Disclaimer: I do not own CSI New York or NCIS.

AN: I'm kind of sequeling this with Taxi remade and Everything else is at the bottom. Basically, Reed is younger (around twenty) and is the biological son of Mac and Claire. For more info, read chapter 5 of Everything to fully understand.

Second AN: I don't know everything about NCIS, so please bear with me until I can get it checked out completely as I can. If anything's majorly wrong, tell me.

"Now, when I met Gibbs, I believe I was in the middle of sewing up a young corporal who had died of asphyxiation. He came down right when I was about to write up the report. Still uses the same words that he used then. 'What do you got for me, Ducky?' He says it better, of course," Donald 'Ducky' Mallard told the man next to him. He had taken a three day vacation for a conference in New York. Supposedly, it was to demonstrate new techniques, but he knew half of them already. Leaving young Palmer was a terrible mistake. He should be the one here, not me. At least it wasn't a total lost.

The man next to him laughed. "I think I first met Mac over the body of a dancer. I believe that the girl was made out to be killed over a lottery ticket that won seventeen thousand dollars, but a lot of people believed it to be seventeen million," Sid responded. He was at the conference to give a short demonstration on one of the techniques.

"What was the real cause?" Ducky was making his way over to the conference room for the next demonstration.

"I think it was wrong place, wrong time. The operator of the tram she was on was the actual target." Sid opened the door and held it open.

"Ahh, thank you. I don't know why I had to come to this. I know most of the techniques that they've shown. If really told, my assistant, Jimmy Palmer, is the one that needed to come and observe all the techniques." He walked down through the center aisle to the third row, where his seat was situated.

"Several of the assistants in the lab could use this." He was about to go back to his seat in the fifth row when he smelt something out of place. "I thought they were only using dummies for the demonstrations?"

Ducky took a whiff of the smell. "That does smell like the unsettling odor of decomposition." He stood up to follow the smell. Both of them followed the smell to the stage. There was a table without anything on it and traces of fake blood on the floor. They ignored it. Backstage, there were several fake bodies lying around, showing y-incisions and other ways of cutting up a body for autopsy.

Sid walked over to an area that had a broken light and hid the area in half shadow. There had been a leg sticking out of a curtain hanging around the area. He carefully pushed it aside and brought out a small flashlight. He shined it on a woman, around 30 years old with a scalpel sticking out of the chest. "It looks like someone wanted to practice."

Ducky came over. "Oh dear."

"Better call in the troops."

"There is a slight problem."

"What's that?"

"This is a navy lieutenant, one that Gibbs has been trying to track for the last three weeks since she's gone missing. Gibbs will insist on this case."

"Mac will want this. His town."

"Oh dear. Marine against Marine."

"No one's going to win."

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NCIS Headquarters

"Probie," Tony Dinozzo hissed at the man in the desk next to him. Gibbs wasn't at his desk and Tony considered it personal time until he showed up and smacked him for believing it was personal time.

Tim McGee raised his head from his computer. "What, Tony?"

"Why isn't Abby in the lab?"

"Personal reasons. She left yesterday right after work."

"Ah, personal reasons. Did she tell you?"

"I didn't ask."

"You didn't ask?" Tony walked over and stood in front of his desk. "We're investigators, Probie; we're supposed to ask."

"Personal reasons usually mean that you're not supposed to know, Tony," a third voice rang.

"I don't think I was asking you, Ziva." He turned to her for a millisecond. That's how long it took for Gibbs to come around the corner and smack Tony upside the head. "Boss?"

"It's Abby's business. Get your overnight bags," he commanded, going over to his desk.

"Where are we going?" McGee asked.

"New York. Ducky's conference just got a dead navy lieutenant."

"The one that went missing in the area three weeks ago?" Ziva questioned.

"One and the same. NYPD crime lab's refusing to let go of the scene."

"Why?" Tony asked.

"Their coroner was with Ducky when they discovered the body."

"Ah, a fight over territory. So, who's going to win, Boss?"

"We will."

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"Sid, you're going to the bodies now?" Stella joked as she walked under the yellow tape surrounding the scene. She walked over to Sid and Ducky, who were outside of the room with the body.

"No, no, the bodies are now traveling with me. May I introduce Doctor Mallard?" Sid flourished his hands to Ducky.

"Detective Stella Bonasera with the crime lab," she shook hands quickly.

"I've heard a great deal about your lab. Sid has told some fascinating stories about the crimes you've had."

"Oh really, which cases?"

"I believe he was talking about the Cabbie Killer cases that you had about six months ago. I tracked the case through the papers."

"Reed, Reed," Stella called, holding her gun in front of her. She entered the room that the killer had come from. She walked through carefully until hearing breathing coming from a side. She turned to see two tables set up. One was bare. Another had a computer facing Reed. He focused on the screen and didn't seem to hear her. "Reed." She walked over. She holstered her gun and brought out a pair of gloves. She shook his shoulder to get a response. When none came, she moved her hands to his shirt collar, which had been darkened by blood. He jumped and moved away from her hands and her. "Reed, Reed, it's me. It's Stella," she tried to calm. He just stared at her like a foreign object. The medic that they had brought along was in the room. Stella went over and whispered to her about his reaction, which warned the woman to not go close to his neck.

"Rough case on a lot of us," she mused.

