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ffuturesTrue Blood / NCIS crossover, sequel to Typecasting. All characters belong to their respective creators, and there is no intent to infringe on copyright. This story may not be distributed on a profit-making basis.
Insulting
by Marcus L. Rowland
"That's insulting," said Gibbs, looking at the gun. "Small calibre, and I can't smell silver bullets. What do you think it'll do, apart from making me mad?"
"You're bluffing," said the punk.
"Bet your life?"
There was a pause. "No."
"On the ground, nice and slow."
Gibbs put a foot on the gun, Tony cuffed the criminal and led him away.
"Risky bluff," said Ziva.
"Just the truth," said Gibbs. "I can't smell silver. The rest was his imagination."
"There was no silver, I could have taken him with less risk."
"Alive?"
"Perhaps not."
"Maybe next time."
"Thank you, Gibbs."
End
If you liked this please check out my other NCIS crossovers starting with The Return, COA nominee for Best Non-BtVS crossover.
Not 100% sure this works. Comments please before I post to archives.
by Marcus L. Rowland
"That's insulting," said Gibbs, looking at the gun. "Small calibre, and I can't smell silver bullets. What do you think it'll do, apart from making me mad?"
"You're bluffing," said the punk.
"Bet your life?"
There was a pause. "No."
"On the ground, nice and slow."
Gibbs put a foot on the gun, Tony cuffed the criminal and led him away.
"Risky bluff," said Ziva.
"Just the truth," said Gibbs. "I can't smell silver. The rest was his imagination."
"There was no silver, I could have taken him with less risk."
"Alive?"
"Perhaps not."
"Maybe next time."
"Thank you, Gibbs."
End
If you liked this please check out my other NCIS crossovers starting with The Return, COA nominee for Best Non-BtVS crossover.
Not 100% sure this works. Comments please before I post to archives.
