Murder Across the Stars (1/?)
Hey all,
Okay so I know I'm posting a lot of fanfics at the moment, but I've actually finished this one, so you'll get it as I review it :)
Its an NCIS/SGA crossover ... I hope its halfway decent.
Title: Murder Across the Stars (1/?)
Rating: NC17
Series: SGA late series two. NCIS series two.
Pairings: McShep. Tony/Tim. Gibbs/Ducky. And pretty much Abbey/everyone :)
Summary: Tony however was distracted by the gorgeous woman (and even better looking man) hurrying down the stairs towards them, both dressed in unbelievably tight shirts. He had a feeling he was going to be very happy here.
Prologue.
Sargent Stackhouse USMC was patrolling the lower level corridors of the Northern Pier, fully geared up and in constant comm with the control room and Sargent Masters who was in the next level down. This area was still damaged from the last huge push of the Wraith. Stifling a yawn, he glanced into an abandoned lab and saw something that made the breath catch in his throat.
A marine, a young man, was laying on the floor obviously dead. Though it was not by Wraith draining or trauma, no this man’s throat was cut and as far as Stackhouse knew the Wraith didn’t use knives.
“Control,” he said, pressing his earpiece. “We have a situation on sublevel 12 of the Northern Pier. I repeat we have a situation.”
*
Special Agent Anthony (Tony) DiNozzo sat back in his desk chair and tilted his head so as to get a better look at the scantily clad woman on his computer screen.
“That is so disgusting.”
Special Agent Kate Todd was standing behind him, arms crossed across her chest and a horrified expression on her beautiful face.
“The human body is a wonderful thing Kate,” he answered, waving absently at the screen. “You need to embrace your sexuality.”
“Oh Tony,” she said, patting his shoulder. “You have enough sexuality for the both of us.”
He was just about to retort with a witty come-back when the elevator doors slid open and Leroy Jethro Gibbs (Boss) strode out carrying his usual Styrofoam cup of coffee and tailed by two very stern looking Air Force officers. Which was odd in itself due to the fact that this was the Naval Criminal Investigative Services, so what he hell did the Air Force have to do with anything?
“Pack up, we’re going to Colorado,” said Gibbs, hurrying through the bullpen and to the opposite elevators which led down to autopsy and the forensic labs.
“Colorado?” demanded Tony, already pulling his badge and gun from his desk draw.
“Don’t ask me,” said Kate, glancing at the two smartly dressed men standing in the middle of the bullpen. “What does the navy have in Colorado?”
*
Five hours ago Tony had been on a plane to Colorado hoping that there would be time to do some skiing, and now he was standing in front of a huge metal circle trying to get his head around the fact that the United States military had turned into Flash Gordon. All of Abbey’s lab equipment was packed onto a little mechanised dolly that was currently toddling up the metallic ramp to the huge rippling blue stuff that was inside the circle.
The little goth herself was standing beside Gibbs (who naturally was unfazed by the entire thing), face glowing with excitement.
“Oh my God, I knew they were up to something,” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
There was a tiny man in front of them staring uncertainly at the pile of lab equipment.
“All this.” He waved at it all. “Necessary?”
He was Czech. Okay this was just getting weirder.
“Definitely,” answered Abbey.
“Not going to like this,” said the Czech. “Not going to like this at all.”
“Look Mr. …” Began Gibbs.
“Dr.,” said the Czech. “Dr. Radek Zelenka.”
“Dr. Zelenka,” said Gibbs. “We have an investigation to perform, and this equipment is essential to it.”
“You may proceed.” The voice came over the P.A system and echoed around the room.
Gibbs nodded and then gestured for Kate, Tony and Abbey to follow him up the ramp which they did so nervously. Zelenka and Gibbs walked through the blue stuff without hesitation and after a moment Abbey did as well. Leaving Tony and Kate standing on the other side all but peeing their pants.
“What do you think Gibbs would do if we didn’t follow?” asked Kate.
“Something terrible I’m sure,” answered Tony, and with that he grabbed her sleeve and dragged her through with him.
*
It was like the most insane roller coaster EVER.
Tony came out of the other end of the, what had the geeks called it? Oh yeah … wormhole. Still holding onto Kate and walking straight into the back of Abbey.
“Hey!” she said, turning around and glaring at him.
Tony however was distracted by the gorgeous woman (and even better looking man) hurrying down the stairs towards them, both dressed in unbelievably tight shirts. He had a feeling he was going to be very happy here.
“Special Agent Gibbs?” The woman was smiling, and shaking Gibbs’ extended hand. “I’m Dr. Elizabeth Weir head of the Atlantis expedition.” She looked at the man beside her. “And this is Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard.”
The gorgeous man was scowling.
“We should be handling this investigation ourselves,” he drawled, earning him a dark glare from Weir.
“Why don’t you follow me to the conference room where you can be properly briefed?” said Weir. “And then we’ll get you settled in.”
She turned and walked back up the stairs. Leaving Gibbs and Sheppard glaring at each other. And the rest sharing worried and anxious looks.
