Sorry about the wait. I know, it's been a month and a half, but I sort of forgot about the story, then school kept preventing me from writing it. And crossovers, I was surprised to find out, are actually challenging to write! Monk's personality is the hardest. But I finally have the next chapter! Here it is! I hope you enjoy it! Please review! Thanks!
Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Timothy McGee, Ziva David, Leland Stottlemeyer, and Randy Disher, all sat around Randy's desk in the San Francisco Police Department, and waited for Tony to return from Panda Express with their lunch.
They were still waiting for their food, when from out in the hall, they heard a voice. "Oh, come on, Mr. Monk! You have to be opened minded about meeting new people!" It was Natalie.
There was quiet, indecipherable, whispering. Most likely coming from the famous, Adrian Monk.
Then Natalie spoke again. "You can't honestly be afraid of new people!"
There was silence.
"Ok, remind me to add it to the list. Between fish and blueberries. I got it, Mr. Monk," Natalie said. Captain Stottlemeyer buried his head in his hands in embarrassment.
"You and Agent McGee are friends, aren't you?" Natalie whispered. McGee felt hot under the several pair of eyes staring at him. Finally, Ms. Teeger pushed Mr. Monk in the room. He stood there stiffly with his arms raised, as though a gun be being trained on him.
Suddenly, Tony burst into the room. "Sorry for the delay, boss. There was this old lady in front of me, who-" his sentence was cut off by Gibbs' stare. "Not important, nevermind." He said quickly, and passed out the boxes of food.
As they ate, they discussed the case. Randy raised his hand into the air.
Captain Stottlemeyer made a sound that was sort of like a cross between a cough and a sigh. "What is it, Randy?" He said.
"Well, sir, I have a theory. The victim's doppelganger switched places with the victim and…"
"Randy… Randy…" Leland tried to tell Randy to stop talking, but Randy seemed to ignore him, and continued with his theory, adding in an additional piece of information saying the doppelganger was secretly a zombie android.
Gibbs smiled inwardly. Randy reminded him of a cross between DiNozzo and Palmer. Perhaps he needed to be trained like DiNozzo. Gibbs raised his hand and lightly slapped Randy, upside the head. Tony gave a laugh at the look on Randy's face. Only the day before, he'd been telling Randy about the infamous Gibbs Slap.
Almost immeadiatly Randy shut up. He turned around and looked at Gibbs with a funny expression on his face. "Did you just physically assault me?" He asked.
Captain Stottlemeyer stifled a laugh. Gibbs just shrugged. "It's how I shut my agents up," He said, slapping DiNozzo on the back of the head.
"Sorry, Boss. Shutting up, now," Tony said, shooting a glare at Ziva who was smiling mischievously.
The conversation continued in a similar way for quite some time. Everyone was spouting off theories, and whatnot. Everyone except McGee. McGee wasn't paying attention to the conversation at all. He was staring at his food, thinking about times that had long since ended.
McGee scrambled into the Panda Express, desperate to find somewhere to sit down. He was carrying with him, several large text books and didn't notice when one of them slipped from his grip and hit the floor. He set his books on a table, ordered his food, and sat down. He looked around for a long time for the book which, unknown to him, was lying on the floor a few feet away. He assumed it was back in his apartment and chose a different book to study with. He was halfway through his chow mein, when a woman with deep tan skin and stormy grey blue eyes, and dark brown hair, sat down across from him, setting her backpack on the ground.
"Here," she said, handing him his missing textbook. "You dropped this," she smiled.
Tim had a clump of noodles hanging halfway out of his mouth. Embarrassed, he leaned over and spat the noodles into a napkin, wadding the cloth and shoving it into his pocket. The woman across from him giggled.
"What's your name?" she asked, smiling warmly. There was just the slightest hint of Spanish accent laced in her voice when she spoke.
Tim's face, by this time, was a deep shade of magenta. He stared at her blankly for a minute. "Um... Uh... Um... T-Tim McGee," he stuttered, a dopey smile plastered on his face.
His dopey smile only made the woman smile wider. She giggled. "Well, T-Tim McGee," she said with a light hearted smile. "I'm Katherine Pyper,"
"Katherine Pyper? That's a nice name..." he said, mentally face-palming almost as soon as he realized he said that out loud.
"That's a wide variety of books, there," Katherine said, pointing to the stack of text books ranging from calculus to geography. "What do you plan on being when you grow up?"
McGee stared at his books, then met her eyes again. "I actually don't know..." he said sheepishly, with a shy smile. "What about you?"
