DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS. CSI: NY AND NCIS ARE THE RESPECTED PROPERTY OF CBS.

This is pretty much my first shot at a full-blown fanfiction...so yeah. ;0; But I love both of these shows and after much encouragement from my awesome buddies, this is what you get. I'm not sure how long exactly it's going to be...but my guess is at least several chapters. More up soon, this was just an experiment to get the ball rolling.

CSI: NY

Season 6

Episode --

"The Hang Of It"

While working on solving a serial killer case, Mac is roped into working with agents from Washington. At first the team seems invincible, but bad chemistry could be their eventual downfall.

(CSI: NY/NCIS crossover)

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"It's true."

"Is not."

"It is."

"Not."

"It is too, McGoo," Tony concluded in an and-that's-that fashion, before adding "rhyme unintentional," with his finger pointed threateningly at the end of the other agent's nose. "No crack Dr. Seuss jokes from you, buster."

"They said it was paint, DiNozzo," McGee huffed, ignoring the threat. Abby was watching the discussion intently from across the aisle of the airplane, moderately amused. Ziva sat to her right, pretending to be preoccupied with a magazine. Tony had made a sort of game out of getting her to participate in the conversation, but had yet to do anything but fail.

He snapped back at McGee. "You ought to know better than to believe that, McGullible...it was a cover-up. Definately a cover-up. Right, boss?" He twisted back to his other side to address Gibbs, who also was seated next to him. Gibbs didn't reply, privately regretting not sitting with the ladies. At least they were decently quiet - well, one of them was.

"It must've been blood," Abby put in, her normally raspy voice hushed; she was enjoying pushing McGee's buttons and watching him grow exasperated. She toyed with her choker and watched him roll his eyes.

McGee shook his head. "There was not blood smeared down the face of the Statue of Liberty. The whole thing sounds like something right out of The Twilight Zone...I bet if you asked the detectives here you'd get the same answer."

Tony leaned forward and paused to build suspense, preparing to corner his unconvinced partner. "Tell me, McGoogle, what do they need red paint for in the head of the Statue of Liberty?" His eyes narrowed. McGee mulled the question over in his mind, opening his mouth and closing it again. Tony's face was lit with victory and he reclined his seat.

Gibbs was watching him now, severely unimpressed. The younger agent just offered a smug grin, and Gibbs let his attention fall back to the newspaper in his lap. What a lost cause, he decided. Can't even buckle down and be serious in a serial killer investigation. His own mind wondered who waited for them in New York City. He'd been informed that he and his agents would be working alongside a team of CSIs in the NYPD crime lab. All the evidence they had collected in the past few weeks - which was, admittedly, not much - was being carefully shipped to Manhattan and had no doubt arrived before them.

Tony eased himself upright again and cast a glance over at Ziva. He made a fair guess that she was only pretending to be reading an article on long-lasting antiperspirants; the fact that the page hadn't turned in the last 20 minutes helped him to the conclusion.

"Ziva. Hey Ziva."

She shifted but didn't turn to him. Tony expected that. She hadn't been talking to him much lately for whatever reason and it irked him to the core.

"Ziiiiiva. Zi-VAH. Ziva. Ziva. Zivaaa. Zivaaa."

Ziva chewed on her tongue deliberately; she didn't feel like hearing whatever stupid thing was going to come out of his mouth if she surrendered. So she didn't.

"Ziiiiiiiiivaaaaaa..." he said in hushed sing-song tone, growing louder. "Ziiiivaaaaaa....Zivaaaa...Ziiiiva...Ziva. Zi-"

Gibbs cut him off with a slap to the back of his head. Tony's expression faltered and he sunk back into the upholstery as Abby giggled. Ziva threw her a glare and Abby muffled her amusement with an airline pillow.

"You two just think you're the bee's feet, don't you?" Ziva spat.

McGee raised an eyebrow and Tony turned to Ziva. "Bee's knees," he corrected. For the first time on the trip, Ziva addressed Tony directly.

"That too."

Gibbs then sat up and glanced out his window. "We're here," he stated simply, beating the intercom to the punch. The other three agents stopped their bickering to listen as it fizzed to life.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to New York City. We will be landing at La Guardia shortly, so please be patient. We ask that you secure your seatbelt and do not move about the aisle until we have landed and the secure seatbelt signal is turned off. Thank you for flying with us this evening, and once again, welcome to New York City."