AN: So I got this idea after browsing some crossovers and loved the idea. It especially works well with Granger's (or was it Hetty's?) comment about Nell having the highest IQ in the room. This will actually be a two-shot in my oneshot series. I'll post it as a second chapter, but altogether, this is the fifteenth story in my oneshot series. Enjoy! Reviews are loved and cherished!

Disclaimer: I own nothing in either of these two fandoms.

Nell Jones was sitting at a rooftop café table in downtown LA. She was rarely one to take time off when not on holiday, but Hetty had berated her once the Operations Manager found out that she pulled an all-nighter chasing a lead the previous week. Hetty had then informed Nell of the lunch reservation for two under Nell's name.

"For two? Who else is going? There's work to be done here."

Hetty gave Nell a knowing look, "The work can wait. We have no pressing cases currently, and if I'm not mistaken, Ms. Cameron in currently in Los Angeles. She has a layover before flying out to Virginia."

Nell's face broke into a grin, all concerns about leaving for lunch alleviated. "Abby's here?" she asked excitedly. At her Hetty's nod, the intelligence analyst raced out of OSP.

Nell was enjoying the California sun on the rooftop while trying to recall the last time that she seen her friend. It had been years since they both graduated from high school, and they had only met up a couple times since then. They hadn't meant to fall out of contact, but they were both busy working for federal agencies. It wasn't the same as talking, but Nell still kept tabs on her fellow alumna from Gallagher Academy; it helped that she had pretty high clearance and easy access to a federal database. She was also fairly confident that Abby did the same.

Nell was pulled out of her musings when a voice behind her said, "You know, there are fifteen places that a sniper could stake out to put a bullet through your head because you're in the rooftop seating."

Nell turned around and smirked at beautiful dark-haired women that had appeared, "Fourteen. The building to the southeast is due for demolition next week because the floors are too weak." When the new woman chuckled, Nell continued, "Besides, if they even got a shot off, they would have to deal with the not so innocuous Abigail Cameron."

The two women embrace and then took a step back to observe the other. "It's good to know that you're still on your toes, Nell," commented Abby once she was satisfied that Nell appeared well.

"I'm surrounded by undercover operatives all day at work; they keep me alert," the shorter woman replied with a smile. Nell paused, cocking her head, "How did you hurt your leg?"

Abby raised a single, perfectly manicured eyebrow, "What are you talking about?"

"The concealer on your left ankle. You may be able to lie flawlessly, hide a limp impeccably, and apply makeup exquisitely, but the sun does you no favors being this bright. It makes it too shiny. So," Nell reiterated, "how did you get hurt this time?"

Abby laughed, "Remind me again why you didn't go into the field? You're great at observation."

"Probably something to do with my computer skills and small stature."

"Because being short prevents agents from succeeding in the field," Abby replied sarcastically.

"Your ankle?" Nell prompted.

Abby sighed, "A Russian nationalist with ties to a terrorist group got a lucky hit when he was flailing about with a crowbar."

Nell snorted at Abby's irritated tone, "And what did you do to elicit such a violent response?"

The other woman shrugged, "I stole his briefcase and coffee. He got upset that I was trying to take documents that could discredit several high ranking officials."

"A natural reaction. I'm more of a tea drinker myself, but I understand the violent response to someone trying to steal my drink," Nell replied with a grin. "Besides the Russian, how are you doing? Are you with the Secret Service or the CIA right now?"

"Technically the CIA, but I'm now on leave to help out Rachel at Gallagher," answered Abby. She smiled slightly, "It's kind of nice being back there, lots of good memories."

"Your sister's Headmistress there now, right," Nell murmered.

"What about you?" Abby countered. "Still at NCIS?"

Nell couldn't help the smile that stole across her face, "Yeah, I am. It's good for me. I've really found a good job with good people." Nell shifted her gaze to city around them. "They're less like coworkers and more like family. I know that most of us alumna from Gallagher went on to the CIA, but I really found a home at NCIS."

Abby nodded and rested a hand on the other woman's hand, "Then that's what matters. You know that your sisters at Gallagher will always have your back, but having some people a little bit closer is good too."

The two women were interrupted when Nell's phone chirped. The CIA agent gave her an understanding look as Nell answered the phone. She listened for a moment and then replied, "I'll be there in ten minutes."

As Nell hung up the phone, Abby shook her head, "Tsk, tsk. Ten minutes? That's so vague, Nell. It seems that you are losing your touch."

The NCIS intelligence analyst laughed as the pair stood, "So I lied. It'll be 7 minutes 45 seconds give or take 15 seconds depending if light is red outside of OSP. Only my bosses know that I went to a high school for female spies, the rest of the team doesn't."

Abby and Nell embraced again. "I'll be at Gallagher for the next several months. If you're in Virginia…" Abby trailed off leaving the statement open.

Nell smiled, "I'll definitely see what I can do. Now, duty calls. Crimes never stop in LA."

Abby nodded, "It doesn't seem to stop anywhere."