given that you are the one researching into Torchwood. And I am capable of locating most people at any time, given that it is part of my job.”
Gibbs sat at the conference table, this was clearly going to take a while. It would be so much easier if he could take the man into an interrogation room and have his way with him. Doing things the polite way just took too long for him.
“Special Agent Gibbs, I have been given the authority to give you information about Torchwood, we need your help and you need ours.” Jones handed him half the stack of file folders, the symbol on the front of each was a red T made out of some shape, a hexagon or heptagon.
The time passed around them in a whirlwind. Gibbs got up twice to get more coffee, and to give himself a few moments to think. If what Jones had been saying, and had the files to back up were actually true, than his whole world had just been turned on its head.
“So you’re saying that there are aliens on Earth.” Jones nodded. “Everywhere? And some of them blend in with people and Torchwood deals with aliens and stuff from other planets?” Again the young man nodded, he still had a straight face and was taking this all very seriously. “If you’ve got this all figured out and you have your own team and technology hundreds of years ahead, than what could I possibly help you with?”
Jones smiled and opened the next folder on the stack. “I’m glad you asked. Despite urging from her Majesty and Torchwood, the United States refuses to set up a task force dedicated to monitoring aliens in this country. Despite our best efforts, the president still refuses to acknowledge the existence of alien life. However, I know that you have had several. . . interactions with different species over the last few months and such interactions have become more frequent.”
“So where does NCIS come in? We’re not exactly in a place to do much of anything.”
The little smile had another appearance on Jones’ face. “Exactly, and since NCIS has jurisdiction on international and domestic cases and a claim to anything involving the Navy and Marine forces, it will be simple for Torchwood to ensure that you are able to handle the bulk of aliens matters here.”
“I don’t know what you think we do Jones, but NCIS doesn’t have time to solve all the problems from the rest of galaxy, we’re already stretched to the limit just doing our jobs. And I don’t have the authority to make these decisions, talk to the director and to SECNAV.”
Jones took a piece of paper from the massive pile in front of him. “I already have their support and authorization, Torchwood Three can simplify most of your cases and the rest of the team are going to be here to provide initial training in a short time.”
“What! I haven’t agreed to anything Jones. I’m not even sure I believe all this stuff about the aliens.” Gibbs leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, things were starting to happen very quickly and he was feeling way out of his league. Computers were hard enough, now he was supposed to deal with aliens? Sure, he'd had some weird cases recently, and aliens explained away all of his problems, but this was a bit much to swalllow.
“Yes Special Agent Gibbs. Torchwood Three has been temporarily reassigned to NCIS and the training and initial assignments are to begin next week. Any questions that you have regarding the validity of my statements will be much better dealt with then.”
“Fine then Jones. I don’t really have a choice. I’ll see you next week.” Gibbs gave the man a moment.
"Yes you will." Jones gathered up all of his papers and slid them back into a briefcase. "And make sure that you keep this to yourself. No one on our team is to know about this yet. Torchwood has ways of dealing with people that do not follow our instructions." He gave Gibbs that little smile again.
Gibbs left the conference room wondering if he would ever see the evasive Welsh man again, almost hoping that he had been some sort of escaped mental ward patient and that in a week's time, this wasn't going to come back to trouble him.
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Summary: NCIS/Torchwood crossover, Mr. Jones is Welsh, but maybe he's just an escaped mental patient.
Length: 1000 words
Disclaimer: Stuff does not belong to me
“You’ve got a visitor waiting for you in the conference room sir.”
Gibbs was surprised when the guard at the entrance to the Navy Yard seemed to be talking to him and informed him that the visitor had been there for several hours and had been waiting quietly the entire time.
With the team going over cold cases as far as he knew, it was unusual to have a contact waiting for him, especially before he got there. Gibbs finished his coffee in the elevator, he could always get another one and his gut was telling him that he really needed to be awake for this.