Okay so I know I'm posting a lot of fanfics at the moment, but I've actually finished this one, so you'll get it as I review it :)
Its an NCIS/SGA crossover ... I hope its halfway decent.
Title: Murder Across the Stars (1/?)
Rating: NC17
Series: SGA late series two. NCIS series two.
Pairings: McShep. Tony/Tim. Gibbs/Ducky. And pretty much Abbey/everyone :)
Summary: Tony however was distracted by the gorgeous woman (and even better looking man) hurrying down the stairs towards them, both dressed in unbelievably tight shirts. He had a feeling he was going to be very happy here.
Prologue.
Sargent Stackhouse USMC was patrolling the lower level corridors of the Northern Pier, fully geared up and in constant comm with the control room and Sargent Masters who was in the next level down. This area was still damaged from the last huge push of the Wraith. Stifling a yawn, he glanced into an abandoned lab and saw something that made the breath catch in his throat.
A marine, a young man, was laying on the floor obviously dead. Though it was not by Wraith draining or trauma, no this man’s throat was cut and as far as Stackhouse knew the Wraith didn’t use knives.
“Control,” he said, pressing his earpiece. “We have a situation on sublevel 12 of the Northern Pier. I repeat we have a situation.”
*
Special Agent Anthony (Tony) DiNozzo sat back in his desk chair and tilted his head so as to get a better look at the scantily clad woman on his computer screen.
“That is so disgusting.”
Special Agent Kate Todd was standing behind him, arms crossed across her chest and a horrified expression on her beautiful face.
“The human body is a wonderful thing Kate,” he answered, waving absently at the screen. “You need to embrace your sexuality.”
“Oh Tony,” she said, patting his shoulder. “You have enough sexuality for the both of us.”
He was just about to retort with a witty come-back when the elevator doors slid open and Leroy Jethro Gibbs (Boss) strode out carrying his usual Styrofoam cup of coffee and tailed by two very stern looking Air Force officers. Which was odd in itself due to the fact that this was the Naval Criminal Investigative Services, so what he hell did the Air Force have to do with anything?
“Pack up, we’re going to Colorado,” said Gibbs, hurrying through the bullpen and to the opposite elevators which led down to autopsy and the forensic labs.
“Colorado?” demanded Tony, already pulling his badge and gun from his desk draw.
“Don’t ask me,” said Kate, glancing at the two smartly dressed men standing in the middle of the bullpen. “What does the navy have in Colorado?”
*
Five hours ago Tony had been on a plane to Colorado hoping that there would be time to do some skiing, and now he was standing in front of a huge metal circle trying to get his head around the fact that the United States military had turned into Flash Gordon. All of Abbey’s lab equipment was packed onto a little mechanised dolly that was currently toddling up the metallic ramp to the huge rippling blue stuff that was inside the circle.
The little goth herself was standing beside Gibbs (who naturally was unfazed by the entire thing), face glowing with excitement.
“Oh my God, I knew they were up to something,” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
There was a tiny man in front of them staring uncertainly at the pile of lab equipment.
“All this.” He waved at it all. “Necessary?”
He was Czech. Okay this was just getting weirder.
“Definitely,” answered Abbey.
“Not going to like this,” said the Czech. “Not going to like this at all.”
“Look Mr. …” Began Gibbs.
“Dr.,” said the Czech. “Dr. Radek Zelenka.”
“Dr. Zelenka,” said Gibbs. “We have an investigation to perform, and this equipment is essential to it.”
“You may proceed.” The voice came over the P.A system and echoed around the room.
Gibbs nodded and then gestured for Kate, Tony and Abbey to follow him up the ramp which they did so nervously. Zelenka and Gibbs walked through the blue stuff without hesitation and after a moment Abbey did as well. Leaving Tony and Kate standing on the other side all but peeing their pants.
“What do you think Gibbs would do if we didn’t follow?” asked Kate.
“Something terrible I’m sure,” answered Tony, and with that he grabbed her sleeve and dragged her through with him.
*
It was like the most insane roller coaster EVER.
Tony came out of the other end of the, what had the geeks called it? Oh yeah … wormhole. Still holding onto Kate and walking straight into the back of Abbey.
“Hey!” she said, turning around and glaring at him.
Tony however was distracted by the gorgeous woman (and even better looking man) hurrying down the stairs towards them, both dressed in unbelievably tight shirts. He had a feeling he was going to be very happy here.
“Special Agent Gibbs?” The woman was smiling, and shaking Gibbs’ extended hand. “I’m Dr. Elizabeth Weir head of the Atlantis expedition.” She looked at the man beside her. “And this is Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard.”
The gorgeous man was scowling.
“We should be handling this investigation ourselves,” he drawled, earning him a dark glare from Weir.
“Why don’t you follow me to the conference room where you can be properly briefed?” said Weir. “And then we’ll get you settled in.”
She turned and walked back up the stairs. Leaving Gibbs and Sheppard glaring at each other. And the rest sharing worried and anxious looks.