A/n this has the possibility to become a full blown fic but I'll leave it for now. Review if you want me to continue. With five reviews I'll keep adding to it but otherwise it's just a little humour that came to me in the shower…..what it Gibbs had a daughter and what if she worked with Flack and the others in New York….?

What if her father was called to work with her team? Totally AU everyone knows that Gibbs' only child is dead and CSI: NY doesn't need a profiler but hey it's mine.

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this runs on ships DannyLindsay FlackOC TonyZiva and McGeeAbby and maybe some MacStella if I expand it.

NYC Crime lab

Danny yawned. This wasn't the first time he'd worked non stop for nearly two days but this was certainly his hardest case. It seemed that even in winter's Icelandic temperatures people were dropping left and right in New York City…. Well courting couples were at least and the whole lab was being run in circles by their killer. He took his glasses off and laid them beside him on the messy desk.

"Just a couple of minutes, just to get my focus again….." His head drooped onto the scene photos.

Lindsay hurried though the elevator doors with two Styrofoam cups. She was so desperate to get the steaming hot liquid back to Danny before they both fell asleep on the job, she didn't see Don Flack striding down the hall towards her.

Stella had been reprocessing evidence, when from behind her came a spectacular crash. She spun on her heel, startled. Looking though the glass walls she surveyed the scene in front of her. Lindsay and Flack lay entangled on the ground, both steaming slightly. Confused she walked out, passed the various lab techs that just stood there and gawked.

"Herm, guys? You're steaming…" she trailed off, trying not to laugh.

Flack stood up and looked at her. He turned back to Lindsay grinning.

"That desperate to have coffee Linds?" he remarked as he gave he a hand up. "Well at least I have a spare shirt in your office then"

"Well in case you haven't noticed I haven't slept in a while, neither has Danny and now our coffees' all over you Flack" she grumbled good naturedly. "Anyway I didn't see you looking where you were going"

"That could be because I just saw him coming from a particular criminal profiler's office. A particular criminal profiler that our young Flack here seems to be quite besotted with….." Stella interjected. Lindsay and Stella both roared with laughter.

"Not funny" Flack said though gritted teeth. "Now can we go get me a shirt…?"

Lindsay and Flack wandered down the hall, Lindsay still giggling. They reached the door of Lindsay and Danny's shared office, Lindsay peered inside and waved at Flack to come closer but stay quiet. There with his head on the desk snoring and slightly drooling was Danny Messer- office heart throb and macho man- asleep with a teddy bear.

They shut the door slightly as a lab tech Adam went barrelling past ignoring their smothered laughter. Mac Taylor was just leaving his office to see if Stella had something new for him when Adam a lab tech approached him with the five words he'd been waiting to hear.

"I think I found something"

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NCIS Head quarters

Tony DiNozzo leant back on his chair. It was an easy day for his team today. No cases just boring old paperwork. He picked up the walled up piece of paper sitting on his desk and launched it at the desk opposite. Tony's partner Ziva David caught it with out looking up or even flopping her brown hair into her eyes.

"Tony."

"Yes?"

"You are aware that you do actually have to do that paperwork not just throw it at me?"

"He is, Ziva." Leroy Jethro Gibbs came around the corner into the bullpen. Gibbs sat down at his desk and pulled out his own paperwork. The trio sat in silence for about ten minutes before Timothy McGee came running around the corner.

"Sorry--" The apology died on his lips as he spotted the look on Gibbs' face. The boss man was not happy.

"Just get to work McGee"

"Yes sir- I mean Gibbs."

The phone on Gibbs' desk began to ring saving the probationary agent any further reprimand.

"Gibbs"

"Jethro, Mac Taylor here."

"Mac, long time to see old friend'

"Too true old buddy. Well that could change now."

"Whatcha mean"

"I'm with the New York Crime Lab and our latest case falls in your jurisdiction. We need you and your team here to work with us on this one. We'll pay for flights and I'll fill you in on the case when you get here. Bring your team"

"Even our forensic scientist and ME?" The smile in Gibbs' voice was clear to his old friend.

"Why not? We could use a new perspective. See you in 24 hours"

In the same military move they hung up. Gibbs turned to his bewildered team. Tony with a smart assed comment on his lips, Tim looking slightly scared and Ziva smiling.

"You have six hours to pack and be at the airport. We're off to New York. McGee tell Ducky and Abby"

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NYC Crime Lab.

Mac turned to his assembled team. Lindsay and Danny asleep on the couch, Stella clutching the brown sludge the lab called coffee, Hawks and Flack snoozing on each other's shoulders.

"Mac, I think I speak for everyone when I say I hope this better not be about another dead couple or a review of evidence….." Stella trailed off into a yawn.

