Fic: More His Speed (CSI:Miami/NCIS x-over) - DiNozzo/Speedle - NC-17 - Chapter 31/37
Title: More His Speed - Chapter 31
Word Count: ~2,250
Pairing: Tony DiNozzo/Tim Speedle (NCIS/CSI: Miami crossover)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and/or Spoilers: Hot boy sex isn't really a "warning", but eh.. *shrug*
Author's Notes: This all started with me talking to heartspeedand trying to figure out how to crossover Miami and NCIS... and it all just exploded like WOAH. The fic follows Tony and Speed through their relationship.
Summary: The team tries to figure out a mysterious girl's relationship to Gibbs.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. *pout* They belong to CBS.
Chapter 31
“Cute!” Abby snapped a picture of McGee with her cell phone camera. “Pretty!” And one of Ziva. “Ooh. Mysterious.” One of Speed. “Tony.” Abby had taken Tony’s picture just as he pulled a crazy face. She turned the phone around to show him the picture and to reprimand him.
Tony laughed, proud of himself. “That's the best yet.”
“Boss!” McGee warned as he and Tony rushed for their own desks.
Abby snapped a picture of Gibbs as he walked down the hall with Maddie Tyler. “Oh, I didn't know you were...” She lowered the phone and grimaced a little. “Sorry, Gibbs.” She walked back in to the middle of the squad room as she reviewed the photos on her phone.
“Know her?” Ziva asked Tony regarding the pretty, young blond they’d just seen with Gibbs.
“Wish I could say I did.” Tony ogled as he watched the elevator doors close. Speed slapped him on the back of the head. “Hey.” He rubbed his head and pouted at Speed who just smirked at him.
“Maddie Tyler.” Abby announced.
Tony raised an eyebrow. “Who is?”
“Ask McGee.”
“Said it was personal.” McGee said conspiratorially.
“New girlfriend?” Ziva asked.
Abby looked over her shoulder at Ziva. “Too young.”
“Not a redhead.” Tony dismissed.
Ziva furrowed her eyebrows. “Niece?”
Tony squatted down by McGee’s chair. “Nice. McGeek, McGoogle her name.”
“Oh, I can do you one better-“ McGee typed on his keyboard. “MySpace.”
“Well, she has an eclectic taste in music-- everything from Yo-Yo Ma to Metallica.” Abby observed as she and the others crowded McGee’s desk.
“Lots of friends, college kids mainly.” McGee scrolled through the page.
Ziva squinted at the screen. “And one from her childhood.” McGee stopped scrolling and they all stared at the picture of a young girl. “’My first and still my best friend, Kelly. Forever in my memory.’” Ziva read.
Abby sighed. “Gibbs' daughter was named Kelly.”
“One and the same.” McGee confirmed as he looked at Tony.
“Mystery solved.” Tony murmured.
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“Soldier of fortune is about to become a soldier of misfortune.” Tony smirked as he, Ziva and Speed stood in the observation room watching Mr. Bordais in the interrogation room.
“Dogs of war are about to taste the hair of the dogs.” Ziva replied with a sneer.
Tony turned his head, made a non-committal ‘huh’ noise and returned his attention to the glass. “Think she's alive?”
“After what they did to Haas, maybe it'd be best if she was not.”
“Showtime.” Tony murmured as Director Sheppard and Gibbs strode into the interrogation room.
“This your subtle way of sending me a message, Director?” Bordais smirked.
The Director sat down across from Bordais. “Nothing subtle about it, Mr. Bordais.” She stated calmly. “You are now officially a suspect in this murder investigation.”
Gibbs tossed the GPS locator they’d found onto the table. “Want to explain that?”
“GPS locator.” Bordais answered. “Real-time tracking of target vehicles.”
“Bought by your company.” Gibbs stated.
“Found in Sergeant Haas's car.” Director Sheppard stared at the man across from her.
“Operational.” Gibbs amended. Bordais looked back and forth between the Director and Gibbs.
A smile played on Tony’s lips. “Wait for it.”
“I need to make a phone call.”
“Some of these guys are so predictable.” Tony smiled, mostly to himself. “First sign of pressure, and they cave. See that coming a mile away.”
The Director shook her head slightly. “A lawyer is not going to help you now.”
“I'm not calling a lawyer.” Bordais corrected. “Calling the Pentagon.” Tony blinked, stunned by the turn of events. Speed just patted him on the shoulder.
Ziva smacked Tony’s arm in victory. “Like I said, hair of the dogs.”
