“Here we are, then!” the Doctor announced as the TARDIS landed, with a cheerfulness that could have been slightly false. Of course, that could just be wishful thinking on Abby’s part. “NCIS Headquarters.” Tony looked so relieved that Abby wouldn’t … Continue reading →

It was the noise that woke her: a strange whistling, whining, grinding sound like nothing she’d ever heard before. Stephanie sat bolt upright in her bed, staring into the darkness for a moment with her heart pounding before she finally … Continue reading →

All things considered, the hipocrae were remarkably gracious hosts. With help from the nanotechnology that formed the basis of all their more, er, visible technology, they had quickly adapted to Harry’s nourishment and toilet needs, along with sleep cycles, and … Continue reading →

“So, what exactly are we doing here with the technology that blew up your mass spectrometer?” Martha asked, watching as Abby carefully spread a bit of the blue gel (nanotechnology, she reminded herself) onto a glass slide. Martha had been … Continue reading →

The worst part of it was the waiting. Stephanie had been released on her own recognizance because, whether NCIS trusted her story or not, they couldn’t disprove it: but that didn’t mean they had to keep her up to date … Continue reading →

“You know,” Ducky mused as he patched a small cut on Abby’s forehead under her bangs, where she’d hit it on the edge of the table. “This whole business rather puts me in mind of when I was stationed at … Continue reading →