Disclaimer: I do not own either Primeval or NCIS, or anything else I might mention throughout the fic if I forget to add it up here.
Cinn: This is what I get for my stupid imagination. Plans for a weird Primeval/NCIS crossover, or even Primeval/NCIS/Dr Who crossover. The latter of which would be easier as it allows me to literally merge time and space, however that makes it too complicated, and I think I can manipulate time and space enough with the anomalies. *grins innocently*
This is going to be set at a generic time around the end of series 5 of NCIS, and a generic beginning of series 3 primeval time setting.
It missed, and not for the first time that morning. Ziva glanced up in annoyance as Tony barely aimed another screwed up piece of paper at the bin next to her desk again. "What are you doing?" She demanded.
"Being bored." Tony replied, throwing another piece, and Ziva kicked the bin to make sure it caught it this time. "Whoa, do that again." He added, and screwed up another piece.
"Throw another piece and I swear I will kill you."
"You also threatened to kill me with a paper clip and a spoon, I think we've tamed you down to threats by now." Tony replied.
"I wouldn't try her, Tony." McGee spoke up, not even looking up from the computer screen as he continued typing.
Tony looked at McGee. "Probie, if she was going to kill me, she'd have done it a long time ago." He stated calmly. "Isn't that right, Ziva?" He added, turning back around to look at her, and barely had time to notice the empty desk before and then seconds later he was seeing the world sideways, and McGee grinning to himself as he carried on with his work.
Ziva leaned in to his ear. "Tony, I haven't killed you yet because I don't have diplomatic immunity, but I can't promise anything if you carry on annoying me." She stated, and then twisted his arm a little further before releasing him and going back to her own desk, and Tony sat up again rubbing the side of his face.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, McProbie." Tony stated. "Or I'll come over there and smack it off for you."
McGee said nothing, and carried on grinning anyway, knowing that if Tony did, Gibbs would walk along and smack him for it. That was the one advantage of being the geeky one that got everything done, the boss would defend you in a weird kind of way. Even if it was 'inappropriate behaviour'.
"Paper work really does suck." Tony complained to himself, and both Ziva and McGee noted that it wasn't for the first time that morning.
"I'd rather be doing paper work than investigating murders."
"Investigating is far more interesting."
"Yes, but I'd rather not have people die to provide us a job." McGee explained.
"Fair point." Tony agreed.
A silence fell over the team again as their focus went back to their work. Especially when Gibbs returned with his coffee not long later. The time was passing slowly, and at various points they all made an excuse to head away for a few minutes, passing by Abby's lab just to find out what she was up to. She was as bored as them, and was redecorating, or more rather moving around all her decorations.
They also found themselves getting excited every time someone's desk phone rang. It was mid-afternoon, just as Ziva was returning to her desk after a quick break that the call came in. Even she found herself hurrying back to her desk slightly in anticipation. "We've got a dead navy officer in England."
"We're going to England?" Tony asked excitedly.
Meanwhile in the City of London, the ARC team were just finishing off their current jobs and about to head home. Jenny had just wandered into the Ops area on her way to drop a report off to Lester when she'd bumped into Connor and they'd got talking, and Abby had joined them not long after. It was during this conversation that the alarms went off. Connor ran towards the detector and started madly typing away. "It's at the docks." He stated, as Cutter appeared in the doorway having clearly just run there, and Captain Becker wasn't far behind him.
It wasn't a long drive, as they'd just missed the rush hour having slightly longer hours than everyone else. When they arrived they all climbed out of the cars, the soldiers were quickly organised by Becker to seal off a perimeter and to evacuate the immediate area. The rest of them all followed the detectors to try and find the anomaly.
Suddenly, Abby stopped, and as Connor opened his mouth to ask why she shushed him. "Did you hear that?" She asked after a few moments of intense listening.
"Hear what?" Connor asked, and no one else seemed to have heard anything.
"I thought I heard something, sounded like footsteps." She added.
"Maybe it was Becker or the soldiers?" Jenny suggested.
"Maybe." Abby agreed, though she didn't seem convinced. They were just setting off another another moment of listening when the detectors beeped.
