NCIS/Criminal Minds Crossover.
Not sure what kind of pairing leading into this… mostly because I don't ship anyone from the shows together. Maybe some flirting, but no major love interests. I ship mostly show to show.
One point to make: I'm running this on the idea that the Doyle/Prentiss thing never happened. I want Emily a part of this, without major complications!
First Crossover! I'm trying here, people. Mostly, ignore my rambles. Enjoy the reading!
The elevator made its dinging sound, and Ziva walked into the NCIS bullpen thinking about the case they were working on. It was another serial killer… realistically, it was incredibly rare to get a second one so soon after the Port-to-Port killer, but she supposed no serial killer would wait a considerable amount of time after another to start killing.
"Well, Tony, nice of you to… what is it, exactly, you are doing?" She looked at him strangely, squinted a bit and walked behind her desk to put her coffee down.
"If you must know, my poor car broke down and I had to take a taxi to work this morning. It was one of the worst moments of my life." Tony continued to sprits himself with a bottle of… something, and McGee looked up from the keyboard he was typing at.
"The cabbie smelled horrible. It was vaguely reminiscent of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air…" Tony had walked out from behind his desk and moved towards Ziva's. He quoted the opening theme to the show. "The license plate said, 'FRESH', it had a dice in the mirror!"
"Why would anyone choose to have their license plate say, 'fresh'?" Ziva wondered aloud.
"Grab your gear," Gibbs said, manifesting himself in the bullpen. "Serial killer dumped another marine this morning, and we gotta go clean up."
Pictures were being snapped of the body and the ground surrounding it. Number markers were being placed on the ground whenever something remotely suspicious popped up. Sure, the body was dumped in the woods, but just barely. Petty Officer Dranham was barely five feet from the road, but still partially hidden by a tree. Any passing car with an observant driver could have seen him.
"He's not very well hidden," McGee remarked.
"Thank you, McObvious," Tony retorted. "The question remains, why? I suppose he just wants us to find Dranham, but why?"
"We are not doing very well with this guessing game," Ziva said, interrupting the banter. "Gibbs, perhaps we should invest in some help for this case."
"Well, Ziva, what kind of help were you thinking of?" He stated it unemotionally, but looking at her with eyes that anticipated an answer.
"Well…" She proceeded with caution. She knew asking for help, especially for or with Gibbs, was swimming out into open waters. "I have recently read about a team that works for the FBI, and—"
"Nope, that does it," Tony said, cutting her off. "No way are we going to go diving into the alphabet soup. Besides, I don't think Fornell would be happy about us going to the FBI without going for his help."
"I don't want to be around to hear this," McGee said, and walked back towards the truck.
"DiNozzo, quiet for a minute. I want to hear what Ziva's thinking." Gibbs shocked everyone with that one spoken statement. Gibbs never asked for help. It was practically an unspoken rule.
Ziva cleared her throat. "As I was saying, this team does work profiling the behaviors of serial killers, rapists and kidnappers, and they may be able to help us with this." Ziva looked around at the silent faces that listened to her. "Perhaps pick up on something that we did not."
"The Behavioral Analysis Unit? Really?" Tony laughed. "We might as well get Ducky to look it over. He can profile, too, you know." Tony was clearly more against the idea of outside help than even Gibbs.
"Ducky already has a workload fit for three, and Palmer sometimes is frazzled with these things. I was just thinking that outside help could not hurt." Ziva found herself defending her point.
Gibbs broke his silence. "Maybe Ziva is right," he said. Tony stood, dumbfounded.
"Boss, since when do you ask for help?"
"Since it looks like we could sure use it, DiNozzo. How many bodies have we had in the last month?"
Tony just looked at him. "This makes seven," he muttered.
Gibbs turned to head back to the truck. He had a call to make. He didn't hesitate to slap DiNozzo upside the head on the way by, either.
"At least that means he's still Gibbs and not some weird clone," he remarked.
JJ walked through the BAU bullpen. "Guys, meeting in 10, got it? We have a new case."
"Is this the one we were consulted on in New York?" Prentiss was eager to get back on a case. They hadn't worked out in the field in a while.
"Nope. Sorry, Em. Turns out, these people need our help more than they do in New York. And, it's pretty local—up in DC."
"DC Metro wants us?" Reid looked up from the work he was doing in front of him.
"Nope, we were called in by another agency," JJ explained. "This takes priority."
"What arrogant agency called for us to help?" Morgan was getting curious.
"Wait for the meeting, children," JJ said playfully.
Once the team was in their seats, JJ clicked the remote and pictures of naval officers popped up on the screen. "Alright, NCIS called us in on this one."
"Navy cops?" Morgan snorted. "I figured they'd be the least likely to ask for help."
"Well, they need it." JJ clicked again, and more pictures popped up, this time of the bodies. "This morning they picked up their seventh body in three and a half weeks. Each had the same MO, stabbed nine times, in an 'X' formation in their stomachs. Each died of blood loss. Their team leader, Agent Leroy Gibbs, called us in. We'll all drive up and see what we can help them with."
"They haven't been able to catch anything yet, even with seven bodies," Reid observed. "This is a sophisticated unsub."
"Well, sophisticated or not, we're going to have to act fast, because these petty officers are dropping like flies," Hotch said.
"Most have been last seen at bars while in port," Rossi said. "But, none were intoxicated when they died. Their medical examiner seemed to do pretty detailed work."
Hotch looked up from the file. "Perhaps we should take Garcia with us. She might be able to help their forensic scientist, who seems to double as a technical analyst."
"I'll tell Garcia she should join the party," Prentiss said, standing up.
Hotch stood up, giving everyone their cue to do so, too. "We'll leave in an hour."
Not sure if I should continue. Anyone think it's a decent story line? Maybe? No? Alright. I'll write a little more and see where it goes.
