[fic] elfinblue: When Worlds Collide
[ Crossover ]
Title: When Worlds Collide
Writer:
elfinblue
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Benny, NCIS regulars
Rating: T
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]None
Length: 113K
Summary: When a kidnapped Tony DiNozzo is rescued by legendary - and supposedly dead - serial killers Dean and Sam Winchester, the NCIS team takes over the Winchester investigation. What they find is a file filled with contradictions and impossibilities.
Reccer's notes: This is a Season 8 fic and canon compliant for both Supernatural and NCIS. There are the ideas the agents have about Sam and Dean and how they try to explain the oddities in their case. There is the aftermath of the Leviathans and what the government thinks about that and there is the problem of Sam amd Dean having to keep the NCIS agents safe who try to find and arrest them. It's just a great plotty story.
[Short excerpt]Fornell's shoulders drooped. Still angry, he opened his mouth to protest, but Vance stopped him with merely a shake of his head. There was a touch of wry humor in his eyes and the look he gave the FBI agent was not without sympathy. "Your copy of the court order," he said, handing it over."
Fornell took it with ill grace. "Fine," he said. "Fine. You want 'em, you got 'em. I guess this means it's my turn to watch the Winchesters make your people look like a . . . buncha baboons."
He turned and stomped off towards the elevators. Gibbs twitched his head in Fornell's direction. "McGee, David, go with him and pick up our files and evidence."
"Oh, no," Fornell said, stopping at the edge of the bullpen and turning back. "No, we'll deliver it to you. In fact, I'll see to it personally."
"Why thanks," Gibbs said, genial now that he was getting his way. "That's mighty nice of you, Tobias."
"Do you do pizza, too?" Tony asked. "Only, because I'm starving here."
Fornell spared him an annoyed glare before returning his angry gaze to Gibbs. He smiled an insincere little smile and spoke in a cordial voice dripping with acid. "Happy to oblige, Gibbs. Just you remember . . . you asked for this."