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Title: Worth a Thousand Words
Fandom: NCIS with a Young Wizards fusion
Characters: Kate Todd
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Usually, Kate's Wizardry doesn't impact her job. But sometimes, it means the difference between catching a killer and not. Now she just needs to figure out how to explain where this knowledge came from...
Notes: Written for the "fusion" square on my 2013 [community profile] trope_bingo card.
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Worth a Thousand Words )
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Title: S is for Spit-Take
Fandom/Characters: NCIS, Kate & Tony
Rating: G
Words: 100

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She timed her statement carefully, casually leaning back and slightly to the side as she said "Oh, by the way, Mandy says hi."

As expected, a spray of fine coffee-flavored mist flew through the space she had occupied moments before.

"Mandy?" Tony's voice squeaked in a most undignified manner. He cleared his throat. "Mandy? Mandy Tonkin? Mandy, as in the girl I dated in Baltimore?" His voice had risen again by the end.

Kate grinned at him unabashedly. "Mandy, Mandy Tonkin, the girl who dumped you two days before your birthday, Mandy Tonkin, my college roommate."

"I am so doomed."
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Title: J is for Jam
Fandom/Characters: NCIS, Ducky
Rating: G
Words: 200

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"DiNozzo." Tony's voice was tinny across the cellphone connection.

"Ah, good, Tony. Would you please let Jethro know that I shall be a little tardy in arriving?"

"Sure, Ducky. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, well. I'm in a little bit of a jam here."

"Traffic jam?"

"No, strawberry," Ducky snapped, trying to prevent an SUV from cutting him off.

Across the phone connection, he faintly heard Gibbs ask what was going on and Tony responding something about Ducky being in a terrible accident involving strawberry jam. Louder, Ducky heard Gibbs snap "Gimme that."

"What's going on, Duck?" Gibbs asked clearly into the phone.

"Anthony is suffering from a critical lack of sarcasm comprehension, apparently," Ducky replied, some of his good humor returning. "I'm on the Belt and traffic is a nightmare. I'm afraid I shall be a bit late arriving to your party."

"That's alright, Petty Officer Castiglione isn't going anywhere. See you when you get here."

The abrupt dial tone proved that Gibbs had hung up with his usual efficiency, and Ducky smiled. He turned the radio up and crept his car another few inches forward. Patience and a good radio station were the only way to survive Beltway traffic.
velvetfiction: (chocolate&magic)
Title: C is for Cooking
Fandom/Characters: NCIS, teamfic
Rating: G
Words: 200

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He stands in the doorway of Abby's tiny kitchen and observes the chaos for a moment. Ziva has her hands buried in a bowl of something, but is still managing to fend off Tony's "help". Ducky is examining the carving knife with a consideration that he usually gives his surgical tools. Tim has a frown of concentration on his face as his slices vegetables, and Abby is flitting around, looking like she's trying to be everywhere at once.

"Abs," he says, catching her attention. "What do you need me to do?"

"Here, catch," she says, and tosses him a plastic-wrapped ball of dough. "Ziva's doing the filling."

"Solid top or lattice?" he asks as he flours the marble slab he found on the counter.

He looks up to find everyone staring at him. "What? You've never seen a guy roll out a pie crust before? Back to work people," he snaps, and their conditioning takes over, sending them back to their tasks.

"Uh, lattice if you don't mind," Abby finally responds, after giving him a considering look. She watches him work for a moment, and then comes over and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

"You're the best, Gibbs."
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Title: Legacy
Fandoms: NCIS/Law&Order crossover
Characters: Ziva David, Jamie Ross
Word Count: 711
Rating: G
Spoilers: End of Season 6 “Aftershock” (1996) for Law & Order; End of Season 2 “Twilight” (2005) for NCIS
Notes: Set sometime late 2005/early 2006, during Season 3 for NCIS/Season 16 for L&O
Written for [livejournal.com profile] h2o's 2010 [livejournal.com profile] fandom_stocking.
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Legacy )
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Title: Speak with the Dead
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Ziva
Word Count: 247
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: er, I guess technically I should warn for canon death...
Notes: Written for [profile] shogunsquirrel's 2010 [livejournal.com profile] fandom_stocking.
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It is strange, she realizes, to consider a dead woman a friend. Especially a dead woman whom she never met in life.