"It's closed." Connor stated, looking up from his detector and around at the group.
"Well let's hope nothing came through." Cutter stated. "We'll search the area, Abby, I want you looking out for tracks." He added. The bleach blonde nodded and they set off in the direction they were going.
"Professor!" Came a shout, it was Becker, and they ran towards the shout. They all stopped dead when they rounded a container to face the scene. Becker and one of his soldiers were stood next to a body in uniform, a body that had been half torn to shreds. No one needed to state that he was dead, it was painfully obvious. Jenny was instantly on her phone, explaining to Lester.
"Becker, I want the perimeter sealed, now. And no one touches the body without gloves and they only touch it to try and get an identification and they take pictures before they do it." She ordered, her bossy nature kicking in in an instant, just before Lester picked up his phone.
Connor had a pair of gloves in his bag and Cutter took them. "Do we have a camera?" Abby asked.
"There's one in the car." Cutter replied. Abby nodded and went to get it, it didn't take her long to return, by which point Becker was also back from making sure the perimeter was sealed. Abby set to taking pictures, and then Cutter went to try and find the dog tags, staying in the area around the body with the least blood, which was fairly difficult, for which Abby continued to snap pictures for, showing where they'd been.
Jenny tiredly agreed to something Lester was saying and then asked him to hold on. "Do we know which force he's from?" She asked, not even moving the phone from where it was to stop Lester hearing.
"The uniform's American Navy." Becker replied, Jenny nodded and relayed the message to Lester.
After a few more tired sounding agreements Jenny put the phone down. "Well that's made Lester's day, he gets to argue with the Director of NCIS over rights and secrets and god knows what else." She commented. "Where's the creature now then?" She added, looking around. Cutter had just stood up again after retrieving the name of their victim. "Becker?" Jenny asked. "I assume you searched the area."
"My men are doing that now." He explained.
"Ok." Jenny decided. Then noticed a ship leaving from the dock on the other side of the bay. "I need to find out about the traffic from here." She decided. "No one touches anything else until we're given permission from whoever gets custody!" She added sharply, turning on her heel and whipping her phone out again.
"It's been a while since she's been this bossy." Connor muttered.
"Can't blame her, given the situation." Abby replied, having now stopped taking pictures. She only had pictures of the body before, during and after they'd been retrieving the dog tags
They'd all stood up, still looking at the body. "Well, what do we do know?" Abby asked.
"We find the creature, and hope we don't have to do anything else that requires crime scene skills, as we don't have any." Cutter replied. Just as Becker's men returned to report that they'd found no creature.
"Maybe it went back?" Connor asked.
"Wherever it's gone, it's left the body." Abby stated. "Which means something scared it away." She smiled her greeting as Jenny reappeared.
Jenny slid her phone shut and repocketed it. "Right, we're not allowed to move or touch anything and we need to protect it from the weather." She added, glancing upwards. "We look to have some time before it starts raining again." She decided. "But I want it waterproof as soon as possible." She added, giving them all a specific look, and turned to head off.
"Then what?" Becker asked.
"Then NCIS come and take over and treat it as a crime scene." Jenny explained, stopping to turn back to them. "They'll arrive tomorrow morning. For now, they don't need to know about anomalies. Until their Medical Examiner decides that it's definitely a creature that killed him, they don't need to know anything, after that Lester's going to be even angrier than he already is." She added, firmly.
"I don't doubt that." Connor muttered. "Though I'd quite liked to have watched that conversation." He added as an afterthought as they set to protecting the crime scene from the weather. Becker getting nitpicky about how wide the area they had to waterproof was, which meant Jenny was on the phone a while longer, whilst resolved in Lester deciding to get his staff basic crime scene training.
From then on it was a waiting game until the NCIS agents arrived in the morning, and so they left the soldiers on guard and headed back to the ARC, and then most headed home, and a few stayed behind to make at least a start on the paper work they'd just acquired
Cinn: I apologise for any out of characterness, I've not written a fic for either of these two fandoms before, so it might take a little while for it to start to settle into place. Please review. :)