SPN/NCIS gen fic: Out for Blood 9/9
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superbadgirlTitle: Out for Blood
Author: SBG
Rating: R, for language
Category: H/C, Angst, A/A, Crossover with NCIS
Season/spoilers: Sometime in S2 for Supernatural (big reference to DMB), S4 for NCIS
Word count: Yeah, uhm, pretty much 40,000
Summary: Someone from Dean and Sam Winchester’s past comes back to haunt them…and they also take a member of the NCIS team.
Disclaimer: All things Supernatural belong to Kripke Enterprises and The CW. All things NCIS belong to Bellisarius Productions and CBS.
Notes: Thanks again to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ldyanne for finding typos, and many thanks to you all for reading! :)
Then
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Part six
Part seven
Part eight
He wasn’t in his own bed. He didn’t know where he was, but he knew that he wasn’t home. The noises were all wrong, and the smells. Air, cool and controlled, forced its way up his nose in a steady stream and there was incessant beeping. He also thought he had a full body ache going on. It was difficult to tell, because he also had a full body numbness going on. He felt a little like he was drifting on a river. No, it was more like he had been drifting and was now being pulled slowly to shore. It all struck him as familiar, like he’d experienced the same feeling recently. Maybe even repeatedly. He opened his eyes and saw white and grey and metal. There was nothing familiar about those things. He’d half expected to see…bars.
And then he heard murmured voices, and a face appeared above him. He blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his eyes of their sleep-fuzziness.
“You staying awake this time, DiNozzo?”
“What?” he said stupidly.
Tony blinked a couple more times. Gibbs’ face disappeared from above him, only to be replaced nearly immediately by several people he didn’t recognize. There was poking, prodding, pain starting to upstage the numbness and then there were some questions that clued him in that something bad must have happened. Well, duh. He knew his name, his birthday and other basic information, but he apparently answered incorrectly with the date, as the moment he spoke he got frowns all around. He frowned back. Apparently he’d been unconscious for a while, so it seemed reasonable to him that he didn’t know the date.
“What?” he said again, to Gibbs and not to the medical entourage. “What day is it? What happened?”
“We were hoping you could tell us that, Tony.” McGee was a bodiless voice, somewhere off to Tony’s right. He lifted his head, put it back down after half a second. His head had to weigh about forty pounds. Maybe that was what happened. He’d suddenly become The Man With the Giant Head. Sounded like a B-movie title and plot. He would have laughed, but McGee moved closer, into his view, and the guy looked worried. “At least the details.”
“Of what?” He couldn’t be the only one already tired of hearing him say that. He moved an arm about a quarter of an inch to the side, and regretted it. “Ohhhh, man, I feel like crap.”
“He seems lucid,” one of the medical people – a doctor? – said. “Would you folks mind stepping out for a few minutes while we do a more in depth check on him?”
Gibbs frowned, his face full of creases, and looked like he was going to refuse. Oh. Whatever had happened, it had been bad enough for Gibbs to worry too. Real, actual concern. After a moment, though, Gibbs backed away. Tony only paid partial attention to the doctors and nurses, concentrating instead on remembering anything at all that might have happened to him to make him end up lying there in the hospital with everyone looking at him like he might explode or something. He glanced down, saw a nurse changing a bandage. The wound…he closed his eyes. In his mind, he saw teeth and nails, and felt hot breath. Pain.
“Mr. DiNozzo, are you all right? Is this causing you discomfort?”
That was as stupid a question as the asking him the date. The numbness had nearly vanished entirely now, and he was left with a dull ache all over, sharpness wherever there was a bandage. He opened his eyes and stared down at himself. There were lots of bandages. Teeth and nails and hot breath.
“It tickles a bit,” he said. “And you can call me Tony.”
“If it gets to be too much, let us know, Tony. We’re not going to put you on a self-regulated drip.”
As they kept up with their examination, Tony started having more definable flashes of memory. They came at him fast and furious. He remembered Dean Winchester, from Petty Officer Bowman’s home, and from somewhere else. Somewhere worse. He remembered the bars he had half expected to see upon wakening. He remembered weakness, pain, pain and then some more pain. He remembered the story Winchester had told him about vampires, and thinking it was crazier than all get out. But a second later Tony also remembered teeth and biting and the strength and speed of his captors that was just plain uncanny. Unnatural. There wasn’t much else. No, wait. There was…Bigfoot. None of it made much sense, but he had this strange feeling Bigfoot had saved his life, and that in a way so had Dean Winchester.
