Strangers in a Strange Land 3/?
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prettybirdy979Title: Strangers in a Strange Land 3/?
Fandoms: BBC! Sherlock, NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: John, Sherlock, Lestrade, Donovan, Gibbs, Tony, Tim, Ziva, Ducky
Genre/Warnings: Crossover, Drama, Case-fic, Friendship, Humor
Summary: When a marine with a father in high places dies in London, the team from NCIS is sent to investiagte. There they meet a strange man who seems to know everything about everyone...
Author's Note: A fill (finally!) for this Make Me A Monday request by
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subway_silence With thanks to misanthropyray for Brit picking, and to my wonderful betas Fifi and Lily. Sorry for the delay in posting. Real life is being annoying.First Part
“You do know you left all those files Lestrade got you with the NCIS team?” John mentioned to Sherlock two minutes later. They were in the back of a cab, headed for…well John wasn’t sure where but it was somewhere important. Hopefully.
“I am fully aware of that John.”
When Sherlock didn’t elaborate, John pressed him. “Well?”
Sherlock glanced at him. “Yes?”
“Why did you leave them behind then?”
“Because it’s a long shot. Way to pass the time. I figured I would leave the police and their American counterparts to waste their time searching while I find the actual killer. And it gave me an excuse to meet the rest of the NCIS team, see if any of them were worth anything.”
“Were they?”
“Nope.”
“Right.” John was silent for a second, before he slipped a piece of paper into Sherlock’s glove. “Thought you might want this.”
Sherlock glanced down at it. “The woman’s notes? Why would I want those?”
“I believe her name was Ziva, and I thought you would want them because she has written down some the addresses from the files Lestrade wouldn’t let you have.”
Sherlock smiled. “Sometimes John, you are a genius.”
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“Ducky! What have you got?” Gibbs was calling Ducky as Ducky had followed the body to the lab at ‘Barts’ as Lestrade had called it.
“My dear boy, give me a chance! I’ve barely had three hours to get acquainted with our two victims.”
“Ducky-“
“I do however have something. Or at least, the lovely young lady who works here has something. Molly, this is Agent Gibbs; Gibbs this is Molly Hooper.”
A young woman’s voice came over the phone. “Agent Gibbs? I have the results from the first autopsy. The man died of a fast working toxin, which I’m still running but I also found slight bruises on his wrists and ankles.”
“Those same bruises are on the other two victims Gibbs.” Ducky interjected. “They’re consistent with punched a few times.”
“Our killer hit them?”
“Yes Gibbs”
“Call me when you get something more, Duck.”
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“Damn it!”
Tony looked over at his teammate’s cry. “What is it Ziva?”
“My notes will all the addresses… it has gone.”
“Ohhhhh!” Everyone turned to look at Lestrade as he sighed, sounding both angry and resigned.
“Yes?” Tony asked after Lestrade remained sitting and didn’t elaborate.
“Sherlock. He only wanted those files on the missing badges so he had an excuse to be here and a chance to steal the addresses of the witnesses from your marine’s death.” Lestrade signed again.
“So… is this a wild goose chase?” Tim asked from below the mountain of files related to the missing badges. He had been dismayed to find out that while the files were all on computer, Scotland Yard did not have a method of bringing them all up in one screen with all the details of the incident. It was easier to go through the files…which had not pleased Tim.
“Most likely. Sherlock has a habit of passing all the tedious jobs onto us. He seems to think that’s all the police are good for. We are, after all, a bunch of idiots.” There was no bitterness in Lestrade’s voice as he insulted himself; instead he seemed almost to have a fond tone.
“And you let him treat you like this?” Gibbs sounded outraged.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because, God help us, we need him.”
The conversation was interrupted then as Donovan walked into the room. “Inspector? There’s been another murder.”
Lestrade stood up, clearly in shock. “Another? But Sherlock said there would be at least three days between murders-“
“Freak was wrong then.” She offered Lestrade a piece of paper. “I’ll go call Anderson and get forensics there.”
Lestrade nodded. Donovan left the room and the NCIS team scrabbled for their stuff. “Where are we going?” Gibbs asked.
