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calleigh_jTitle: On A Night Like This
Fandom: Bones/NCIS crossover
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calleigh_j
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None for either show
Pairings: Brennan/Abby
Word Count: 1091
Disclaimer: I don't own Brennan or Abby, and Jeffrey Flier is the real Dean of Medicine at Harvard
Summary: "...what are the odds of two people meeting at a party who actually get along?"
Feedback/Concrit: is made of win and greatly appreciated
Author's Note:miriel wanted Brennan (Bones)/Abby (NCIS). Sorry, I couldn't work the 'Abby's convinced Booth's a vampire' storyline in, but I hope you enjoy it anyway, and apologies for the lateness. Hugs to alianne for being my sounding board, beta, and general go-to girl. Cross-posted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crimecrossover and cross_my_heart.
The party was busy and Abby was waning a little. She'd been working nights for the past week and a double shift today and though she was never one to turn down an invitation to a party, she'd been sorely tempted to go home and just crash when the rest of the team had left. However, she had a dress picked out and it had seemed a shame to miss out on an evening with some of the other scientists working in the DC area.
“Can I get a glass of white wine please?”
Abby turned to look at the woman standing beside her at the bar. She was tall with dark hair that curled around her shoulders and there was something familiar about her.
“There you go,” the barman said, placing the glass down in front of the woman before turning to Abby. “Can I get you anything else?”
Abby looked down at her glass, weighing up the merits of having another drink or going home and finally getting some sleep.
“I'll have another Jack and Coke please,” she said finally, sliding the empty glass across the surface of the bar.
Abby looked over at the woman who was still standing next to her. She suddenly realised why the brunette was so familiar.
“I love your book,” Abby said, the words leaving her mouth before she was entirely aware that she was going to say them. She thought that maybe she should stop drinking right now. When the woman turned towards her, Abby continued speaking in an attempt to stave off her embarrassment, “I'm sorry; I just meant to say hi. It's been a really long week and I'm tired and I think I might be a little drunk and you should feel free to leave now.”
“Why would I leave?” Temperance Brennan seemed genuinely confused, tilting her head to one side and frowning a little.
“I'm rambling, sorry. But I do love your book.”
“Thank you.”
“I'm Abby, by the way. Abby Sciuto. I work at NCIS, as a forensic scientist.”
“Temperance Brennan.” Abby smiled at the unnecessary introduction as she shook the woman's hand.
“You probably hear that question a lot, but can I ask: are your characters based on real people?” It was Doctor Brennan's turn to smile now.
“Booth thinks that the FBI agent in the book is based on him, but I've told him more than once that any similarities are purely coincidental.”
“Booth?”
“Booth is the FBI agent I work with.”
“He reminded me of Tony, this guy I work with.”
“Does Tony make a lot of references to popular culture?”
“Loads,” Abby replied. “He does that insanely protective thing as well.”
“The one where he won't let you out of his sight if he thinks that you might be in trouble?” Brennan questioned.
“That's the one,” Abby replied, nodding. “It's sweet, but I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“I've told Booth that on more than one occasion but I don't think that he ever really listens to me.”
“It's exactly the same with Tony.” The two women smiled at one another in recognition of shared experiences.
Taking another sip of her drink, Abby took a moment to look around the crowded ballroom.
“Do you know any of these people?” she asked, searching for a face she might recognise.
“Not really.” Brennan's eyes followed Abby's around the room. “Actually, I wasn't sure I was going to come this evening,” she continued, “We just closed a big case and I was planning on going home, but Cam - my boss – said I had to come.”
“I almost went home after work as well,” Abby admitted. “I'm glad I came though.”
“Me too,” Brennan agreed, and the two clinked their glasses together.
“Doctor Brennan?” Both women looked around at the sound of the approaching voice.
“Can I help you?” Brennan asked. Abby looked the man up and down: he was tall with dirty blonde hair, and he looked very comfortable in his suit.