“They say you’re back with us for real this time.” Tony looked over toward the door, and at Gibbs who stood at the threshold. He hadn’t realized the medical staff left. His boss moved over. No one followed him, and Tony wondered where McGee had gone. “No more interesting talk about the scary, evil women with pointy teeth and sharp nails, and the reality of Bigfoot’s existence, huh?”
“What?”
“You weren’t very coherent, Tony. I have to say your imagination is pretty vivid, even when you’re at death’s door. You might consider collaborating with McGee, write a book or something.” Oh. Death’s door. Gibbs had a small smile on his face, teasing him about whatever he’d rambled about while delirious, but the smile didn’t make it to his eyes. Tony cringed. “So I need to know for sure. Are you with me, DiNozzo?”
“I’m with you, Boss,” he said, automatically. “Kind of. I’m a little confused.”
“Confused is better than dead.” Tony blinked again. Those lines on Gibbs’ face were deep, his eyes piercing. He figured that was as close as he was going to get to an “I was worried” and that was okay. He knew. Gibbs leaned down close and studied him. “I know you have a lot of questions. So do I. I have answers to some of yours, but first I have something to tell you, and I have to make sure you understand. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“The FBI are going to want to talk to you about what happened, and about their suspects for Petty Officer Bowman’s death. They believe their suspects had you. They also believe their suspects are responsible for the deaths of at least fourteen other people.”
“Okay?” He took it back. He didn’t understand what Gibbs was talking about, but he did understand there was urgency in his boss’s words. His heart started thumping a bit harder, and he thought of teeth and biting and cold, unfeeling laughter. Fourteen people dead. Dead Ned. And, oh shit, the cops on Bowman’s scene? That was only five. Six, with Bowman. Tony lied, “Got it so far.”
“I know you don’t remember anything, but that won’t stop this Agent Henricksen guy from pressing. He’s going to want as much information as you have on someone named Dean Winchester. Ring any bells?”
Oh, boy, did it. Tony quickly glanced up at Gibbs’ face, then looked away from the intense gaze. Even in his confused state, he started piecing together Gibbs’ odd behavior and questioning. The kind folks at the good old FBI were planning to pin this on all on Winchester for some reason. Could he be sure they weren’t wrong? He didn’t hesitate in answering his own question. Yes. Absolutely. But he couldn’t tell anyone why. He knew that as intrinsically as he knew Dean Winchester was not guilty of kidnapping, torture and murder – definitely in his own case, making it highly improbable in the others. He thought about Dean explaining how people misunderstood him and what he did. Tony really got that now.
“Winchester didn’t do anything to me, Boss, or anyone else.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Gibbs said in an offhand way. “You remember something?”
“Sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“You really wouldn’t believe me if I told you, Gibbs. I don’t know if I believe it myself.” Gibbs clenched his jaw a couple of times, looked displeased with that particular non-explanation. Unfortunately, it was the best Tony could do at the moment. Maybe later he’d be able to tell the real story. He doubted it. “I just know Winchester was as much a prisoner as I was. I don’t know much else, but that I do know. Well, that, and I have this strange feeling someone else helped us.”
“It’s not so strange. I’d say it was a fact.”
Gibbs was being coy. Gibbs knew something he didn’t know.
“You know who it was.”
“Let’s just say I’m pretty sure I know why you kept talking about Bigfoot when you were still out of your head.”
Tony furrowed his eyebrows, tried to figure it out. It didn’t take long. He thought it was ultimately the reason why the whole thing happened.
“The brother,” he said slowly. A little brother who was very, very large and as good as Dean had claimed all along. Tony wished he could actually have met him, thanked him for the apparent rescue. “There was a brother.”
“You had a couple of visitors while you were still in la-la land,” Gibbs said. Gibbs reached out and proffered something to him. Tony reached up, and damned if his arm wasn’t as heavy as his head. It didn’t matter that he didn’t have the energy to lift it up to see. He knew what it was the instant his fingers touched the material. “They came by to check on you, and one of them left this for you.”
