Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, CSI, planes, cars, any of the people in this fic, Sky Magazine…in fact I don't own anything. There.
Yup, I'm not sure but I think this idea is used often. I am merging my 2 favorite shows together! I guess you would say that this is before 'Twighlight' or you could say that 'Twighlight' never happened. And that's the same with CSI; you could say that this was before they broke up, or after Eckley put them back together, which he is going to. Either way, here it goes…
EDIT: Okay, I had so many reviews telling me that I spelled Catharine and Sara's names wrong, and I am here to please, so I went back and changed it. Sorry for the people who had to read it where it was wrong. Anyway, please keep reading!
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"Dinozzo, Kate, what have you found?" Gibbs walked into the bullpen, carrying his everyday cup of coffee. To any one else, he would have seemed threatening, but his employers know that he was just tired. Their most recent case had come to a standstill, and Jethro Gibbs hates standstills.
Kate and Tony looked at each other, neither of them saying anything. Their faces urging the other to go first. After their moment of silence, which should've been spent telling their boss what they found, Gibbs turned around.
"Tell me what you have," Gibbs ordered, not liking how this particular case was going.
Kate and Tony looked at each other once again, each motioning for the other to tell their boss the bad news.
"Dinozzo, where was the plane before here?" Gibbs demanded, sitting down.
"Umm," Tony took one last, pleading look at Kate before standing up.
"Gibbs!" Abby squealed, running out of the elevator. The gothic-looking forensic specialist bounced into the bullpen. "I've got some good news." Kate and Tony gave a sigh of relief. She smiled, looking around, "Unless Kate or Tony want to go first."
"No," they said in unison.
"Go Abbs," Gibbs said, sitting down in his chair. He hoped that Abby would have something to add to Kate and Tony's nothing of the case.
She smiled, "I analyzed that dirt you found in the vic's shoes. It is a specific compound made of certain carbon molecules that can only be merged together by… " She made a circle with her hands, while starting to explain when she was interrupted by Gibbs.
"Cut to the chase Abby." Gibbs interrupted, eager to get moving.
Abby frowned slightly; disappointed that she couldn't finish the explanation that she worked so hard on. "Fine, don't be informed. To be brief, the dirt is only found in one place in the U.S." she paused, waiting for an interesting reaction.
"And?" Gibbs asked, annoyed.
"Looks like our vic had some fun gambling before he ended up in the cargo hold." She said smiling.
Tony's expression instantly light up, "Yes, we're going to Vegas!" he muttered, cheerfully.
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"Greg, how is that DNA search going?" Grissom asked walking into the forensics lab, and turning off the music playing. Just like in D.C., the Las Vegas crime lab was temporarily stumped by their most recent case.
"Bad," Greg answered, spinning around in his chair. "I have found absolutely nothing. I am running this last check of this new database; it should be done in a few minutes."
"What's even worse," Catherine added, walking into the room. "Is Chask's lawyer just had all other evidence dismissed from the case." She threw the file down on the table in frustration. She quickly straitened up, pulling her blond hair behind her ear. "The only thing keeping him behind bars is that blood."
"Then we might have a problem." Greg said, pulling the printout from the printer. "Wait a sec…"
"What is it Greg?" Grissom asked, hoping the DNA had found a match. They needed to keep that suspect behind bars so they could find other evidence that would be submersible in court.
"This file has top-security clearance from the Navy." Greg read, astonished.
"Top security? What do you mean top-security?" Catherine asked, waking up behind Greg and placing her hand onto the back of his chair.
"I mean," Greg was then interrupted by an email. Pulling it up, reading it and then printing it out, he finished his sentence. "I means that a NCIS team will come to help us on the particular case."
Catherine snatched the email from him. Reading over it she shook her head, "Well, at least they are here to help. So far we have nothing, and the extra help will be appreciated. Maybe they'll bring some evidence from D.C."
"Or luck," Greg muttered.
"When will they arrive?" Grissom asked, taking the email and reading it.
"Sunday," Catherine answered.
"We have 16 hours to get everything on this case together for the people from NCIS. And let's look like we know something about this case." Grissom said walking off. "Katherine, call Warrick, Nick, and Sara in for a meeting."
"Let's show them how we do things here in Vegas," Greg stated smiling as he turned back on his music.
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"Can you sit still for 10 minutes?" Kate asked, grabbing Tony's arm before it pressed the light button for the fifth time.
"Well, I would have something to do if a certain someone would've let me buy my magazine before we took off." Tony mocked, opening the window shutter, again.
"I will not be seen with a grown man reading the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated." Kate whispered. "Besides, there is plenty to read here." She handed him a Sky Magazine.
"Great." Tony said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "I really want to read a three week old magazine."
"If you two don't shut your mouths back there, neither of you will have the ability to read," Gibbs said, looking back at Tony and Kate. "Understand?"
"Yes sir," they answered.
"You know Gibbs," Abbie said, leaning into the conversation that was going on in front of her and McGee. "We are going to Vegas; do you think there could be the possibility of staying an extra night or two?"
Tony looked up at his boss, with the worst possible puppy-dog eyes.
"Maybe." Gibbs answered, turning back to face frontward. "If Dinozzo never looks at me like that again."
Kate giggled as Tony sunk back into his chair. "Be quiet." He said, poking her.
"No, and don't poke me." She whispered back, poking him harder.
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"This is going to be a long flight, Jethro." Dr. Mallard observed, shaking his head.
"Yes it will, Ducky, yes it will." Gibbs agreed; he too shook his head as they continued to hear the banter going on behind them.
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Well? What do you think? How was it for my first NCIS/CSI fic, ever? I personally thought it was good.
Person: "You're the author, you should think its good."
Me: Yeah well, I don't have anyone else opinion yet, so I will go with my own for now.
Please send reviews: suggestions, flames, praise, random things, anything! Please? Tell me if this is a good fic so far and if I should keep going. Or if I am just a horrible author and I should never show my name on ever again. Please?