Me: Alright guys. Say your good-byes. This is it.

Rossi: Just because your story is done doesn't mean we have to leave.

Me(hopefully): Really?

McGee: Your typing doesn't control our lives.

Yep, It's official. I don't own CM or NCIS.

"Okay, but start from the crotch. That's a better access point."

~Chaz Michael Michaels, Blades of Glory (About having his pants cut off by a cute paramedic)

Tony smiled at the nurse as he waited for the doctor. As per orders from Gibbs, Tony was getting his gunshot checked.

"How long am I going to have to wait?" Tony asked.

She smiled. "Not long enough."

Right on cue, the doctor walked in.

Always bad timing.

The BAU and NCIS (minus Tony) teams stood in the conference room, watching Garcia pack up her things.

"Oh, it was so nice to meet you," Abby said, throwing herself on Garcia in a huge hug.

"I know! We'll talk soon," Garcia promised as she returned the hug.

"There enough room for me?" Tony asked as he came to the door.

"Of course," JJ smiled

"Hey, man. Thanks for lookin' out for my teammate," Morgan said, clapping Tony on the back.

"She looked out for me half the time," Tony credited. "Besides, this isn't my first brush with death in the field."

"You're preachin' to the choir. We've all had our fair share on this team," Morgan laughed.

"I'm sure mine's been worse."

"Are we seriously making this a competition?" Prentiss asked, shaking her head.

"I've almost been blown up by a car," Tony supplied.

"Ambulance explosion," Morgan countered.

"Don't forget when the church blew up," Reid added.

"And Reid almost got blown up when an unsub committed suicide. His leg actually caught on fire."

"Okay, so we tied there-"

"Tied? Reid and I clearly won," Morgan smiled.

"Well, I had the pneumonic plague."

"I had anthrax," Reid shrugged.

"Is that really up to par?"

"Statistically speaking, the pneumonic plague has a 50 percent mortality rate if treated where as anthrax has a mortality rate of 75 percent with all the possible care provided. So looking at those odds and the fact that I was infected with a strain of virus that had been mutated, and assuming that you had all the medical care you could get, I would say that I was worse off."

"Okay, enough, let's call it a draw," Rossi stepped in.

"We need to get going, anyway," Hotch said.

"I can't believe you, DiNozzo. Antagonizing guests like this." Gibbs shook his head and whacked the back of Tony's head.

McGee took a step out of range of Tony's hand.

"It's been nice working with you." Hotch shook Gibbs' hand.

"Maybe we'll work together again," Gibbs nodded.

Everyone exchanged last good-byes and Morgan helped Garcia carry her supplies out.

"Thank you," JJ said, giving Tony a last hug.

"Tell Henry happy birthday for me," Tony smiled.

"I will." JJ turned and followed her team out, leaving Tony, McGee, Gibbs, Ziva, Abby, and Ducky watching the BAU walk away.

"'He who fights with monsters might tike care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you,'" Ducky said.

Tony looked at him. "What was that?"

"A quote by Friedrich Nietzshe. It just popped into my had as I watched our new friends walk away. Strange."

"Strange indeed," Gibbs said before he left the room.

Alright. That's all she wrote! For now at least.

Hope you guys enjoyed all the wonderfulness of the NCIS and BAU pairing. It was uber fun to write.

Thanks so much to everyone who read this story, made it a favorite, or reviewed. Getting feedback is as close to an addiction as I ever want to get.

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~MyDarkAngel710