“My tie.” He remembered taking it off, being stupidly concerned with keeping it safe where the rest of his clothes had been ruined. He remembered blood and pain and terror. And through all that, Winchester had managed to keep Tony’s tie in pristine condition. He laughed softly. “That was very thoughtful.”
“And very stupid.”
“Gibbs, Winchester didn’t do anything,” he said again.
“I know that, DiNozzo.” He did? Tony glanced up. Gibbs was looking at him with an inscrutable expression. He had a feeling he was missing some very important pieces to the story. He really hoped Gibbs planned on sharing them at some point. “The FBI doesn’t. From what I’ve been able to information-gather, they also don’t seem interested in considering contradictory statements regarding the entire Winchester family, and there are a lot of very odd contradictions. Sharp teeth and pointy nails kind of odd.”
Tony couldn’t help it. His eyes widened, and the heart monitor he was attached to gave him away. Gibbs didn’t pay any attention.
“So it’s really too bad you have absolutely no recall of the last twenty-four to forty-eight hours. This Agent Henricksen guy will be disappointed you don’t have anything to offer. He’s on his way over to talk to you right now.”
Tony gave his boss a slow if confused smile. Maybe it was the pain medication making him fuzzy, or maybe it was that the pointed way Gibbs spoke was so out of character. Oh. Gibbs was telling him to lie, which made him uncomfortable and yet relieved at the same time. That explained the clandestine nature of this discussion. McGee couldn’t be around to hear this, even if it was just insinuation and hinting. The fewer people that knew he knew anything at all, the better.
“Yes, it really is a shame I won’t have much useful information to give to him.”
It wouldn’t really be a lie. It wasn’t like Tony could tell the truth as he saw it without risking the possibility of losing his job or maybe even being thrown in a psych ward somewhere. Because as crazy as it was Tony now believed vampires really existed, in that same, fundamental way he knew that he’d been saved by the brothers Winchester.
And Tony wasn’t going to be the one that kept them from saving more people from whatever other creatures might be out there going bump in the night.
Author: SBG
Rating: R, for language
Category: H/C, Angst, A/A, Crossover with NCIS
Season/spoilers: Sometime in S2 for Supernatural (big reference to DMB), S4 for NCIS
Word count: Yeah, uhm, pretty much 40,000
Summary: Someone from Dean and Sam Winchester’s past comes back to haunt them…and they also take a member of the NCIS team.
Disclaimer: All things Supernatural belong to Kripke Enterprises and The CW. All things NCIS belong to Bellisarius Productions and CBS.
Notes: Thanks again to
ldyanne for finding typos, and many thanks to you all for reading! :)Then
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Part six
Part seven
Part eight
He wasn’t in his own bed. He didn’t know where he was, but he knew that he wasn’t home. The noises were all wrong, and the smells. Air, cool and controlled, forced its way up his nose in a steady stream and there was incessant beeping. He also thought he had a full body ache going on. It was difficult to tell, because he also had a full body numbness going on. He felt a little like he was drifting on a river. No, it was more like he had been drifting and was now being pulled slowly to shore. It all struck him as familiar, like he’d experienced the same feeling recently. Maybe even repeatedly. He opened his eyes and saw white and grey and metal. There was nothing familiar about those things. He’d half expected to see…bars.
And then he heard murmured voices, and a face appeared above him. He blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his eyes of their sleep-fuzziness.
“You staying awake this time, DiNozzo?”
“What?” he said stupidly.
Tony blinked a couple more times. Gibbs’ face disappeared from above him, only to be replaced nearly immediately by several people he didn’t recognize. There was poking, prodding, pain starting to upstage the numbness and then there were some questions that clued him in that something bad must have happened. Well, duh. He knew his name, his birthday and other basic information, but he apparently answered incorrectly with the date, as the moment he spoke he got frowns all around. He frowned back. Apparently he’d been unconscious for a while, so it seemed reasonable to him that he didn’t know the date.
“What?” he said again, to Gibbs and not to the medical entourage. “What day is it? What happened?”
