Disclaimer: I don't own either show, I didn't ask permission from either shows owners but both seasons have ended so they won't be missed till September at the earliest. I'll have them back by then promise!!! A few of the lines I may have taken from the actual shows because they just fit so well with the story. I don't own those either. I freely admit to all the above mentioned so please, don't sue me!
Warning: Author has taken certain liberties with the laws of nature.
A/N: My mission, if I chose to accept it was to cross NCIS with House. It didn't matter who if anyone was de aged. I accepted my mission and here is what I came up with. Mission given by Sparx so this is for her
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NCIS in the House
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Chapter one
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Ziva sighed and wiped the back of her hand over her sweaty brow as she tried to concentrate on her paper work through the awful oppressive heat. She had grown up in Israel and even she found the office, sans air-conditioning, far too hot.
Poor Tony, who had not her conditioning of living most her life in a desert, looked to be swimming in a pool of his own sweat.
"Why did the air-conditioning have to go and break today? The one day in the last 3 weeks we are actually stuck in the office with no case!" He whined grabbing a handful of melting ice from the cup on his desk and shoving it down the front of his own shirt.
"Yes. It is so hot you could fry an egg on the skillet." Ziva agreed.
"The sidewalk Ziva, it's so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk." Tony corrected with a roll of his eyes.
"Why would anyone want to fry an egg on the sidewalk? That is so unsanitary." She said scrunching her nose.
"How long have you been in America?" Tony asked in exasperation before adding "Assimilate already!!!" which was exclaimed, complete with shaking his head and frustrated sigh.
Any retort Ziva had was cut off by a man wearing an air-conditioner repair uniform, pointing a gun right at her and shouting loudly in Arabic.
Apparently the guards had not checked the tool boxes well enough, they had not thought to look for false bottoms, which were present and happened to be lined with lead to prevent the gun's being picked up by the x-ray machines.
Ziva, as highly trained as she was, was unable to predict a second gunman shooting her in the back as she took the first one down…
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House could hear the clickity clack of Cuddy's heels marking her eminent approach and he frantically hit the 'door close' button on the elevator console.
He fidgeted a bit silently urging the doors to close faster, and just as they were about to slide completely shut a well manicured hand that he would recognize anywhere, shot in causing it to spring back open and Cuddy slid into the elevator next to him.
"I have a case for you." She said matter of factley, handing him the patient file she had been holding just as the elevator doors closed.
He groaned, but seeing he was now trapped at least until they reached the 4th floor, he flipped the file open and skimming through the first page.
"She was shot… diagnostically very boring." House insisted shoving the file folder back at her as he quickly made for the finally open door of the elevator.
"Besides losing blood she also lost about 30 years." Cuddy added just as House was about to leave the elevator.
House raised an eyebrow and yanked the folder back from her before limping off without saying so much as another word. If he had looked back he would have been awfully perturbed by the triumphant smile that played on Lisa's lips.