A/N: A fic made purely for fun. If you like either character, give it a shot. Its just one of those nagging storylines that's begging to be written. Reviews would be nice and I hope you enjoy.

Parachute
"I know this life isn't going to be perfect, the ups and downs are gonna be worth it, as long as I'm with you."
- Ally Dawson

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~*NCIS*~

Waiting for Abby, the ever so lovely forensic specialist, to come up with something from the junk they brought in earlier, he finds himself thinking back to the moment he had met her. It had been the strangest occurrence for him, a definite upside to the crappy last few months he had been suffering through as the agent afloat.

Bad enough most soldiers hate people in his profession when they're on solid ground, what more when they're cooped up with him on their ship? The engine failure had definitely been in his favor, thankful that the captain decided to bring the ship into port and allowing him time in town before they set off once again for the great blue sea.

There had been a rainstorm that night as he made his way off the ship. Desperate for an atmosphere more his speed, he didn't give any care to grabbing an umbrella to protect him from the rain, he simply grabbed his overnight bag and quickly made his way into the town, heading straight for the nearest bar. If he had known what awaited him within that rundown establishment, he just might have dressed better.

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The usual smells greeted him when he finally made his way into the local bar, finding it almost welcoming in comparison to the ship he's been stuck on these last few months. Taking a deep breath, he shakes out of his coat before hanging it on the back of an open chair, slowly lowering himself onto the seat once he successfully shakes the raindrops from his hair.

"What can I get ya?" the bartender questions him gruffly, obviously not too fond of the badge he had forgotten to put away.

"Whatever's on tap is fine." Tony replies before turning slightly to take in his surroundings, noticing more than a few patrons not too pleased with his presence. "Everyone always this friendly?"

"Picked the wrong night to show up here." a female comments as she slides onto the seat beside him. "That's all."

"Is that so?" he counters with his usual smirk and raised eyebrow. "And what night should I have shown up?"

"Any other night." she says simply, waving over the bartender for a refill. "Biker convention's in town. Not too many are fond of cops."

"I'm not your average cop."

"Obviously." she says with a slight smirk, turning in her chair to look him over before continuing. "Fed...not FBI, though."

"What makes you think I'm not FBI?"

"You don't have the look." she says simply. "I've met a few FBI agents before...not as laid back as you."

"NCIS." he concedes, turning in his chair to face her. "Stands for..."

"Naval Criminal Investigative Service." she cuts him off, taking a swig of her beer before turning to face him. "I know."

"Huh." he voices, curiosity in his features as he meets her eyes. "I usually have to explain what that means."

"I'm sure." she says with a shrug. "It pays to know every acronym that stands for cop."

"Take it you're not much of a fan either?"

"Of cops? Guess it just depends on the cop." she replies. "Of you? Well, that's yet to be determined."

"Anything I can do to put things in my favor?"

"No." she replies with a slight smirk. "You'll just have to wait and see."

"I'll do that." he says as he leans towards her before holding out his hand to her. "Tony."

"Liz." she replies, sliding her hand into his.

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"DiNozzo!" Abby's voice snaps him out of his thoughts just as her hand makes contact with the back of his head. "You were ignoring me."

"Me, ignore you, never!" Tony denies immediately as he rubs the back of his head. "I heard ya."

"Oh, really now, then what did I just say?" she counters with her arms folded over her chest. "Hmm?"

"You said that there were no viable prints, but that you were able to extract foreign DNA on the base of the knife."

"Okay, so, maybe you did hear me." Abby squints her eyes at him before turning back to her computer. "Doesn't excuse you spacing out on me."

"Its been a long day. Sorry." he says, moving to stand beside her. "I'm all here now. What else you got?"

...

~*GH*~

Making her rounds, Elizabeth starts to think of the day they finally decided to put the labels on their relationship. She never thought she'd ever be part of a long distance relationship and neither did he. For the start of it, he was still agent afloat, unable to return to his team for what seemed like a great deal of time. When he finally got back stateside, they still faced the distance from Port Charles to DC. Putting a label on what they had just didn't seem logical since neither of them really knew how long it would last between them.

"Nurse Webber." her friend and colleague, Patrick Drake, greets her as she exits the last room on her rounds. "I hear you're leaving town for a whole month. What will I do without my favorite surgical nurse?"

"I'm sure you'll manage, Dr. Drake." she counters playfully. "You know, as well as I do, that my vacation is long overdue."

"Agreed." he replies as she sets down her clipboard on the nurses' station. "Just one question."

"Only one?" she counters with an arched eyebrow.

"Why DC?" Patrick questions curiously. "I mean, of all the places you could go, why DC? It can't really be for the Washington Monument."

"That's one of the reasons." she laughs softly. "Anything's better than a stay-cation. Which I happen to be famous for, if you hadn't noticed."

"All I'm saying is that with friends like Jason Morgan, I'd assume you could pretty much fly to any destination your heart desires." Patrick says simply, accepting the chart she hands to him. "DC most definitely wouldn't my first choice, that's for sure."

"To each there own, I guess." she smiles slightly. "Go on. Ms. Sanders has been asking for you all morning."

"Unless...would this have anything to do with your mystery man?" Patrick smirks. "The one no one seems to know anything about and yet everyone's curious to meet?"

"I'd hurry if I were you." Elizabeth says as she walks around the desk to start inputting the information into the system. "You know how handsy she can get if you keep her waiting."

Rolling her eyes with a slight smile upon her face, she does her best not to laugh as Patrick voices that he'll figure it out sooner or later, one way or another, so on and so forth, as he's making his way down the hall to Ms. Sanders's room. Its a sad truth, though, how accurate he is about everyone's desire to know about her personal life.

The hospital is a place known widely for its thirst for gossip. Not much can happen in that place that'll go unnoticed for long. Which just made their desire to know that much more intense the longer her boyfriend goes unnamed. Too bad for them, though, because she'll be out of town for a whole month and they'll just have to find something else to occupy their time.

Putting them out of her mind, Elizabeth returns to the tasks at hand, all the while smiling with the thought of being with him for a whole month. Oh, how she just couldn't wait.