“We were hoping you could tell us that, Tony.” McGee was a bodiless voice, somewhere off to Tony’s right. He lifted his head, put it back down after half a second. His head had to weigh about forty pounds. Maybe that was what happened. He’d suddenly become The Man With the Giant Head. Sounded like a B-movie title and plot. He would have laughed, but McGee moved closer, into his view, and the guy looked worried. “At least the details.”
“Of what?” He couldn’t be the only one already tired of hearing him say that. He moved an arm about a quarter of an inch to the side, and regretted it. “Ohhhh, man, I feel like crap.”
“He seems lucid,” one of the medical people – a doctor? – said. “Would you folks mind stepping out for a few minutes while we do a more in depth check on him?”
Gibbs frowned, his face full of creases, and looked like he was going to refuse. Oh. Whatever had happened, it had been bad enough for Gibbs to worry too. Real, actual concern. After a moment, though, Gibbs backed away. Tony only paid partial attention to the doctors and nurses, concentrating instead on remembering anything at all that might have happened to him to make him end up lying there in the hospital with everyone looking at him like he might explode or something. He glanced down, saw a nurse changing a bandage. The wound…he closed his eyes. In his mind, he saw teeth and nails, and felt hot breath. Pain.
“Mr. DiNozzo, are you all right? Is this causing you discomfort?”
That was as stupid a question as the asking him the date. The numbness had nearly vanished entirely now, and he was left with a dull ache all over, sharpness wherever there was a bandage. He opened his eyes and stared down at himself. There were lots of bandages. Teeth and nails and hot breath.
“It tickles a bit,” he said. “And you can call me Tony.”
“If it gets to be too much, let us know, Tony. We’re not going to put you on a self-regulated drip.”
As they kept up with their examination, Tony started having more definable flashes of memory. They came at him fast and furious. He remembered Dean Winchester, from Petty Officer Bowman’s home, and from somewhere else. Somewhere worse. He remembered the bars he had half expected to see upon wakening. He remembered weakness, pain, pain and then some more pain. He remembered the story Winchester had told him about vampires, and thinking it was crazier than all get out. But a second later Tony also remembered teeth and biting and the strength and speed of his captors that was just plain uncanny. Unnatural. There wasn’t much else. No, wait. There was…Bigfoot. None of it made much sense, but he had this strange feeling Bigfoot had saved his life, and that in a way so had Dean Winchester.
“They say you’re back with us for real this time.” Tony looked over toward the door, and at Gibbs who stood at the threshold. He hadn’t realized the medical staff left. His boss moved over. No one followed him, and Tony wondered where McGee had gone. “No more interesting talk about the scary, evil women with pointy teeth and sharp nails, and the reality of Bigfoot’s existence, huh?”
“What?”
“You weren’t very coherent, Tony. I have to say your imagination is pretty vivid, even when you’re at death’s door. You might consider collaborating with McGee, write a book or something.” Oh. Death’s door. Gibbs had a small smile on his face, teasing him about whatever he’d rambled about while delirious, but the smile didn’t make it to his eyes. Tony cringed. “So I need to know for sure. Are you with me, DiNozzo?”
“I’m with you, Boss,” he said, automatically. “Kind of. I’m a little confused.”
“Confused is better than dead.” Tony blinked again. Those lines on Gibbs’ face were deep, his eyes piercing. He figured that was as close as he was going to get to an “I was worried” and that was okay. He knew. Gibbs leaned down close and studied him. “I know you have a lot of questions. So do I. I have answers to some of yours, but first I have something to tell you, and I have to make sure you understand. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“The FBI are going to want to talk to you about what happened, and about their suspects for Petty Officer Bowman’s death. They believe their suspects had you. They also believe their suspects are responsible for the deaths of at least fourteen other people.”
“Okay?” He took it back. He didn’t understand what Gibbs was talking about, but he did understand there was urgency in his boss’s words. His heart started thumping a bit harder, and he thought of teeth and biting and cold, unfeeling laughter. Fourteen people dead. Dead Ned. And, oh shit, the cops on Bowman’s scene? That was only five. Six, with Bowman. Tony lied, “Got it so far.”