And yet, she does.

Perhaps it is guilt, a way to assuage the familial responsibility she bears. Perhaps it is it is a way to fit in. For the first six months after she arrives, she learns more about this dead woman than she does about her living team mates. Perhaps it is an automatic affinity to another woman in this man's world.

Perhaps it is all of that. Perhaps it is none. Whatever it is, it drives her, twice a year, to take a half day off of work.

As she packs her bag at her desk, Tony saunters over. "Hey, where are you running off to?"

"To catch a plane," she replies, although she doesn't really expect that answer to satisfy.

"Where to?"

"Indiana."

"Didn't know you had friends in Indiana," Tony says, obviously fishing for more information.

"Just one," she replies with a small smile.

Three hours later, there are flowers on the grave, and Ziva feels unburdened. It's not much, she knows, but somehow keeping Kate up to date on the team's exploits brings Ziva a sense of peace.

She touches the grave lightly. "I'll be back in a few months, Kate. Sooner if anything else happens. Be good. And keep watch over Tony, will you? I can use all the help I can get."
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Fandom: NCIS/Babylon 5 crossover
Characters: Susan Ivanova & Ziva David
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"Well, I think that just about covers every possibility, don't you?" Sheridan asked, looking around the table.

"No." The response was oddly stereo, and it took him a minute to realize that it had come from the two women sitting on each side of him.

"Commander? Agent David? You have something to add?"

Ivanova shrugged. "We haven't even mentioned the possibility of telepathic spies, alien technology, spontaneous combustion - "

"Natural disasters, weapons malfunctions, bribery or misunderstand," David picked up right where Susan had left off.

"Did you two rehearse that or something?" Garibaldi asked, bemused.

Ziva David rolled her eyes. "It is merely common sense. I try to operate on the theory that if I can think of it, it could happen. That goes doubly for ways in which a plan could go wrong." Ivanova nodded in agreement.

"Are you two always this pessimistic?" Franklin asked.

Ivanova shrugged. "I am Russian, we don't do optimism," she replied, at the same time David said "I'm Israeli, we have a lot of experience with things going wrong."

Sheridan merely dropped his head into his hands and whimpered quietly.
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Fandom: Babylon 5/NCIS crossover
Characters: Marcus & Abby
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"Can I-"

"No."

"But what if I-"

"No."

"Why not-"

"No."

"B-"

"No."

"Maaaarrrrrcuussssss," Abby whined and pouted so cutely that Marcus had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. Then her lower lip began to wobble, and he felt his resolve crumble.

"Look," he said, giving in a little, "it's not that I doubt your ability to learn the controls. I'm sure you'd make a superb pilot with the proper training. But now isn't exactly the best time!" He paused and maneuvered their Mimbari Flyer a little lower into the atmosphere. A quick glance at one display told him that the Earth Alliance vessel was still on their tail.

"And beside," he continued, "it's blastedly hard to fly this thing without learning all three of the Mimbari languages."

"I guess," Abby replied, sounded defeated. Then she sighed. "I just hate feeling so useless."

A quick glance over at his companion told Marcus that she was fighting off tears by stubbornness alone, and he risked taking his hands off the controls to give her a quick hug. The girl had borne up remarkably well under all the pressure, but he could see she was nearing the ends of her reserves.

"You're not useless, Abs. Without you, we would be flying around completely blind. Now we at least have a fighting chance."

"Oh!" she exclaimed with a catch in her voice. "You called me 'Abs'. I didn't think anyone but G-Gibbs would call me that."

"We'll find him," he promised, patting her hand, "we'll get him back."

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