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Talented hands 2: The Exchange

by: BuffyAngel68 (Send Feedback)

Series: - No Series - #2
Chapters: 003 Word Count: 3826
Rating: ADULT
Warning(s): Disturbing Imagery or Content
Character(s): Tony DiNozzo, Abby Sciuto, Ziva David, Ensemble, Other Male Character
Category(ies): Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Angst/Drama, Crossover, First Time, Humor, Romance
Pairing(s): Tony/OMC
Crossover Shows: CSI
Summary: Six months are alomst over and Tony is anxiously awaiting his flight back to Vegas and the man he loves, but he's not the only one who's got an
adventure in his future...

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

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T H 2: The Exchange 3/?



Laying flat on his back, hands behind his head, Tony stared up at the object sitting on his friend's already crowded lab table and grinned, remembering how excited Abby had been to get the gift when he'd first returned from Vegas. He considered admonishing her for neglecting her work when she ran over and lay down beside him, but since she brought the present with her, he couldn't be too annoyed.

"You are just the coolest. I kept telling myself I was gonna buy one, but then I couldn't justify it. I mean, Gibbs gets ticked off 'cause I keep *one* in the lab. I was sure he'd never put up with *two*..."

"He'd never deny you anything that makes you happy, you know that. At least anything that won't blow up or jump out at him when he comes into the lab. Besides, they're totally different. Not the same thing at all. The one in your office is a hippo. This is a dog who came with a story-book. No story-book with the hippo."

"It was still massively sweet of you."

"No big deal. I knew you'd flip over it. Makes my day to see you smile, you know that." He reasoned. Abby grinned from ear to ear, leaned in and dropped a brief kiss on Tony's nose.

"Yeah, but then you went and found all the other books, too. I thank you and Walter the Farting Dog thanks you." she replied, gently bussing his nose a second time with the stuffed toy. Tony laughed softly and chucked her under the chin.

"Remind me again why we're still here?"

"I'm waiting for results from the mass-spec. You're missing your honey and don't feel like being alone at home."

He looked at her for a long moment, eyes slightly narrowed, before responding.

"And how do you know that when I didn't?"

Abby simply shrugged, pulled one of his hands down and gripped it tightly.

"Like it's not right there in your eyes?"

"I'm trying not to let it be. The last thing I want is for anybody to see how much I'm champing at the bit to get back to Warrick and Dr. Grissom... and think I hate it here or I just don't care about NCIS anymore. I did a lot of job-hopping before, I admit, but I'm not like that anymore. It's just..."

"It's just you're so in love you've lost your mind and it's kinda hard to focus when that happens." Abby stated matter-of-factly.

"Right." Tony confirmed, chuckling and returning the peck on the nose she'd given him earlier. When the machine she was waiting for chimed its ready signal a moment later, she sat up, looked at him soulfully and laid Walter on his chest.

"Stay there, okay? I have to get this and drop it on Gibbs' desk then we're going out to dinner."

Tony sighed and hugged the dog to his chest, making it produce its trademark whoopee-cushion noise. As always, the sound pulled a laugh from him, even if he didn't think there was any reason to. When Abby returned, he rose to his feet and followed her out, leaving Walter behind on the lab table.



"C'mon Tony. More details. I've heard about this guy and read his articles, but dry scientific stuff doesn't tell you anything about who he is."

"Like I know? I spent probably a total of two hours with the man. Between the conference and falling for Warrick there wasn't time for much else." He reminded her, adding in a mumble, "Not that I would've talked to him on my own, even if I had the chance..."

"Why not?"

"Why not, she says... the man's a legend, Abby, that's why not! He intimidated the hell out of me! He didn't mean it... he wasn't trying to put me off, I know that. It's... he's brilliant and insightful and gifted..."

"Duh. He picked you to come work with him."

This unexpected compliment stopped Tony cold, his jaw hanging open, but only for a moment. He recovered his usual cynicism and lack of self-confidence in record time.