“I know you don’t remember anything, but that won’t stop this Agent Henricksen guy from pressing. He’s going to want as much information as you have on someone named Dean Winchester. Ring any bells?”
Oh, boy, did it. Tony quickly glanced up at Gibbs’ face, then looked away from the intense gaze. Even in his confused state, he started piecing together Gibbs’ odd behavior and questioning. The kind folks at the good old FBI were planning to pin this on all on Winchester for some reason. Could he be sure they weren’t wrong? He didn’t hesitate in answering his own question. Yes. Absolutely. But he couldn’t tell anyone why. He knew that as intrinsically as he knew Dean Winchester was not guilty of kidnapping, torture and murder – definitely in his own case, making it highly improbable in the others. He thought about Dean explaining how people misunderstood him and what he did. Tony really got that now.
“Winchester didn’t do anything to me, Boss, or anyone else.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Gibbs said in an offhand way. “You remember something?”
“Sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“You really wouldn’t believe me if I told you, Gibbs. I don’t know if I believe it myself.” Gibbs clenched his jaw a couple of times, looked displeased with that particular non-explanation. Unfortunately, it was the best Tony could do at the moment. Maybe later he’d be able to tell the real story. He doubted it. “I just know Winchester was as much a prisoner as I was. I don’t know much else, but that I do know. Well, that, and I have this strange feeling someone else helped us.”
“It’s not so strange. I’d say it was a fact.”
Gibbs was being coy. Gibbs knew something he didn’t know.
“You know who it was.”
“Let’s just say I’m pretty sure I know why you kept talking about Bigfoot when you were still out of your head.”
Tony furrowed his eyebrows, tried to figure it out. It didn’t take long. He thought it was ultimately the reason why the whole thing happened.
“The brother,” he said slowly. A little brother who was very, very large and as good as Dean had claimed all along. Tony wished he could actually have met him, thanked him for the apparent rescue. “There was a brother.”
“You had a couple of visitors while you were still in la-la land,” Gibbs said. Gibbs reached out and proffered something to him. Tony reached up, and damned if his arm wasn’t as heavy as his head. It didn’t matter that he didn’t have the energy to lift it up to see. He knew what it was the instant his fingers touched the material. “They came by to check on you, and one of them left this for you.”
“My tie.” He remembered taking it off, being stupidly concerned with keeping it safe where the rest of his clothes had been ruined. He remembered blood and pain and terror. And through all that, Winchester had managed to keep Tony’s tie in pristine condition. He laughed softly. “That was very thoughtful.”
“And very stupid.”
“Gibbs, Winchester didn’t do anything,” he said again.
“I know that, DiNozzo.” He did? Tony glanced up. Gibbs was looking at him with an inscrutable expression. He had a feeling he was missing some very important pieces to the story. He really hoped Gibbs planned on sharing them at some point. “The FBI doesn’t. From what I’ve been able to information-gather, they also don’t seem interested in considering contradictory statements regarding the entire Winchester family, and there are a lot of very odd contradictions. Sharp teeth and pointy nails kind of odd.”
Tony couldn’t help it. His eyes widened, and the heart monitor he was attached to gave him away. Gibbs didn’t pay any attention.
“So it’s really too bad you have absolutely no recall of the last twenty-four to forty-eight hours. This Agent Henricksen guy will be disappointed you don’t have anything to offer. He’s on his way over to talk to you right now.”
Tony gave his boss a slow if confused smile. Maybe it was the pain medication making him fuzzy, or maybe it was that the pointed way Gibbs spoke was so out of character. Oh. Gibbs was telling him to lie, which made him uncomfortable and yet relieved at the same time. That explained the clandestine nature of this discussion. McGee couldn’t be around to hear this, even if it was just insinuation and hinting. The fewer people that knew he knew anything at all, the better.
“Yes, it really is a shame I won’t have much useful information to give to him.”
It wouldn’t really be a lie. It wasn’t like Tony could tell the truth as he saw it without risking the possibility of losing his job or maybe even being thrown in a psych ward somewhere. Because as crazy as it was Tony now believed vampires really existed, in that same, fundamental way he knew that he’d been saved by the brothers Winchester.
And Tony wasn’t going to be the one that kept them from saving more people from whatever other creatures might be out there going bump in the night.