"I would suppose so. Several deaths before you could catch him. We had a case like that a few years ago. A butcher was using the part of the naval cemetery to dump bodies after they had taken off parts. There were two people involved. One killed them and the other actually…"

"Okay, Doctor Mallard, Stella needs to get to the crime scene," Sid intervened, stopping his story.

"Hopefully, I can hear the rest of that story." Stella walked after that into the room. She went straight back to the stage and to the body. She was in the middle of photos when her phone started ringing. "Bonasera."

"It's Mac. Listen, Danny's with Lindsay for a doctor's appointment and Hawkes is at another crime scene. Adam's going to join you for photos only until I can get there. He doesn't have his full kit with him and he's coming in to help out."

"When should I expect him?"

"Ten minutes."

"What time should I expect you for dinner?"

She could almost feel Mac smiling through the phone. "I'm off at seven. I'll have dinner ready when you get home."

"Another round of your famous cheeseburgers?"

"Reed's convinced me to make something else."

"Should I thank Reed?"

"Why don't you see tonight?"

"Tonight it is." She couldn't believe the last few weeks. After the kiss, they have had a couple of date nights every week. Mostly, it was a movie night with Mac's cheeseburgers. They didn't want to go public. They couldn't. Mac was her boss; it was against rules. It would also make her a target for enemies of Mac's. Reed had already gotten a glimpse of that; which is why he wasn't mentioned as much as possible when the story that Mac had disappeared was printed. There was one time that they had gone out in public for pizza; no one had thankfully noticed them.

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Adam was only hoping the person he was with would understand. Mac just called him to help out with a body found at Sid's conference. It was his day off and he had been hanging out with an old friend from college. She was one of the only ones that knew about his father, since he had split a lot of details over his twenty-first birthday beers. Their tenth college reunion had brought her to New York, where she hung out with him for the three days that the events had been planned over.

"What was that about?" his friend asked. She hasn't changed a bit. Abby Sciuto may have gotten ten years older, but she still dressed like she was in college.

"I just got called in. Body at this conference."

"I'll come with."

"You don't have to."

"I think I know the conference. Is it the Medical Examiner one?"

Adam was surprised. "Yeah, you know it?"

"I know someone that's going to be there. I can just hang out with him until you're finished."

"All right." Adam got into his car while Abby went on about the guy she knew at the conference. "Wait, he goes by Ducky?"

"Yeah, to those that know him well enough. If he asks you to call him Ducky, you're in." Adam laughed and got to the scene within five minutes.

She was the first out. "Ducky!"

"Abigail, why are you here? It's alright, officer; I know her." Abby ducked under the tape to give him a hug.

"The guy I'm with just got called in for this case."

"Ah, yes, your college reunion."

"Anybody I would know?" Sid asked.

"Abigail, this is Sid Hammerback with the New York Crime Lab," Ducky introduced.

"Abby for short."

"Hey Sid, why are you here?" Adam asked, walking up with a silver case.

"Helped discover the body with Doctor Mallard."

"Please, call me Ducky."

"All right, I need to get inside. Nice meeting you." Adam walked away from the group and headed into the room. "Stella?"

"Back here, Adam," she called out. Adam moved to the front of the room and to the back of the stage. "All right, I need you to finish photographing and I may need you to help with handling the body. You've got gloves, right?"

"Yeah." For the next hour, Adam helped photograph what Stella found and what she pointed out. The ME assistants arrived to take the body and Adam was taking photos of where it had been. "What was under the head?"

Stella picked up an envelope where the head was. "I don't know. I'll pack it and open it at the lab." She looked up to see Mac walking down the aisle. "Got your full kit, Mac?"

"I've had it ever since I was able to go back to the lab."

"Glad to be out in the field again?" Adam asked.

"Very. I think Sinclair finally realized that Lindsay was going on leave soon and he would need me back in."

"Everyone needs you back in the field. You were starting to go off on the assistants," Stella noted.

"I was not going off on the assistants."

"You were yelling at one for not using triple gloves on a cotton swab."

"Okay, maybe I was going off on the assistants."

"Hey, if you two would like to continue your fight, I can always head out," Adam edged.

"Go back to your day, Adam," Mac ordered. Adam handed over the camera and left through the doors. "What do you have so far?"

"Body had a direct hit to the heart. There was an envelope underneath the head. I haven't opened it yet."

"Could it be the same person that kidnapped the three women last year?"

"It's possibly, but the person would have started back during the Cabbie Killer. I don't know of any reports about someone getting kidnapped and then murdered three weeks later."

"Maybe he didn't want to be upstaged by him."

"Then why not start until now?"

"There's a different reason. We've just got to figure out what it is."

"Who were the guy and girl standing next to Sid outside the room?"

"The guy is Doctor Mallard, another ME. I don't know who the girl is."

"Maybe Adam knew."

"Probably came with him. I didn't notice anyone else with them."

"Anything else with the scene?"

"Nothing appears to be set up. There's plenty of photos just in case we missed something." Stella gathered everything and exited at the same time as Mac.

Outside, they were putting their gear into the vehicle when a car pulled up alongside them. An older man with graying hair got out of the driver's seat. A woman got out of the passenger's seat. "Are you the people that just processed this crime scene?" the man asked.

Mac evaluated the guy. Federal, with a hard background. Possibly Marine. "Detective Mac Taylor, what can I do for you?"

He flashed a badge. "Special Agent Gibbs. Your victim is a Navy Lieutenant and I'm taking over this investigation."

Marine versus Marine. Oh boy.

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