She removed an equally large text book from her backpack and placed it on the table. "Engineering,"
McGee smiled, but said nothing or fear of saying something stupid. The awkward silence was broken by a cell phone blaring. Katherine checked the caller ID, and dismissed it, ignoring it.
"Aren't you going to answer it?" Tim asked.
"Nah. It's just some guy who wants to hire me for some kind of job. Jonathan Franks was his name, I think. I declined, because I'm still i have classes for most of the day," She shrugged. "Probably just wants me to help his kid with a science fair project," She checked her watch. "Speaking of science, I have to go. Classes will be starting soon. See ya later, Tim!" she called and ran towards the door, hoisting her backpack over her shoulder.
McGee smiled, but his smile faded. "Wait! Could I get your num-" He called, standing up. His sentence cut off when he stood up and felt the noodles in is pocket squish against his leg and spill out all over the floor. When he looked up, Katherine was gone.
Dejectedly, Tim sat back down at the table and opened up his text book. To his surprise, a scrap of paper floated out of pages. A ten digit number was scrawled on the paper in delicate pink hand writing. McGee picked up the paper and turn to look at the door where Katherine had left. He looked back at the paper and smiled.
McGee was jostled from his thoughts when the back of his head came into contact with Gibbs' hand. "Sorry, Boss," He said quietly and turned his attention back to the presentation.
Monk was speaking. He had pulled his arms into the sleeves of his jacket, and was gripping the red dry-erase marker through the right sleeve. With his hand, he was pressing an empty cup against the bottom corner of one of the pictures. He traced around the cup, no doubt to make a perfect circle. Mr. Monk stepped back. There was a perfect, red circle around what looked to be a smug. But upon closer inspection, the "smug" became the pixilated silhouette of their culprit.
But once again, McGee wasn't paying attention. He was intently focused on the man that sat two desks behind him. The man was working diligently on something, so McGee could only see the top of his head, but there was something off about the way him. It was as though he knew McGee was there. He knew it, but he didn't want to look at him. No. He was waiting. Waiting for McGee to recognize him. There was the ever so slight smile sketched on his face. It made McGee want to punch him.
The man gathered up his things. He was standing up when finally, he looked up and met McGee's bright green eyes. His eyes were cold and icy, with a film. Pale blue, but not like Gibbs' eyes. No, there was no mercy in these eyes. They were the eyes of a vulture.
The man smirked at McGee. That's when time froze. Seconds became millennia, and minuets simply didn't exist. Recognition. Those eyes, that smirk, had been the stuff of McGee's nightmare's for years. That man… he was there.
Tim and Katherine McGee exited the convenience store early one Thursday evening. The few years had been the hardest there ever were, after the deaths of their son and daughter. But they were healing. The hurt was ebbing away.
Katherine gently touched Tim's arm. "Here, let me go start the car," she said softly. McGee smiled and nodded. Katherine picked up one of the bags and left to start the car, while Tim gathered up the remaining bags.
The car was parked across the street. When Tim exited the building, he noticed there was something wrong. Katherine was sitting in the driver's seat, pulling the key put of her purse. Flash, flash, flash. There was something red and blinking under the car. How odd…
McGee stopped across the street and stared for a minuet…
Katherine slid the key into the slot…
Then it hit him.
McGee dropped the bags and ran forward. "KATHERINE! STOP! IT'S A-!"And the world shattered.
Tim froze as the heat waved past him. People stopped and stared. Everything stopped functioning. He could hear their voices, but it was as though they were all speaking a different language. From behind the flames, a man stepped out and stared at McGee. His vulture-like eyes pierced his heart. The man smirked and walked on.
Unable to speak, unable to think, unable to breath, Tim fell to his knees, where he stood in the middle of the road. His face burned and bleeding, he stared at the flames, finding the tears wouldn't come.
McGee snapped back to reality. The man was walking away. Without a warning, McGee stood up and chased after him.
"Where ya going, Probie?"
"McGee! Stop!"
"Tim! What's wrong?"
He ignored them, and kept chasing that man. Gibbs, DiNozzo, Ziva, Randy, and Stottlemeyer all chased after him. Natalie and Monk hesitated for a moment, but followed shortly.
The young agent was surprisingly fast. By the time they caught up with him, he was outside the building, kneeling over that man. The man was on the ground, on his back, with a bloody nose. It had appeared McGee had tackled him and punched or kicked him.
Gibbs stepped forward and was about to demand and explanation, when he heard the next for words that escaped McGee's lips.
"You. Killed. My. Wife."
Oh my gosh! They know! Hehehe, did you catch my Xana reference? Thanks for reading! Please review!