“My name's Sam Anderson. I work for Jeffrey Flier, the Dean of Harvard Medical School.”
“Nice to meet you,” Brennan said.
“Normally the Dean would've contacted you, but since I was in town, he asked that I come and speak to you personally. I'm in charge of organising the lecture program for the next academic year and we were wondering if you would be interested in coming and doing a couple of lectures for us some time after Christmas.”
“I'd love to.” Brennan reached into her purse and pulled out a business card, “Why don't you give me a call on Monday morning and we can work out some days that might work.”
“Thanks,” Sam replied, pocketing the card, “I'll speak to you on Monday then.” He and Brennan shook hands, and he disappeared back into the crowd.
“So, what's it like then?” Abby asked when Brennan had turned back to the bar.
“What's what like?”
“Being a world famous scientist; having people from Harvard wanting you to come and lecture for them.”
“It's...interesting,” Brennan said wryly. “It gets a little tiring at times, but I enjoy being able to share what I know with people who don't know as much and who haven't seen the things I have.”
Abby glanced at her watch and then back out at the other people in the room. It was starting to empty out.
“It looks like it's winding down here,” she pointed out. “Do you want to go and get a drink somewhere?”
“Do you know anywhere around here?” Brennan asked.
“There are a few decent bars, but I should think they'll all be pretty busy. My apartment's nearby though,” Abby suggested, watching Brennan closely as she slipped off her stool. The other woman half-raised an eyebrow, and then smiled widely. Abby got the impressed that Brennan didn't smile like that very often.
“I'd like that,” she said finally, picking up her own bag and joining Abby on the floor.
“I live just a couple of blocks over,” Abby explained as they headed towards the doors. “It's only a few minutes' walk.”
Outside, the air was clear and fresh. A few stars were visible over the bright lights of the city.
“So,” Abby began as they started off down the street, “Given the size of the city and the number of people who live here, what do you think are the odds of two people who actually get along meeting at a party?”
“Well, if the population of Washington DC is approximately...”
Fandom: Bones/NCIS crossover
Author:
calleigh_jRating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None for either show
Pairings: Brennan/Abby
Word Count: 1091
Disclaimer: I don't own Brennan or Abby, and Jeffrey Flier is the real Dean of Medicine at Harvard
Summary: "...what are the odds of two people meeting at a party who actually get along?"
Feedback/Concrit: is made of win and greatly appreciated
Author's Note:
miriel wanted Brennan (Bones)/Abby (NCIS). Sorry, I couldn't work the 'Abby's convinced Booth's a vampire' storyline in, but I hope you enjoy it anyway, and apologies for the lateness. Hugs to alianne for being my sounding board, beta, and general go-to girl. Cross-posted to crimecrossover and cross_my_heart.The party was busy and Abby was waning a little. She'd been working nights for the past week and a double shift today and though she was never one to turn down an invitation to a party, she'd been sorely tempted to go home and just crash when the rest of the team had left. However, she had a dress picked out and it had seemed a shame to miss out on an evening with some of the other scientists working in the DC area.
“Can I get a glass of white wine please?”
Abby turned to look at the woman standing beside her at the bar. She was tall with dark hair that curled around her shoulders and there was something familiar about her.
“There you go,” the barman said, placing the glass down in front of the woman before turning to Abby. “Can I get you anything else?”
Abby looked down at her glass, weighing up the merits of having another drink or going home and finally getting some sleep.
“I'll have another Jack and Coke please,” she said finally, sliding the empty glass across the surface of the bar.
Abby looked over at the woman who was still standing next to her. She suddenly realised why the brunette was so familiar.
“I love your book,” Abby said, the words leaving her mouth before she was entirely aware that she was going to say them. She thought that maybe she should stop drinking right now. When the woman turned towards her, Abby continued speaking in an attempt to stave off her embarrassment, “I'm sorry; I just meant to say hi. It's been a really long week and I'm tired and I think I might be a little drunk and you should feel free to leave now.”
