Boy meets Boy

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs arrived with a sour look. Donald "Ducky" Mallard followed at his heel walking up to the yellow tape hanging in front. He knew Jethro hated coming to Baltimore and it amused him to no end that this was a case that had sparked an interest in the ex-marines mind. It had always amazed Ducky that any type of case with an odd twist seemed to get to Jethro. Still, a case was a case and as they were about to lift the tape up and walk up to the Petty Officer currently lying face down in the ground. They hadn't been told much about the case except that the killer had struck before in the same area and that it just happened to be a dead naval officer this time.

Just as they followed this action a man with spiky brown hair and a size of about 6 ft strode up to them. He was well built and had dark expressive eyes.

"Hold on a minute" He jumped the last step to match Gibbs' long stride that didn't flinch at all for one moment. "Can I help you?"

Gibbs paused and turned to face the only slightly taller man and gazed at him. The only response given to the intense stare was a slight tilt in the head which surprised Ducky. Most people backed down and seemed to shrink a little, even more so when Gibbs was in a foul mood.

"NCIS" was the short answer given.

"Ah. I figured it wouldn't be long before you turned up," The detective stuck out his hand. "The name is Detective Anthony DiNozzo. Call me Tony." Gibbs shook the outstretched hand.

"Special Agent Jethro Gibbs. This is Dr. Donald Mallard."

"Please, call me Ducky." Tony shook the doctor's hand and noticed how it was much gentler than the first.

"It's a pleasure. So, let me guess NCIS want Jurisdi-"

"DINOZZO!" Tony rolled his eyes upwards. A lumpy man waddled up towards the trio. He had a slightly bald head with some hair in a ring around it. He was clearly in his late 40's and had eaten a few too many donuts. "Who is this?"

"Captain Turner," Tony gestured to the special agents, "NCIS' special agent Gibbs and Dr. Donald Mallard"

"NC- what?" The larger man said with a scowl. Gibbs couldn't stay quiet for much longer.

"Naval Criminal Investigative Service." He pointed at the body. "That over there is a dead naval officer and so we have primary jurisdiction."

"It's also in Baltimore. Meaning we have jurisdiction." Turner objected. Gibbs released a sigh. This is why he hated Baltimore.

Ducky watched on in anticipation. He noticed that the young detective was staring ridiculously at the lumpy man and this once again amused Ducky. It would be interesting to see these two seemingly completely different personalities working together. The light bulb flicked above his head.

"Share jurisdiction." He stated. Gibbs turned quickly on his oldest friend with wide eyes and the other two just stared at him. A grunt broke the silence coming from Captain Turner as acknowledgement. He turned and sided away leaving the three once again. Gibbs once again turned back to the detective.

"Fine. YOU alone stay on this case."

"Great…" Tony mumbled under his breath.

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Yes this was going to be interesting alright, Ducky thought. They had spent the day shooting the scene and packing the body away ready to be taken to Washington. During the time, DiNozzo had filled them in about the case. The dead petty officer, name; Petty Officer Hank Bridges, had been killed with a gunshot to his back. Tony had told them that there had been 3 killings done the same way in one month and they had run out of leads. It was only when this body had turned up, did they regain any hope of catching the killer. The detective had been lead on the case from the beginning and each killing was odd in that the gun had been pushed against the victims back when they were already on the floor, indicating there was no struggle. Yes, it certainly was an odd one. Still, no doubt, Gibbs would find an answer.

I bet Abby is clutching that hippo of hers right now. Poor girl, she loves Gibbs to bits. Ducky imagined her now, holding the animal in one hand and a caff-pow in the other. I wonder what she will make of Anthony when she sees him. I wonder what Anthony will make of Abby when he sees her. He chuckled lightly at the thought as he wheeled the officer into the back of the truck.

Ducky walked around the large truck and found Anthony bringing up the camera and sketch book.

"Come on then Anthony. Get in."

"Sure thing." Tony climbed into the truck and shimmied over to sit in the middle. Ducky climbed in to the other side as they waited for Gibbs to get in the drivers seat. "Say Ducky. You from Scotland, right?"

"Indeed I am. Did the accent give it away?"

"Are you kidding? Sean Connery, the best James Bond ever to live. Gosh, I love those films." He gave Ducky a warm smile as Gibbs got in.

"By the way Anthony, my boy. I would advise holding on."

Gibbs grinned maliciously as he pulled out of the car park. Getting on to the main road he twisted the steering wheel so they did a U-turn in the middle with car horns and screaming mothers shouting out their windows.

"Help me." Tony looked up towards the sky as they drove down highway 95.

Ducky chuckled slightly. "You get used to it after a few weeks. Don't worry." Tony looked at him questionably but the expression quickly changed to shock as another turn was made rapidly.

"You alright DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, attempting to hold in a smirk whilst noticing his on-loan-colleague looking white.

"Never been better." He twisted his neck to look at Gibbs. "Thanks for asking" He replied sarcastically.

Gibbs carried on as if nothing had been said. At least he has some backbone, thought Gibbs. Normally anyone that worked with him was terrified of what might happen. Whether or not what they say will have consequences. This DiNozzo character seemed to not care. Good trait in a detective, thinking about it, he's probably a good undercover agent too. Gibbs continued to think as they drove for a while.

"Come on. Is this place like on the other side of the country or something?" the young detective moaned.

"DiNozzo. For the second time, no. HQ is not on the other side of the country. If you're so bored wake up Ducky."

Ducky, somehow with Gibbs driving, had managed to fall asleep after 30 minutes.

"He's sleeping like a dinosaur though. How he fell asleep I will never know. Maybe the rocking se-"

Tony was cut off as Gibbs hit the accelerator and once again drove like a mad man. Tony was thrown about only being held in by his strong seatbelt. Unfortunately, as he was sat in the middle, the belt only went around his waist and so it didn't take long for him to feel sick.

"Urgh Gibbs…" He covered his mouth with his hand.

"DiNozzo if you even think of spewing in this van you can clean it yourself with a cloth." Gibbs replied smoothly.

Tony looked sideways at Ducky who, against all scientific laws, was still sleeping soundly. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut to try and get himself under control. Suddenly the car jerked forward as it screeched to a halt. Ducky blinked a few times and slowly stretched lifting his head off the door. He cricked his neck a few times than turned towards Gibbs. Instead he found himself looking directly into the very wide-eyed, very pale DiNozzo.

"Oh dear Anthony. Let's get out shall we." Ducky unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out. He was swiftly followed by a detective running over to the bushes. Gibbs came around the car and met Ducky.

"Have a good sleep doctor?"

"Yes thank you Jethro." He gave a heartily smile at Gibbs who just laughed out loud.

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