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Date: 2007-05-01 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 04:33 pm (UTC)Wonderful!
Date: 2007-05-01 03:05 am (UTC)Re: Wonderful!
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Date: 2007-05-01 04:35 pm (UTC)And...icon love.
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Date: 2007-05-01 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 04:36 pm (UTC)wonderful
Date: 2007-05-01 03:50 am (UTC)do u mind if I friend u?
Re: wonderful
Date: 2007-05-01 04:38 pm (UTC)You can friend if you wish, though I should warn you my LJ is very boring and the fic are few and far between. Sadly. I honestly don't know how people manage to write and read so much, especially in SPN fandom!
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Date: 2007-05-01 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-01 05:44 am (UTC)I had a lot of fun reading this -- thanks or writing it!
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Date: 2007-05-01 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 06:31 am (UTC)the crossover was fluid and smooth and well executed, thank you so much :D really enjoyed reading!
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Date: 2007-05-01 04:45 pm (UTC)Thank you for your support throughout!
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Date: 2007-05-01 08:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 04:47 pm (UTC)And I love your icon!
Oh wow!
Date: 2007-05-01 08:54 am (UTC)The amount of love to be had for this fic is non pareil. What's not to love? The spectacular Dean whumping ... Angsty Sammy on full search and rescue mode ... the NCIS team working and snarking ... Kate, making a come-back as the ubervillain du jour ... and the humongously satisfactory end ... just ... perfectly lovely.
May be one day the Winchester boys' path will cross the NCIS team again, yes? *blinks entreatingly at SBG*
*beseech*
-Labseraph
Re: Oh wow!
Date: 2007-05-01 04:53 pm (UTC)I can neither confirm nor deny that the Winchesters will ever run into Gibbs and company in the future. ;)
Thank you!
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Date: 2007-05-01 12:42 pm (UTC)Thank you!!
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Date: 2007-05-02 09:38 pm (UTC)So...let's see...
First I liked the construct of this one, gave a sort of outline and then dropped back and filled in the details and I liked how it read very much. I'm getting tired of shows starting with the ending and then the obligatory "24 hours earlier" kind of thing - but this didn't read like that at all, I was intrigued to reach the details of what happened every time. I kind of guessed you hadn't killed Tony, but it still kept up the pace and you had some lovely cliffhanger chapter ends - so glad I kept this one back...*G*
I loved your characters and voices. Have to tell you I was a little worried, as NCIS, although a favourite has dropped a little in my eyes with the additional characters - I shouldn't have worried Gibbs, Tony, Abbey McGee and Ducky were marvellous, Ziva sounded better than on the show and hardly any Madam Director, so I was happy with that 0 especially the focus on Gibbs and Tony.
You really should whomp on Dean more often sweetie, you really do him justice! *G*
Loved the intense behind the scenes work Sam was doing - yeah that was just like him, incredibly careful and manipulative in the extreme - using what and who he needed without really relying or trusting anyone but himself to save his brother - very nice Sam I thought.
Only once I got a bit confused and that was over Duane and the Dead man's blood - am I right in thinking Dean escaped by picking the lock with the pins from the jacket and then dipped one in the mess on the floor and jabbed him with it? Didn't really bother me as that part was from Tony's POV and I didn't expect him to know what was going on either!
Loved the scenes with Dean and Tony, very well matched snarkey pair they are. Loved the recurring vampires and your take on the SPN vampire lore, really gave the story the real episode feel - even down to the gruesome cutting off of the head - very real Dean scene that one. As was the Gibbs scene with both boys where he knows something more happened than he had been led to believe and trusting his own feelings and letting them go - I thought that a very *Gibbbs* thing to do.
Oh and the Bigfoot to the rescue? LOL! Very cute! Nice tag scenes too, finished both story lines off really satisfyingly.
Thanks so much for sharing and I hope you get inspired again soon.
***hugs story into memories***
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Date: 2007-05-03 08:06 pm (UTC)NCIS was tough - I'm not a Madame Director or Ziva fan by any means, though I think they're doing slightly better with them this year. Thankfully, this was a "brotherhood" kind of story, so I didn't have to stress about them too much. Or, uh, other plotlines I don't care for. Hee. I'm surprised no one called me on that, but then this was very obviously AU. ;)
And going into this, I thought I'd really stick more with Sam hurt...but I admit I had fun with this. I might be equal opportunity.
