TF + NCIS Crossover - Traitors within

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or Transformers or any other named brands, but there are a few original characters that are mine. Any localtions or chracters are fictional and don't portray real people.

Plot: The NCIS team is investigating a double homicide outside D.C. and bumped into a armored-claded soldier revealing to them a bigger asspect towards their case.

Author's Note: You might end up laughing beacuse of the goofy humor. If you don't get it the first time, reread it a few more times. Sorry for any delay, I had to do a major overhaul on this story.

Enjoy.

Notable character pairings

Sam Witwicky/Mikaela Banes

Leo Spitz/Carly Spencer

Kicker Jones/Ziva David (Original pairing concept)

Ch 1

Outskirts of Washington, DC, Midnight

It was the turn of the seasons from winter to spring, but still cold. At the U.S. Marine Metro district where a small group of marines just signed off for a 7-day leave. They were going to stop by a local diner before parting ways. All were laughing, joking around, acting human again. As they were walking, a black Mustang cop car is parked around the corner with 2 officers inside, or so it seem.

Lt. Leonard "Lion" Daniels strechs out an arm. "Ah, finally, a few days without orders barked at ya. Isn't that a good thing, Tailor?"

"Yeah Lt., that's a first because it's usually you that bark the orders at us." Pvt. Milo "Needle" Tailor replied.

Sgt. Oliver "Scoop" Spade shook his head a little bit in disapproval. "Oh no, you've done it now, rookie."

The others tried to hide thier laughter while Daniels with a serious look on his face stands within 6 inches away from the Private's face. "Are you trying to be funny, Tailor?"

Pvt. Tailor is getting a bit nervous. "N..No, sir. No..I mean...I meant it in a light-hearted way, sir."

Daniels changed his mood from annoyed to a small smirk. "Relax, kid. I can joke around too. (Facing all 4 under his command) Now before we part ways, we must not tell of anything about our recent assignment to anyone, do I make myself clear?

"Yes, sir." Spade said.

"Crystal clear, sir." Pvt. Tailor agreed.

Then the cop car drove up to where the Marines were, the car stopped, then parts of the car moved, shifted, creeked until a 18ft robot was standing in front of them, all of them wanted to run, but thier legs didn't want to.

Barricade growled a little. "I don't understand, sir..."

The robot reachs for them, then fades black.

NCIS HQ, 2 days later

In the bullpen, Special Agent Tony DiNozzo made a bet on whoever is last to come in to work, buys coffee for everyone. The tech master of disaster, Special Agent Tim McGee was already there starting his paperwork when Tony came out of the elevator and entered the bullpen.

"Morning." McGee greeted Tony, then continued typing on his computer. "You took your sweet time getting here, Tony."

Tony had his face on goofy grin mode and sunglasses on the entire time." Well, I got to make my grand entrance in this wonder world of law-enforcement, McEarly-bird-catches-the-worm. Hey, where's our action girl, Ziv-ah?"

As he spoke the elevator doors opened, a brunette woman came rushing towards them.

McGee looking over to see his co-worker, Ziva David. "This is something you don't see everyday. You're late, Ziva."

Ziva kneel down to relace her boot. "I'm aware of that, McGee."

Tony was just dying inside to rub it in a bit. "You lost, David."

She was giving Tony an "I can't stand you" stare at this point. "I could have been here on time, but there was construction on my way here."

"Right." Tony gestured.

Ziva knew that she lost the bet, put her backpak by her desk, getting the money from Tony. "Fine, if I dive, you buy." (A/N: A Ziva-ism, yay!)

"It's "I buy, you fly "." McGee corrected her.

Ziva turned around back to the elevator. "Same difference."

Outside the Naval base, a biracial man with an armored bodysuit and a hooded longcoat with glasses was leaning on top of what to be seen as an Silverish-white armored Dodge Charger talking on his cellphone. But it with just a cover. His name is Kicker Jones and right now, he's a bit ticked off. "Man, I can't believe that I'm on restrictive duty...this sucks!" He said while ending up giving a good kick into the diguised Autobot's side plating.

Drift, his Autobot partner felt the kick. "Hey! It's not my fault that you called Director Galloway a "Pencil-pushing wimp"."

"Yeah, I know."

"You're just lucky that didn't you blame him for being a degenerate towards his country. That would've gotten you jail time for slander." Drift pointed out.

Kicker knew that his partner was right. "True. But calling him a degenerate would've been worth it. I be back, I'm geting a coffee to get rid of this headache."

"Plus, I heard that Prime and Magnus gave a long talk to him about why the Autobots won't aid into building weapons for the military." Drift joked

Kicker push himself off of Drift, laughing out loud and headed towards The Bean, a local coffee shop where Ziva was heading towards as well. Both were heading for the entrance when they walked into each other. Both making head contact and fell on the ground.