Mac laughed. "No, Stella this meeting is to tell you to go home and get a few hours sleep. We have help coming thanks to a link Adam found. So you all get eight hours to go home, sleep and be back here."

Even Danny sat bolt up right at that.

The airport in Washington DC.

Ziva had gone home, grabbed her repacked bag and arrived at the airport two hours earlier than everyone else. Gibbs had arrived two hours later and Tony twenty minutes after that with their friendly ME, Donald Mallard aka Ducky. Even later than Tony and Ducky came McGee and Abby, their forensic scientist. Gibbs took one look at the hen pecked look on McGee's face and spoke.

"Don't explain McGee, we have a plane to catch."

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On the plane

"So boss why are we off to New York?" Tony flipped lazily though an in flight magazine.

Gibbs frowned. "I can't give you the details- I don't even know. All I know is we have a case and need to see a man about a dog."

"A dog? Surely that would only require one man, or two if the dog was particularly strong?" Ziva piped up. Unfortunately the beautiful Israelii Mossed officer still hadn't gotten a grip on queer English expressions. Questions like this were a frequent occurrence in the office.

"It's an expression Zee-vaa" Tony whinged.

"Silence you two." Gibbs snapped and leaned back in his chair. He hated economy flights.

The team landed at JFK airport forty five minutes later, only to be received by Mac Taylor himself. The ex-marine and Gibbs launched themselves at each other, hugging. The NCIS team stood behind them dumbfounded. Their big tough boss laughing and hugging……

Gibbs turned to his team and laughed. "Mac this is my team: Senior Agent Anthony Dinozzo…."

"Yo"

"…..Officer Ziva David of Mossed…."

"Hello Detective"

"……. Probationary Agent Timothy McGee…."

"Umm…."

"…………Forensic scientist Abby Suitco……."

"Hello"

"……..and Dr Donald Mallard our ME….'

"Greetings young man…."

"…..Everyone this is Mac Taylor. He's a detective here in New York and needs our help on a case. He's also the man that saved my life in Desert Strom in '91 and godfather to my youngest daughter, Charlotte."

Mac inwardly smiled at the effect his old buddy's words had on the NCIS team. Each seemed startled and shocked about one thing or another except Dr Mallard who was quietly smiled as if everything had become clear.

"Boss- a daughter ---"

"You needed your life saved?!?!? And yes he's got a daughter don't you read files?"

"Wow a daughter. How old?"

"Shut it you lot. Time enough for questions later. Mac, shall we?" Gibbs glared at his team. "We have a case"

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NYC Crime Lab

The almost entire CSI: NY team stood assembled in the break room, well with the exclusion of Danny Messer who was asleep on Lindsay's shoulder, snoring loudly in her ear. Stella glanced once around the room, everyone was here bar Flack and their new Criminal Profiler. She had an idea where they were and if they didn't get here soon there would be hell to pay with Mac.

Flack skidded to a stop outside the break room, and entered. Stella's eyes visibly lightened at the sight of her best friend. Thankfully Mac wasn't here yet. The tension in the room was running hot wired and only Danny in his partially comatose state was still. Lindsay rapped her knuckles lightly against the table while Flack and Hawkes paced together until they team heard what they'd been waiting for, several sets of boots coming down the corridor. Mac stepped into the break room closely followed by the strangest assortment of people any of the CSI's had ever seen.

Not one to mess around Mac made the introductions with Marine like efficiently and continued without stopping into why the NCIS team was in Washington.

"Yesterday Adam brought me some useful information. This case is NCIS jurisdiction because our killer maybe escaped Marine Petty Officer Harvey Johnstone. Officer Johnstone was convicted of the murders of his ex-girlfriend and her new lover three years ago but on the way to prison Johnstone escaped. He has been on the run ever since. Adam thinks the bullet from the gun that killed our latest victims is the same as the one Johnstone was seen buying two weeks ago." Mac finally took a breath when they heard the clack of high heels coming around the corner. Appearing in the doorway was a tall auburn haired woman. Her skirt and blazer were perfectly tailored and her high heels were in prime condition. Her auburn hair was pulled back off her face in a ponytail and her grey eyes looked over her square glasses. The only jewellery she wore was a small heart locket on a gold chain.

NCIS special agent Gibbs turned white but Ducky passed by him and smiled at the new comer.

"Charlotte dear, you look lovely, just like your mother. I see you finally made the state of New York's criminal profiler." He kissed her on both cheeks and grasped one of her long white hands in both of his. "You're mother would be proud"

A/N and that's where it ends… mainly because I have no ideas to continue this. Give me some and I'll finish it…. And we all know how to do that… You feed my review bunny. I've posted this as CSI NY because most of the action occurs there. Have fun and rock on.

KM