Thank you again for commenting - and in such great detail. Bless!
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Date: 2007-05-04 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-07 09:26 pm (UTC)So again, I reiterate: great characterization, lovely balance between the two shows and I liked how you still worked in Dean's worry about Sam and the evil and the secret.
Hee. Bigfoot ^_^.
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Date: 2007-05-09 01:19 am (UTC)Thank you, too, for letting me know you read and enjoyed. I admit I was fairly confident I could do Sam and Dean (take that any way you want), but I was less certain of the NCIS crew. :)
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Date: 2007-05-13 06:25 am (UTC)The peril in this was totally believable, which is about the highest compliment I can think to pay. I sometimes have trouble staying in the story, really feeling the danger, especially in gen case-file stories or when there is a large cast of characters, and this kept me there the whole time.
I now desperately want the fic where, in a few months or years, Dean and Sam run across a case involving a member of the military and when they need info they call up their old buddy Tony, and they work together (totally under the radar, of course) and solve the case, and then I want them to all hang out with the NCIS crew somehow, and just have some more people that not only know what Sam and Dean do, but who are also scarily competent in their own areas of expertise. Or maybe I want Abby and McGee totally obsessed with the fact that Sam could hack their systems, and McGee tracking down Ash, and they get contact info for Sam and Dean and, after they get over the whole hacking thing, start sending them info on the sly, and helping them track Hendrickson so they can stay ahead of him. And. Um, I'll stop now. I got a bit carried away. ;)
Seriously though, I loved this to itty bitty bits, and am adding it to my memories for frequent rereading. <333
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Date: 2007-05-13 06:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-05-13 10:21 pm (UTC)I think part of what affected Tony, too, was not just the beating he took, but the psychological aspect. He knew pretty soon, essentially from when he started believing that Dean was telling the truth, that his team wasn't going to be able to save him. That no matter how good they are--and they are *good*--they weren't prepared to fight freaking vampires. He let himself go to that place in his head where it's all happening to someone else, and that's a hard place to come back from.
Dean was mentally prepared for what he was going through, and he was worrying about someone other than himself, too, which gave him a reason to stay in the moment, even if that meant more physical pain. The whole thing was personal for him, he didn't just feel like some guy that was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Apparently? I'm still thinking about this fic a lot. ;)
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Date: 2007-05-31 03:37 pm (UTC)I love SPN and have recently found love for NCIS and you combined them perfectly. This is my new favorite crossover I loved Stealthy Sam and you got everyone's voice down like I was listening to the TV.
I hope you don't mind but I have printed this out to give to my Mom. NCIS is her favorite show and I am trying to prove to her how great Fanfic can be. But computers are not her friend.
Please tell me that you are going to do more crossovers between these two worlds. I love the interaction between Tony and Dean and want more. Maybe because I so miss Dark Angel.
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Date: 2007-06-01 04:12 pm (UTC)Please tell me that you are going to do more crossovers between these two worlds. I love the interaction between Tony and Dean and want more. Maybe because I so miss Dark Angel.
*dreamy sigh*
Michael Weatherly is such a pretty, pretty man. So's Jensen Ackles. Too good to resist. ;)
I'm not sure about another crossover, as this one came at me out of the blue. They're not my normal type of fic. Who knows, though?
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Date: 2007-06-09 08:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-11 04:14 pm (UTC)Thank you for the lovely comment! I really appreciate it.
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Date: 2007-06-11 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-12 02:31 am (UTC)And LOL at your icon. That's great.
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Date: 2007-06-15 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-17 01:07 am (UTC)And, yes, Logan Cale's in NCIS...er, well, his actor is.
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Date: 2007-06-19 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-20 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 10:15 am (UTC)I love both series, so I was excited to see a crossover. You got all the characters spot on and the plot was gruesome, but edge-of-the-seat entertaining. nd yay, happy endings all round too :).
Laura.
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Date: 2007-07-06 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-29 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-29 07:39 pm (UTC)