Ziva got back on her feet, annoyed and cursing a little in Hebrew to herself). "Ahh, what the hell is the matter with this guy?"

Kicker was kneeling at this point, trying to pull it together. "Yo lady, watch where you're going!"

"No, you watch it!" Ziva said.

Drift wasn't far away he can hear all of this bickering. "Ay, Kicker, don't blow this. She's a real hottie. Leave on a good note."

Kicker calmed himself down due to how beautiful this woman is, but trying not to show it. "You're right, I wasn't paying any attention..."

"Go on, keep going..." Drift said softly.

"It's alright now, how's your head?" Ziva calmly told Kicker.

Kicker rubbed the back on his head. "I could've bump into worse people, so my head is fine."

Then Ziva headed into the coffee shop first when Kicker spoted a 10$ bill on the ground. It might've been Ziva's, so he picked it up and head in after her.

KIcker didn't know the best way to do but to lightly tap on her shoulder. "Um..excuse me, ma'am?"

Ziva turned around in response to the title. "Ma'am?"

"I meant miss, of course. I think this is yours. Kicker quickly said while holding out the 10$ bill that he found. "I notice it after our meeting of the minds." He was still caressing the back of his head.

Ziva still being mad about the ma'am comment, snatched it away from him. "Whatever."

"She's not a ma'am. What was I thinking?" He faceplamed and whispering to himself.

After Ziva got the coffee, she gave Kicker the evil eye before heading back to the NCIS building. Then Kicker order his and headed back towards Drift, still in his alt. mode. "Smooth move, Kicker." Drift said teasing him.

No words, Kicker back swing with his right foot on Drift's siding. In the NEST DC division base disgused as a steelmill, NESTcom officers are picking up a 911 call. a 40 ft navy blue robot named Ultra Magnus, 2nd-in-command of the Autobots, walked towards the platform. "What do we have this time around, Officer Greene?"

"Sir, we got a 911 on a multi-homocide just outside of the DC area. Local Police and News are enroute." Officer Greene, one of NEST's communitcations officers described.

"Was it Decepticons?" Ultra Magnus wondered.

"Unknown. The area is too dense to get a satelite reading. Maybe an operative on site might get a better scan." Greene continued on.

Magnus crossed his arms and stroking his beard. "Do we have any that's close enough to it?"

Greene typing on his datapad. "Yes. Kicker Jones is the only one close to it, but he's on restrictive duty."

Ultra Magnus knew that his commander and dear friend left him in charge made an executive choice. "Until Prime returns, Kicker is heading there ASAP. I'll deal with Prime later."

"Yes, sir." Greene said as he connected his headset to Kicker's cellphone.

Kicker hung up the phone after call that he got from Greene. "Drift buddy, we're on route to a crime scene."

"Will there be any Cons there?" Drift asked Kicker.

"I don't know, maybe." He got one foot into Drift.

"Good." Drift said.

Kicker got into Drift and sped off to the crime scene. Ziva got back to the bullpen. It was still early before Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs start barking orders for the day.

Ziva handed over the coffee to Tony with an annoyed stare for getting involved in that bet. "Here's you precious coffee."

"Thanks, Ziva." Tony thanked her and only took a sip of the coffee, then held his lip. "Ah, it's piping hot! What are you trying to do, burn me?"

Ziva hiding a small smirk of payback. "You wanted it fresh, right Tony?"

"Yeah, but not lava hot." Tony pointed out as he was poking his lip. "Ow."

McGee drank his coffee with no problem. "Mine's fine. Thank you, Ziva." Continues typing.

"See, McGee knows when to appreciate a good gesture." Ziva pointed out mocking Tony at the same time.

Tony looks over at McGee. "Suck up."

McGee just smiled at Tony's expense. Speacial Agent Gibbs enters the bullpen from his meeting with Director Leon Vance.

Gibbs grabbed his coat and backpak and began barking orders. "Grab your gear, we got a double-homocide outside D.C."

"I'll drive." Tony proclaimed while reaching to catch the keys to the truck.

Gibbs tosses the keys, but Ziva intercepted. "Nice try, Tony."

"Awwh, she driving. We're doomed." Tony said.

"Consider it payback for that bet you made, DiNozzo." Gibbs told Tony.

"You know about that, boss?" Tony asked

Gibbs smacks Tony upside his head. "Yeah, your smart-ass grin gave it away."

Tony nodded. "Right, boss."

McGee & Ziva are already in the elevator when they heard the headslap.

Ziva was giggling. "Hmm, hm. Does he always expect that?"

"Tony must be fulfilling a weekly quota." McGee thought.

Ziva let out a "Hm."

Tony & Gibbs enter the elevator and then the doors close.