stargateficrec | Prodigal by Miss Porcupine

Show: Stargate Atlantis
Rec Category: Crossover
Characters: Evan Lorne, Jethro Gibbs, Hollis Mann
Pairing: Gibbs/Mann
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warning: Language, Violence
Author on LJ:

miss_porcupine
Author's Website: The DMZ
Link: Prodigal

Why this must be read: Any crossover between the Stargate 'verse and NCIS provides the perfect opportunity for a believable, realistic outsider's point of view. With Prodigal,

miss_porcupine delivers a fascinating case fic of murdered scientists, shadowy government programs, and a mild-mannered Air Force major. This story deftly highlights just how hard it is to find anything on the SGC, how easy it is to misinterpret what is found, and it keeps the reader on edge, wondering how much the NCIS team will manage to figure out before it's over.

"McGee, get me anything and everything on an Air Force Major General O'Neill. Break into whatever you have to. DiNozzo, find me any connection between Feng and Kennedy and the Air Force. See if any of their previous employers had military contracts or even if they lived in driving distance of a base. Where is David?"

"Abby's," McGee replied, already typing.

"Doing what?" Gibbs asked when nothing else was added.

"Abby wouldn't say," McGee answered with a frown. "She just said that only Ziva could come down."

"I'd suspect she's seeking advice of a female nature," DiNozzo said, "but she asked for Ziva, who knows absolutely nothing about that."

By the time David returned five minutes later, the official photograph of MG Jonathan O'Neill was up on the plasma.

"Girl talk?" Gibbs asked archly.

David looked confused for a moment. "No, Arabic talk," she replied. "She is processing evidence for another agent and needed translation help."

"She doesn't have a dictionary?" Hollis asked.

"These were not words that are in most dictionaries," David said with a wicked grin, then sobered when Gibbs's own expression didn't change. "Was there something you needed from me?"

Gibbs gestured for her to go to her desk, which she did.

"You're not speaking, McGee," he said.

"That's because... right, never mind," McGee trailed off. "Major General Jonathan 'Jack' O'Neill, Director of the Office of Space Intelligence based out of the Pentagon."

"Space Intelligence," Gibbs repeated before anyone else could. "He's our liaison with the aliens?"