He walked empty handed into the conference room, closing the door behind him and moving to stand opposite the man sitting at the table. “Special Agent Gibbs, what do you want?”
The man waiting for him was young and dressed impeccably in a suit with vest and tie, probably from some company that DiNozzo would recognize. He had a stack of papers in front of him with some sort of logo or crest that wasn’t anything Gibbs had seen before, a T made from hexagons.
He got to his feet and offered a hand to Gibbs. “ Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, I’m Ianto Jones, we spoke on the phone earlier.” He definitely had an accent, and it sounded much more Welsh in person.
“How do you know who I am and where I work? What do you want?”
Jones smiled slightly. “I thought that I would be asking the questions sir, given that you are the one researching into Torchwood. And I am capable of locating most people at any time, given that it is part of my job.”
Gibbs sat at the conference table, this was clearly going to take a while. It would be so much easier if he could take the man into an interrogation room and have his way with him. Doing things the polite way just took too long for him.
“Special Agent Gibbs, I have been given the authority to give you information about Torchwood, we need your help and you need ours.” Jones handed him half the stack of file folders, the symbol on the front of each was a red T made out of some shape, a hexagon or heptagon.
The time passed around them in a whirlwind. Gibbs got up twice to get more coffee, and to give himself a few moments to think. If what Jones had been saying, and had the files to back up were actually true, than his whole world had just been turned on its head.
“So you’re saying that there are aliens on Earth.” Jones nodded. “Everywhere? And some of them blend in with people and Torchwood deals with aliens and stuff from other planets?” Again the young man nodded, he still had a straight face and was taking this all very seriously. “If you’ve got this all figured out and you have your own team and technology hundreds of years ahead, than what could I possibly help you with?”
Jones smiled and opened the next folder on the stack. “I’m glad you asked. Despite urging from her Majesty and Torchwood, the United States refuses to set up a task force dedicated to monitoring aliens in this country. Despite our best efforts, the president still refuses to acknowledge the existence of alien life. However, I know that you have had several. . . interactions with different species over the last few months and such interactions have become more frequent.”
“So where does NCIS come in? We’re not exactly in a place to do much of anything.”
The little smile had another appearance on Jones’ face. “Exactly, and since NCIS has jurisdiction on international and domestic cases and a claim to anything involving the Navy and Marine forces, it will be simple for Torchwood to ensure that you are able to handle the bulk of aliens matters here.”
“I don’t know what you think we do Jones, but NCIS doesn’t have time to solve all the problems from the rest of galaxy, we’re already stretched to the limit just doing our jobs. And I don’t have the authority to make these decisions, talk to the director and to SECNAV.”
Jones took a piece of paper from the massive pile in front of him. “I already have their support and authorization, Torchwood Three can simplify most of your cases and the rest of the team are going to be here to provide initial training in a short time.”
“What! I haven’t agreed to anything Jones. I’m not even sure I believe all this stuff about the aliens.” Gibbs leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, things were starting to happen very quickly and he was feeling way out of his league. Computers were hard enough, now he was supposed to deal with aliens? Sure, he'd had some weird cases recently, and aliens explained away all of his problems, but this was a bit much to swalllow.
“Yes Special Agent Gibbs. Torchwood Three has been temporarily reassigned to NCIS and the training and initial assignments are to begin next week. Any questions that you have regarding the validity of my statements will be much better dealt with then.”
“Fine then Jones. I don’t really have a choice. I’ll see you next week.” Gibbs gave the man a moment.
"Yes you will." Jones gathered up all of his papers and slid them back into a briefcase. "And make sure that you keep this to yourself. No one on our team is to know about this yet. Torchwood has ways of dealing with people that do not follow our instructions." He gave Gibbs that little smile again.
Gibbs left the conference room wondering if he would ever see the evasive Welsh man again, almost hoping that he had been some sort of escaped mental ward patient and that in a week's time, this wasn't going to come back to trouble him.