“Oh, umm here.” Lestrade gave Gibbs the slip of paper. “I’ll drive us there.” He frowned. “Are you all coming?”
“Yes. We’re definitely missing something here.” Gibbs said.
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Sherlock was waiting for them at the crime scene. He was pacing in front of the crime scene tape while Donovan looked on smiling. It was clear she wasn’t allowing him access. John was standing off on his mobile, clearly having an argument with someone called “Harry”.
“Finally! What did you do? No don’t answer that. It’s clear we’ve spooked him somehow. But why step up the murderers instead of disappearing? It doesn’t make sense…” Sherlock began talking at Lestrade as soon as he reached him. The NCIS team looked taken back.
“We may have allowed the press to get a hint these weren’t suicides when a foreign agency came over to help investigate.”
“Idiots!” Sherlock yelled. Gibbs gave a small huff in agreement. Sherlock immediately turned to look at him. “You don’t want to be here. Why…of course. Its politics and you hate those.” He sounded vaguely approving. “John! Stop fighting with your sister and come on!” he shouted over his shoulder as he pranced into the crime scene.
“Bye Harry.” Ignoring the shouts from the phone, John followed Sherlock’s instructions.
“Sister? But you said…” Tim said.
“Harry’s short for Harriet.” John said with patience, like he had had to explain this a thousand times before. He smiled at the teams looks and caught up with Sherlock.
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The body had not been cut down yet, and was therefore still hanging off the ceiling fan in the middle of the room. He was about six foot tall, with brown hair and a slight tan. Sherlock seemed to be ignoring the body and was instead swooping around the room. By a silent, mutual agreement the team ignored him and proceed to examine the room.
It was a mess, but not the kind that came from a struggle. It looked as though no one had cleaned the room in months, which was going to make finding relevant evidence hard.
“DiNozzo, photos; Ziva bag and tag; McGee interview the witnesses.”
“We have someone already on that.” Donovan interjected.
“McGee, help them.”
“On it Boss.”
Quietly, the team moved to their jobs. Ziva was trying to shift through the rubbish to spot things that didn’t belong there. It was hard; the floor was covered in paper and clothes. She moved over a book and flinched when she found the rotting apple that had been beneath it.
“Don’t touch that!” Sherlock yell had Ziva freeze seconds before she went to move the cane she had just uncovered. She turned to glare at him.
“Why not?”
“I need it there.” He said simply. When her glare didn’t lessen he rolled his eyes and continued. “It belonged to our victim and I need it there to help recreate the murder.”
“How do you know it wasn’t our killer?” Tim spoke up from his position by the door. He was waiting for the paramedics to finish examining the witness before he talked to her. She had been in hysterics when the police had arrived and was only just starting to calm down.
Tony asked before Sherlock got a chance. “Come on Probie. What chance would a man with any sort of injury have of overpowering a marine?”
Sherlock looked grudgingly approving as Tim went on the defensive. “Sorry, Tony. I just wanted to know how he instantly knew whose cane it was!”
Gibbs broke the fight up quickly. “McGee! You go interview the witness now!”
“Got it Boss.”
Just then John’s stomach chose to rumble rather loudly. John gave a smile embarrassed smile to the rest of the room. “Sorry, it’s just been a while since I ate.”
Sherlock barely spared him a glance. “There’s a café up the road.”
John smirked. “Is that you saying you’re almost finished here and you’ll meet me there?”
Sherlock waved a hand at him and John gave a small huff of laughter as he left. Two seconds he poked his head back in. “While I’m there, anyone want anything?”
DiNozzo turned to John with a glad look in his eyes. “I’d like-“he caught sight of Gibbs’ glare and changed track, “nothing. I’m fine, thanks.”
John laughed fully at this and left. He passed Donovan on the stairs and smiled at her. She rolled her eyes and stepped into the room. “Inspector? The owner of the building is here and demanding to speak to the man in charge. Oh, and the pathologist from NCIS is here too.” Lestrade sighed and followed Donovan down the stairs.
“DiNozzo, go help Ducky.” Gibbs ordered. Tony passed him the camera and followed the English police down.