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Gibbs swept into the squad room. “Hey, DiNozzo.”
“Boss.” Tony looked up from his paperwork.
“Abby gets something, you handle it.” Gibbs strode over to his desk.
“No problem, call you right away.”
Gibbs paused briefly in the collection of his gun. “That what I said, DiNozzo?”
“I'll handle it.” Tony watched as his boss grabbed the gun and stalked off to the elevator where Director Sheppard caught up with him.
“Jethro...” The Director paused as Gibbs stepped in to the elevator. “They think Coyle and Judd might be somewhere down in the old dock district.”
Gibbs pointed back at the squad room as the doors started sliding shut. “Tell DiNozzo.”
The Director walked over to Tony’s desk. “Tony...”
“Director?” Tony looked up.
“Any idea where he's going?”
“No.” Tony deadpanned.
“Hazard a guess?” The Director asked as McGee stood from his own desk to check Gibbs’.
Tony tilted his head a little. “Well, he took his badge and his gun. Maybe he's gonna shoot someone.”
“Oh, boy.” McGee held up Gibbs’ badge for Tony and Director Sheppard to see.
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Tony cupped his hands over his mouth and proceeded to speak as if he was communicating by radio. “This is ground control to Major McTom. Kzth This is ground control to Major Tom. Kzth Is anybody out there?
McGee turned his head in annoyance as Tony walked the rest of the way up to him. “What?”
“Oh.” Tony smiled. “I'm just checking. You've been staring into space for the last hour. Even on the McGeeko scale that's cause for concern.”
McGee rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the plasma screen. “It's been five minutes, not an hour, and I'm not staring into space, I'm staring at the plasma.”
Tony moved into McGee’s line of vision. “Calling Gibbs?” he asked Ziva.
“He did not pick up.” Ziva replied, cradling her cell phone.
“Worried about him?” Tony asked as he paused in circling McGee.
“Are you?” Ziva asked.
“You be worried about him.” Tony turned back to McGee as he began another circuit. “I'll be tentatively troubled. Privately perturbed. Fleetingly flustered.”
“Have you called him?” Ziva inquired.
Tony began a third circle around McGee. “I would have to be deeply discombobulated to even think of calling him. Okay, McTim, you win.” Tony stopped in his tracks and joined McGee in staring at the plasma. “What are we looking at?”
“What do you see?” McGee asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Tony grabbed onto McGee’s shoulder, eyes widening at the sight of the triangle graphic on the screen. “It's an iceberg, and we're headed right for it.”
McGee hardly blinked. “More like the $4 million tip of an $8 billion iceberg.”
“Forget the $4 million,” Tony removed his hand from McGee’s shoulder. “I'd settle for finding Maddie.”
“I've been trying to figure out where she fits.”
“She doesn't.” Tony glanced at Ziva and Speed who had joined them at the plasma screen.
“For her to have been abducted, they must think she has the money.” Ziva posited.
“Or can lead them to the money.” Speed offered with a shrug.
“If she can, she doesn't know.” Tony gazed at his coworkers. “She would have told Gibbs.”
“Maybe she doesn't know she knows.” Ziva replied, starting to grasp at proverbial straws. “Sergeant Haas comes back from Iraq and the first thing he does is try to move in with a girl he's dated twice.” Ziva looked at Tony. “Why?”
“He's a man.” Tony stated as if that explained everything.
“What does she have that he does not?” Ziva asked.
“A bed.” Tony blurted, earning him a light smack to the head from Speed.
“A room.” McGee supplied.
“A place for Haas to stay.” Tony continued.
“He had a room at Quantico. “ Ziva dismissed as if the suggestions were the stupidest she’d heard.
“So, what does her apartment have that Quantico doesn't?” McGee mused.
Tony frowned a little. “Privacy.”
“No guardhouse.” Ziva suggested.
Tony considered that for a moment. “No car searches.”
“A street address.” The Director interrupted, the others turning to look at her. “Her apartment has a street address. Which means mail delivery.
“How long does it take a letter to get here from Iraq?” Tony asked.
“A week.” Ziva answered. “Give or take a day or two.” Her eyebrows rose. “He's from Chicago. No family here. No delivery address.”
McGee flicked his eyes back to the plasma screen for a moment. “He wasn't stalking her. He was hanging out to check the mail.”
“Get down to her apartment.” Director Sheppard ordered. “Find the mailman.” She approached a puzzled Tony as the other three grabbed their gear. “He figured it out.”
