Pairings: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Donald 'Ducky' Mallard. Benton Fraser/Raymond Vecchio. Abigail Sciuto/Timothy McGee (if you squint)
Author on LJ: aingeal8c
Author Website: Armani And Serge: Aingeal's Due South Site
Why this must be read:
This story is a sequel to my previous crossover rec A Meeting Of Worlds and it continues her universe. Aingeal is, to my mind, one of the finest Fraser/Vecchio writers out there (and it for her Due South stories that she is well known).
As with the previous story this can be called crack!fic, but as with all of Aingeal's crack!fic stories, you don't sit there thinking 'what was she on when she wrote this'? you get caught up in her wondrous universe and the characters, even though often not human, are so very much the characters we see on the screen.
The story begins in a perfectly normal way with the NCIS team called out to a body. But it soon becomes far less than normal as Gibbs, Ducky and the team meet up again with Fraser and Ray (who just happens to be a dragon) in their world and once again have a case to solve. It may not be a 'usual' universe, but it is full of the little things that are recognisable as far as the shows and the individual characters go.
The story has all of Aingeal's trademarks (apart from crack) insofar as the banter is superb, the characterisation spot on - yes even when one is a dragon and another a duck - the mutual caring, affection, friendship and closeness that we see in both shows is clear in the story. There is humour, tenderness, casework, bickering, touches of 'will they/won't they', deep caring and superb writing. And despite the crackiness of it, it is easily visualised and heard - it could be an episode from either or both shows.
Gibbs took the scroll. “It's not Egyptian.” He recognised the symbols and there weren't from Egypt. Of any other country he knew. “Finish up here,” he instructed. “We'll meet in autopsy.”
“But, Jethro, I won't have time to perform an autopsy on this poor fellow.”
“You won't need to.” Gibbs took the glass ball out of the man's other hand and headed off alone. The others could catch up with him later. “Meet me in autopsy in an hour,” he called.
Sure enough one hour later the team had all gathered in autopsy. Abby had joined them, interested to see why it was Gibbs was taking an unorthodox approach. They milled around until Gibbs strode in, carrying the crystal ball.
“Everybody here?” he asked, looking around.
“Yes, boss,” DiNozzo, McGee and Ziva chorused.
“What's going on, Gibbs?” Abby asked.
“You're sure about this course of action, Jethro?” Ducky asked.
Gibbs nodded. “There's no other way, Duck.” He held the crystal ball out. “Put a couple of fingers on it,” he told everybody.
Ducky touched it first, demonstrating the correct fingers to use. Then one by one everybody else did the same.
“Close your eyes,” Gibbs ordered next.
“Close our eyes?” DiNozzo laughed.
Gibbs gave him a look.
“This is so cool,” Abby said as she closed her eyes.
Gibbs was the last to do so. He closed his eyes and remembered how to use the ball. It took longer than expected, but then there were more of them than usual. There was a rumble and a bright flash. If anyone had walked into autopsy at that point they would have found it empty