Sherlock was standing in front of the body, his magnifying glass out, examining it closely. He began to ruffle through the man’s pockets, just as Tony returned with Ducky.
“What are you doing?!” Ducky said as he caught sight of Sherlock.
“Checking the victim’s pockets for ID. Something Lestrade should have done when he first arrived.”
“And you are?” Ducky asked still angry.
“Someone who has enough intelligence to not damage the small amount of evidence you are competent enough to find, Doctor.” Sherlock turned slightly and gave Ducky a quick once over. He hummed to himself and returned his attention to the body. He pulled out the wallet, checked the cards and then replaced it.
Ducky gave Tony a confused look. “Sherlock Holmes.” Tony said as explanation. “He’s a…well I’m not sure what he is but he helps the police here and can tell you your life story with a single glance.”
“Really?” Ducky said, intrigued. Tim chose that moment to return, preventing Ducky from interrogating Sherlock.
“What have you got McGee?” Gibbs barked.
“Nothing really. Our witness saw two men enter the building from her window but wasn’t close enough to see their faces. She said one had a limp and a cane, and the other was rather tall. She thought it was weird they went into this empty building and so when her show finished came over to see what was happening.”
“A real sticky beak then.” Tony interjected.
“Yes. Anyway, she knocked on the door and when she didn’t get an answer went to go home. She happened to glance back from her doorstep and saw the shadow of the body in the upstairs window and called the police.” McGee looked around. “Where’s Mr Watson?”
“Doctor.” Sherlock corrected. “And he’s gone to get food.”
“From… Speedys, I think.” Tony said.
Sherlock turned to him giving him another odd look. Tony held up a disposable coffee cup in answer. “Just found this. I’m amusing it’s a local café.”
Sherlock reached over and ran his hands along the cup. “Clever. Why is it clever?”
“And it is another John. John Williams this time.” Ziva said as she checked the wallet.
“Why John? And why only John’s with last names beginning with Ws? Does he have something against John Ws?” Tony mused.
“Or a specific John W.” Gibbs added. Everyone, including Sherlock turned to look at him. “He’s eliminating men with the same sounding name so-“
“He’s looking for someone, but doesn’t know exactly who!” Sherlock interrupted. “So he’s killing everyone he meets until he finds the right one-“ Sherlock’s eyes widened. “Oh! You!” he pointed at Ziva.
“Me?”
“You have a photographic memory. Was there a cup like this at the first scene?” Ziva glanced at it.
“Yes. Do you not remember?”
Sherlock looked slightly disgruntled. “Lestrade won’t let me see the photos from the first scene and didn’t call me in until it was cleaned up.”
“So our killer works at the little café up the street then?”
“Yes!” Sherlock was angry at having to repeat himself. “He uses the fact customers give him their names to select his-“Sherlock suddenly froze.
“What?” Gibbs asked.
“John…” Sherlock whispered, then turned and dashed down the stairs past Lestrade.
“McGee, Ziva; stay here. DiNozzo, with me!” Gibbs ordered as he followed the sprinting figure down the stairs.
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Date: 2011-02-25 09:10 pm (UTC)can't wait to see what happens next!
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Date: 2011-02-26 12:50 pm (UTC)Of course. Gibbs is not one to allow anyone to run his investigation. =)
Thanks for commenting.
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Date: 2011-02-26 12:51 pm (UTC)More soonish...
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Date: 2011-02-26 12:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-26 12:52 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment.
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Date: 2011-02-26 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-26 12:52 pm (UTC)Same here! =)
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more more more!
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Date: 2011-02-27 02:20 am (UTC)Hey, I wonder if Ziva and Mycroft know each other? I have this image of Sherlock looking at the two of them and observing that Mycroft's too old for her and too young for her daddy issues. And then somehow avoiding her fearsome vengeance.
Re: more more more!
Date: 2011-03-05 08:20 am (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2011-03-05 08:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-05 08:23 am (UTC)...I don't think so. I can imagine Mycroft having heard of her and knowing all the details of the NCIS team's lives within minutes of them being there but I don't see them as a pairing. =)