The Bookstore.
NCIS/Bones X-over drabble. Brennan and McGee, whoops, sorry Gemcity, friendship
NCIS belongs to CBS. Bones belongs to Fox. Plotbunnies are mine, though.
Rating; G
Summary: Two authors, who absolutely do not write true crime, at a book signing.
Author's Note: This drabble feels like it wants to be part of a larger x-over casefic, which I don't have the time or the talent to write. Any good mystery plotters from either fandom wanna team up? Message me!
Murph
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"True Crime Spectacular Book Signing!" the giant banner proclaimed, nearly dwarfing the two tables beneath it.
"But I write fiction!" McGee muttered. He began helping the bookstore staff unload stacks of the latest L.J. Tibbs novel from their boxes. He had heard there was going to be another mystery author signing with him, but his agent hadn't told him who. He looked over at her stacks of books. Temperance Brennan. "Cool!" He was definitely a fan of her writing. She clearly did research to make her forensic science and crime scene investigation look real. He arranged a handful of sharpies in a neat row.
A few moments later, an auburn-haired woman hurried in. She scowled at the banner. "I write fiction!" she protested, to nobody in particular.
"You must be Temperance Brennan," McGee offered a hand he hoped wasn't clammy. Don't babble he told himself. Be Gemcity cool.
"Call me Tempe. You're Mr. Gemcity?"
"Call me, uh, Thom." This was really too weird. "I'm actually a huge fan of yours!" He smiled.
She smiled. "Thank you, Thom. I haven't read yours yet. I don't actually read novels. My partner and some of my colleagues do, though."
Although he was disappointed, McGee tried to shrug it off. "Here, let me give you one to take to work." He whipped out a pen and signed his name with a flourish.
"Thank you. My partner will enjoy it."
Long lines of fans were beginning to form. McGee settled down to the rhythm of chatting with fans and trying not to let the fame, or the highlighter fumes, go to his head.
Beside him, and faced with a line he was disappointed to note was much longer, Brennan did the same.
McGee's cell phone rang. He picked it up. "Got a case, McGee!" came Gibbs' growl. McGee stared at his phone, and the line of fans. Rotten timing. He sighed, stood, and began apologizing as he packed up.
He heard a phone ring next to him. "You found a skeleton? I'll be right there."