Disclaimers: I don't own TW or NCIS.
Spoilers: Truth or Consequences
Warnings: None for this chapter.
Pairings: McAbby,

A/N: Hi! This is my second Torchwood Fict in Helen Pattskyn's AU'verse. This is my first NCIS fict (not counting me and Rayne Tam's Two Author's Crack!fic) Pretty much after seeing ToC, I wanted to explain how Gibbs teleported, and the story kind of took of from there. Now, I've got a pretty AU NCIS to go along with the AU Torchwood. I took some liberties and 'emptied the bins' of "didn't like" stuff from season six, so some characters are else where and there are some OCs and I sped up the time line a bit. If the changes are confusing AT ALL, please PM me so I can make it better. Any who, this is set well after Stars for HP's stories. Oh, and Ziva is obviously back at NCIS.

Yeah, so here it is.

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"Reason and love keep little company together"

Bottom, the Weaver A Midsummer Night's Dream

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January 22, 2010

Tony leaned his head back against the cold concrete wall of the NCIS headquarters building. The last couple of weeks had left him in a state of perpetual numbness. His thoughts were at war inside his head. Half of him felt justified in killing Rivkin and that what followed was out of his hands. His other half screamed 'Idiot!' inside his head for letting Ziva go, for killing Rivkin, for everything. He didn't know yet how his team felt. Langer had just sauntered out of the bullpen after all was explained and Wyn had looked ready to scream and scratch his eyes out. Palmer was just silent, while Chris and Juliet asked endless questions about why Ziva hadn't returned with him from Tel Aviv. He'd said that he'd been given a choice, and he couldn't stand for either option.

It had all started with a murder, a marine strung up and electrocuted into suffocation. Tiny had sent Langer and Wyn over and their investigation turned up another Mossad officer working in the States. Ziva knew him. More than knew him, they might have loved each other.

Well, one thing led to another, and the situation came to point about a week ago. Tony wanted to know why a known terrorist's laptop had been connect to the internet at Ziva's; he got there to find none other than Michael Rivkin lounging, probably waiting for Ziva. They fought, Tony had somehow won. Rivkin

died and the director put himself, Tony, and Ziva on the next flight to Tel Aviv.

What did they expect me to do? Let Ziva accuse me of murdering Rivkin out of spite?

Tony shook his head. He needed to call Abby. What time was it in Wales right now? Would she be awake, anyway? Oh, well. Abbs would kill me if I didn't call her. He checked his watch, 11:32. With the time difference, it was about 4:30 in the morning.

Abby picked up on the third ring of his second call.

"Tony? What's wrong?" she was frantic; she knew something was wrong.

He decided to try being oblivious. "What do you mean, Abby? Can't I just call you?"

"Not when it's almost midnight over there." he could hear her scolding look though five time zones.

"Fine, busted." he dropped the innocent tone, "I thought you should know, Ziva stayed in Israel." Abby was as up-to-date as Tony could keep her, last calling her when they left for Tel Aviv.

"What? Is she visiting her dad? How long?"

"She chose to stay. She doesn't trust me, Abbs, probably won't for awhile. I don't know if she'll even come back. " His voiced cracked at the end; he hadn't cried through the whole thing. He hadn't cried since he got back.

"Tony, how could you live her there?!" Great, Tony thought, I pissed off the person who can kill me and leave no trace. "You," Abby continued, "Mr. Dinozzo better tell her to call me when she calls."

"Abby, I don't think she's going to call ME." He was trying to hold himself together until he finished with Abby.

"Sorry, tell Wyn she has to tell her to call me." If Ziva called anyone, she was going to call Wyndi Davis-Sosa, the McGeek's probie replacement. Tony smiled at a memory of Wyn and Ziva glaring each other down that first day. McGee suggested her, yes? She seems cocky. They ended up becoming really good friends and went to the range together, a lot.

Abby and Tony didn't converse much longer, she had to go to work and he needed to attempt to sleep. Maybe just feign sleep, cause he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until he fell over from exhaustion.

He looked up at the stars, wondering what the sky looked like in Israel right now.

"Tony?" Jimmy Palmer startled him from his thoughts. DR. Jimmy Palmer. He'd never ever get used to that, not in a million years.

"Hi, Jimmy." Tony, as well as most everyone else, had stopped calling him Palmer when he became NCIS' medical examiner. Of course, McGee still called him Palmer.

"Uh, Director Vance was looking for you."

"You're the med examiner, why are you getting me?"

"Everyone else clocked out early."

Tony frowned. "Oh."

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February 13, 2010

Tony's phone rang, waking him from his dreamless slumber. He was too exhausted to dream; Wyn, Langer, and himself had had to take down a meth user/dealer, hopped up on his own product. It had taken all three of them to take him down. He reached past his alarm clock, which read 4:33 AM, and answered his cell.

"Dinozzo?' he was too tired, not caring for early morning calls.

"Tony, it's McGee."

"McKill-Joy, do you realize what time it is over here? Actually, what time is it over there?" Tony sat up, bothered by how bothered McGeek sounded.

"Sorry about the time, Tony, but have you heard from Ziva?"

"You called me at four thirty in the morning to ask if I've heard from someone who thinks I killed her boyfriend out of jealousy? Are you on something McGee? Did you inhale this time?" Tony smiled to himself, remembering the creepy 'Good Wife' killer, and how McGee claimed not to like Mary Jane when he'd tried it.

"Tony, I'm serious. I… I mean, Abby and I think something's wrong. Not-" Abby stole the conversation.

"Not just the Ziva staying in Tel Aviv part. Me and Tim were trying to find out where she went after she left, so we hacked Mossad-"

It was Tony's turn to interrupt. "You can do that and not get killed?"

"Torchwood." Tim and Abby said in unison. She continued, "Anyways, Ziva was sent to track down a terrorist in Somalia, named Saleem Ulman. She boarded a cargo ship bound for the Horn of Africa and that's where we loose her."

"How can I help?" Tony asked, quite sure where they were going with this, but hoping he was wrong.

"We need you to get intel from NCIS agents in Somalia as well as help us find the Damocles, because after it leaves port, there is no trace of it." McGee said.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do." They traded good byes and hung up.

"Ziva, where are you?" he asked the thin air.

Somalia, Horn of Africa

The room was bare, only a couple chairs and a dirt floor. The door look like it was made of a heavy wood. Sand soaked air floated around, the humidity at its lowest.

The door opened. A man, dark skinned as many middle eastern natives. He had a knife. He was after answers.

He grabbed her chin, turning Ziva David's face toward his. "Tell me everything you know about NCIS and Torchwood."

A/N: Next chapter coming soon, really excited about it. I deliberated with myself for half a day to end the first chapter by mirroring the Season 6 finale or not. I did.

Kudos if you caught the wink in the AN. Again, if you haven't read Helen's AU, at least skimming Now Comes the Night should explain most of what's going on, you're going to probably get really lost, really quick if you haven't already. For the record, cause at this point I don't know how well I get around to explaining the OCs in the fict, Chris and Juliet are the lab techs hired to replace the guy who replaced Abby after she left. The last guy got scared off when possible 'terrorists' kicked him out of his lab and later beat up some guards. Wyn, actually Wyndi, is a computer tech person but she isn't as geeky as McGee or her former, Keating. I realize that Helen has a character named Wendy, but I liked this spelling and wanted to use it, very Welsh looking. Anyways, if you didn't pick up on it, Langer does work for Tony, and didn't get killed off by Lee and Palmer is obviously the medical examiner now. Sorry for the long ANs, I just want to get this written and publish before I loose my muse. Maybe I'll go back later and explain some more about the characters. Bye. Please R&R.