"Ha-ha. Do you realize he has some of the best investigators in the country on his team? Their records and their solve rates... how the hell am I supposed to compete with that?"

Abby reached out, touched Tony's hand and spoke to him gently.

"You aren't. If you try, you'll be back here in a week and you'll never get over it. He liked the real Tony... open, bright, curious, intuitive, observant, mind-like-a-steel-trap Tony. The guy who *I* look up to you the way you do Grissom. That's who he's waiting to see. Just show him that and you'll be fine."

Tony's eyes widened in shock.

"You do?"

"Of course I do, silly. Now, more about Warrick." She demanded sweetly, sipping on her drink and favoring him with a gleeful, probing expression that clearly said this time the details had better be a little more racy.

"Like what? I told you everything."

"All the boring, important stuff, yeah. I wanna hear about the first time you met, your first kiss, how his butt looks in tight jeans..."

"Oh God..."

"Dish it, buddy boy! I want it all, right up to the shape of his..."


"Eyebrows. I was gonna say eyebrows."

"Sure you were..."



Toying with his shoe laces, Greg shot another swift glance at the door to the locker room and pondered how much longer he could delay before an angry Catherine or disgruntled Sara came looking for him. He had already punched in so there was no real danger of being late, but he knew he might already have carry-over evidence from the prior shift waiting in his lab. Grimacing, he decided to give it five more minutes. Just as his self-imposed time-limit was about to expire, the person he was waiting for finally strolled nonchalantly into the room.

"There you are! I've been waiting on you, Warrick."

"I had some last minute stuff to take care of before shift. What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you, but I gotta get to the lab..."

"Gimme a minute to change an' I'll walk down there with you. When I get a case they can page me."

"Yeah? Cool."

A few minutes later, the pair were drinking coffee in Greg's lab as the tech satisfied himself that everything was in place and ready for the night.

"So? What is it?" Warrick prompted, knowing he could be called away any moment.

"I need to know about this place I'm headed. This... Tony must've told you something about it, right?"

"Yeah. He told me a lot. Not sure much of it's gonna help you out or make you any less nervous, though."

"Crap. What? The boss? The people?"

"The people you'll get on with fine. Their lab tech especially."

"Tech? Just one?"

"Just one. She does pretty much all the testing. They have a coroner an' all, but as far as DNA, trace, prints, A/V... she's it. Pretty brilliant girl, accordin' to Tony."

"Okay, we have that in common. But that doesn't necessarily mean we'll gel."

Warrick smirked and sipped from his cup before replying.

"She's also a Goth, Greggo. Heavily into thrash metal and caffeine."

Greg smiled broadly.

"I feel much better."

"Hold tight to that."

Greg's smile vanished.

"The boss..."

"... makes Gris look mellow. I know you can handle it though."

"I don't."

"You're a good kid and a great DNA tech, Greg. Just show him that. He can't argue with results."

"But Grissom said I'd be working in the field too. Out there... I'm not a great anything."

"You forget how to learn? How to listen and take direction?"

"Of course not..."

"Then you'll be fabulous. We believe in you an' Gris believes in you. You wouldn't be goin' if he didn't."

"I know. I just... I wanna live up to that faith."

"You will. No question in my mind."

"What about everybody else? The other people on the team?"

"Let's see... there's Tim McGee, their resident computer geek. He loves online gaming, so you'll be best buds right off the bat. The only other person on the team is a woman... name of Ziva David. T says she can be harsh an' wicked intense, but as long as you don't intentionally piss her off, you'll be good to go. He didn't say much about the ME..."

Warrick broke off when his pager began competing for his attention. "I gotta go."

"I understand. Thanks for taking the time. You really helped."

"No prob. Find me after shift, okay? We'll go get our grub on, I'll give you whatever else I can."

"Sounds good. Stay safe."

"Do my best."

Warrick strode off to get his assignment for the night, leaving Greg to turn to his work, a tiny corner of his sharp mind still busily processing what he'd been told.



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