Fandom: NCIS/TW crossover Pairing: Jack/Ianto, DiNozzo/Gibbs, DiNozzo/Ianto.
Disclaimer: I owe neither NCIS or Torchwood. I'm only doing this for fun. I am not making any money. Thanks to my beta Cath for pointing out my glaring mistakes, and of the small ones are mine alone.
Summary: Jack gets a call from an old friend and ends up in Washington DC where no one is happy to see him.I owe neither NCIS nor Torchwood. I wrote only for the fun of it and I do not make any money from it.I started this story before Children of Earth started so this is very AU Rating: R, some adult situations and swearing.
Home part 9
“I have to go talk with Abby. She’s our forensic expert,” Gibbs explained to Harkness.
“I’ll come with you.” Harkness passed the little girl over to Jones.
Gibbs looked at the piece of paper Abby had slipped him. He needed to confirm this and he couldn’t do that with Harkness around. “No, that’s all right, it’s for another case. It’s about to go to court. We just need to finish up a few things.”
“Fine, I’ll stay here.” Harkness went back to playing with the little girl and talking to Jones.
Gibbs made sure his team was working at their assignments before taking Abby by the elbow. He punched the down button for the elevator. He shook his head when Abby tried to talk. They could chat once they were alone.
When they were in the elevator, he hit the emergency switch to stop the car. He reread the paper. ”Are you sure Abs?”
“I’m sure. The only record I was able to find for of a Captain Jack Harkness was as an American volunteer with the RAF. He crashed in early 1941. Must have been a bad one since he wasn’t heard from again until a few months later.”
He waved the paper at Abby. “There is no way that this man is the same one who is upstairs right now.” God, he wanted nothing more than for Harkness, Jones and all their weirdness to leave. He really wanted Jones to go so he could spend some time with Tony, maybe even pick up where they left things in the garage.
“That’s all I could find. There is no other Captain Jack Harkness to be found anywhere. I check over and over both in the US and the UK.”
He looked at the young woman; he could tell there was something she wanted to tell him. “You’re holding out on me, Abs.”
“You aren’t going to believe me.”
Abby sighed. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I have a friend who is big into conspiracy theories-“
“Abby,” Gibbs groaned.
“Hey, you asked. Anyways, Malcolm lives in London and he was telling me about all the weird things that have been happening there in the last few years, especially at Christmas. They have had spaceships falling from the sky that look like the Titanic or stars that explode.”
“It’s the middle of summer; I don’t think we have to worry about any Christmas weirdness happening for a while,” Gibbs said, wishing Abby would get back on track.
“But he was saying that there have been some stranger going-ons for years in Wales. At first he just blamed them on spending too much time with the sheep. I’ve never understood that though, the population of Wales isn’t that small that you’d have to turn to the local-“
“Sorry.” She took a pigtail in her hand, and twisted it around. “The name that seemed to come up around these incidences was Torchwood.”
“Well, if you believe all this crap Harkness is spreading around about alien mass murders then that would make sense.”
“That was what I was told. The thing is, his name has appeared surrounding these phenomena as well as Torchwood.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Going back for over a hundred years, though?”
“Abby, you need to find new friends who don’t smoke so much weed.” Gibbs flipped the switch and the elevator started again.
She pulled out another folder from her lab coat. “Look.”
Gibbs took a look. It was full of pictures of Harkness is several uniforms, and hair styles.
“So, he likes to play dress up. Anyone who runs around wearing get up from World War 2 would have to.” Gibbs handed the folder back.
Abby started handing pictured to Gibbs. “Gibbs, look at these. They were all verified. There’s a picture from World War One. It was taken in 1914. Long before the US joined the war. This one is from World War 2. Malcolm’s even found a few from the 60’s and 70’s. He’s been alive for that long.”
“That’s not possible; you of all people should know that. You are a scientist, aren’t you?” Gibbs asked as the door opened.
“I know what I’m saying shouldn’t be possible, but I’ve also seen proof that contradicts that too.” Abby stepped out of the car, her hand over the sensor to stop the door from shutting. “Tim said something to me about Harkness and Ducky knowing each other from when Ducky was a kid. That shouldn’t be possible, should it? Maybe you should be talking to the Duckman. You know he won’t lie to you.”
“I think I will.”
Abby gave him another piece of paper before heading toward her lab.
It was a printout of a newspaper clipping from The New York Times dated March 6th 1892. Gibbs gave it a quick once over.
There had been a riot at Ellis Island because of a lack or food and over crowding conditions. A Captain Jack Harkness was killed during in a gun fight between the army and rioters in 1892. No body was ever found. It was presumed family took care of the arrangements or perhaps he was tossed into the water. There was a drawing, it did look like Harkness.
He rubbed his eyes. He could feel a massive headache coming and it wasn’t all due to caffeine withdrawal.
Gibbs folded the paper up and put it in his pocket. He hit the button to take him to autopsy. There was only one person who could give him the answers he wanted but he didn’t think Harkness would come clean. So he would have to settle for Ducky.