“Why would I leave?” Temperance Brennan seemed genuinely confused, tilting her head to one side and frowning a little.
“I'm rambling, sorry. But I do love your book.”
“Thank you.”
“I'm Abby, by the way. Abby Sciuto. I work at NCIS, as a forensic scientist.”
“Temperance Brennan.” Abby smiled at the unnecessary introduction as she shook the woman's hand.
“You probably hear that question a lot, but can I ask: are your characters based on real people?” It was Doctor Brennan's turn to smile now.
“Booth thinks that the FBI agent in the book is based on him, but I've told him more than once that any similarities are purely coincidental.”
“Booth?”
“Booth is the FBI agent I work with.”
“He reminded me of Tony, this guy I work with.”
“Does Tony make a lot of references to popular culture?”
“Loads,” Abby replied. “He does that insanely protective thing as well.”
“The one where he won't let you out of his sight if he thinks that you might be in trouble?” Brennan questioned.
“That's the one,” Abby replied, nodding. “It's sweet, but I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“I've told Booth that on more than one occasion but I don't think that he ever really listens to me.”
“It's exactly the same with Tony.” The two women smiled at one another in recognition of shared experiences.
Taking another sip of her drink, Abby took a moment to look around the crowded ballroom.
“Do you know any of these people?” she asked, searching for a face she might recognise.
“Not really.” Brennan's eyes followed Abby's around the room. “Actually, I wasn't sure I was going to come this evening,” she continued, “We just closed a big case and I was planning on going home, but Cam - my boss – said I had to come.”
“I almost went home after work as well,” Abby admitted. “I'm glad I came though.”
“Me too,” Brennan agreed, and the two clinked their glasses together.
“Doctor Brennan?” Both women looked around at the sound of the approaching voice.
“Can I help you?” Brennan asked. Abby looked the man up and down: he was tall with dirty blonde hair, and he looked very comfortable in his suit.
“My name's Sam Anderson. I work for Jeffrey Flier, the Dean of Harvard Medical School.”
“Nice to meet you,” Brennan said.
“Normally the Dean would've contacted you, but since I was in town, he asked that I come and speak to you personally. I'm in charge of organising the lecture program for the next academic year and we were wondering if you would be interested in coming and doing a couple of lectures for us some time after Christmas.”
“I'd love to.” Brennan reached into her purse and pulled out a business card, “Why don't you give me a call on Monday morning and we can work out some days that might work.”
“Thanks,” Sam replied, pocketing the card, “I'll speak to you on Monday then.” He and Brennan shook hands, and he disappeared back into the crowd.
“So, what's it like then?” Abby asked when Brennan had turned back to the bar.
“What's what like?”
“Being a world famous scientist; having people from Harvard wanting you to come and lecture for them.”
“It's...interesting,” Brennan said wryly. “It gets a little tiring at times, but I enjoy being able to share what I know with people who don't know as much and who haven't seen the things I have.”
Abby glanced at her watch and then back out at the other people in the room. It was starting to empty out.
“It looks like it's winding down here,” she pointed out. “Do you want to go and get a drink somewhere?”
“Do you know anywhere around here?” Brennan asked.
“There are a few decent bars, but I should think they'll all be pretty busy. My apartment's nearby though,” Abby suggested, watching Brennan closely as she slipped off her stool. The other woman half-raised an eyebrow, and then smiled widely. Abby got the impressed that Brennan didn't smile like that very often.
“I'd like that,” she said finally, picking up her own bag and joining Abby on the floor.
“I live just a couple of blocks over,” Abby explained as they headed towards the doors. “It's only a few minutes' walk.”
Outside, the air was clear and fresh. A few stars were visible over the bright lights of the city.
“So,” Abby began as they started off down the street, “Given the size of the city and the number of people who live here, what do you think are the odds of two people who actually get along meeting at a party?”
“Well, if the population of Washington DC is approximately...”
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Date: 2010-03-20 01:33 am (UTC)Erin