“And he didn't tell us.” Tony said seriously. “You call him?”
The Director nodded. “You?”
“Yeah. He didn't pick up.”
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Tony pulled up to the dock front ware house and got out of the car. He looked though the chain link fence and sighed. He heard yelling and gunshots. He drew his gun and then stepped closer, hands pressed against the metal fence as a car rocketed backwards out of the warehouse toward the dock. The car plunged backwards into the water creating a large splash. Gibbs. Tony pushed back from the fence and ran around to the entrance of the warehouse. Time was not on his side.
Tony ran through the warehouse, shooting the suspects as he made a beeline for the river. He plunged into the frigid water and swam toward the submerged car that trapped Gibbs and Maddie. The car sat at the bottom of the river. Tony tried the driver’s-side handle to free Gibbs, but the door was locked. Gibbs smacked his hand against the window, signaling the Tony should break the windshield. He held Maddie out of the way as Tony swam to the front of the car. Tony pounded on the bullet hole-riddled glass until he loosened the seal enough to pull the entire windshield away. Gibbs pushed the unconscious Maddie into Tony’s arms and watched as Tony headed for the surface. Tony broke the surface with a gasp.
After getting Maddie on the dock and making sure that she was okay for the moment, he dove back into the water to rescue Gibbs. He found Gibbs still trapped in the car and not breathing. The blank look on his Boss’ face had to be one of the most frightening things he’d seen. Tony yanked on the steering wheel that was trapping Gibbs, finally wrenching it far enough out of the way to pull Gibbs free. He pulled Gibbs to the surface and laid him on the dock. He leaned his ear over Gibbs mouth, but was dismayed to confirm that Gibbs was in fact not breathing.
“Don't do this to me, Boss.” Tony gasped as he began CPR. “Come on, don't do this to me.” He bent to check for breath again. “Don't make me kiss you, Boss.” He took a large breath and breathed into Gibbs’ mouth twice before searching Gibbs’ neck for a pulse. “Come on, Boss!” He shouted as he began chest compressions again. “Come on!” He smoothed Gibbs’ hair back as he listened for breath. “Oh, Boss, come on.” He whispered before he moved over to Maddie to begin the process again, looking back at Gibbs over his shoulder. Gibbs’ fingers twitched and found Maddie’s as he returned to the land of the living. Maddie began breathing, much to Tony’s relief, and looked over at Gibbs’ prone form, squeezing his hand gently. Gibbs moved his head and stared back. Tony looked at the two of them as he gasped for breath. The frigid water had taken a toll on his lungs.
“Tony!” Speed ran over followed closely by McGee and Ziva. He holstered his weapon and let Ziva and McGee tend to Maddie and Gibbs.
“Speedy…” Tony gasped as he started to shiver.
Speed pulled the drenched man into his arms and hugged him close. “Don’t scare me like that.” He whispered. They both looked up as emergency personnel swarmed the dock to take care of Gibbs and Maddie. Speed was handed a couple space blankets which he quickly wrapped around Tony.
“C-cold.” Tony shivered, huddling in the reflective blanketing.
“I know.” Speed stroked Tony’s hair a few times before helping the paramedic get Tony off the dock to the cement twenty feet away. “You did good, Tony.” Tony nodded weakly before curling against Speed and nuzzling his face against the warm neck in front of him.
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Tony had taken a hot shower once he and Speed had gotten back to their apartment and was now wrapped in a cozy robe and sitting with Speed in the big comfy armchair that Speed had repositioned by the fireplace. A happy fire crackled and blazed happily in its confinement.
Speed stroked his fingers gently through the back of Tony’s hair and smiled upon hearing a soft purring noise from the man who sat practically on his lap. “Ready for bed?”
Tony yawned and cuddled close. “We can’t sleep here?” He mumbled.
“Nope.” Speed shook his head. “I still need to sleep horizontally for another month or so. Fell off a roof. Ring any bells?”
Tony nodded once. “Right. He stood stiffly with Speed’s help. “Bed.”
Speed stood and switched off the gas fireplace. “Come on.” He gently guided Tony down the hall with a hand at the small of Tony’s back. Tony crawled into bed and burrowed under the covers. Speed laughed and changed into his pajamas before sliding into bed beside Tony. “Night, DiNozzy.” He draped an arm over Tony’s hips.
Tony snuggled into the loose embrace. “Night, Speedy.” His voice replied, sleepy and muffled from deep under the covers before he began to snore.