Timing: AU Angel S4, unknown for NCIS
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own these characters. Fred belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. NCIS belongs to Donald Bellisario and CBS.
Author's Note: This is potentially the first story in a series about Fred working at NCIS (if the muses co-operate, and if people like the story). Thanks to Lyssie
for the beta.
The brunette in the lab didn't even bother to look up from her work as she heard the footsteps entering the room. She knew who it was going to be. DNA analysis took time, and no amount of glaring -- even from Gibbs -- would make the machines work any faster.
"What have you got for me, Fred?" Special Agent Tony DiNozzo asked, giving the scientist his most charming smile.
"Nothing yet, Tony," Winifred Burkle told him. "These things take time. This is real life, not 'CSI.' Doesn't matter if you, or Gibbs, or whoever come down here and ask. There's nothing I can do to make the DNA samples result any faster."
"Abby would have--"
"Don't try to tell me that Abby would have it faster, because even she can't work miracles." Fred tossed a smile over her shoulder before returning to her scrutiny of the victim's clothing. "Besides, Abby's in New Orleans for her brother's wedding, so you're stuck with me."
Tony gulped. "I didn't mean to insult you. I..."
"Relax, Tony," she smiled. "I'm not insulted or offended. I wouldn't dream of trying to replace Abby full-time." Putting the clothing into a plastic bag, she took a rack of small vials over to the mass spectrometer. "Besides, do you really think I want to be the forensic scientist assigned to work with Gibbs' team on a regular basis? My team may not bring me offerings of caffeine, but they don't expect me to perform miracles, either."
"We don't expect you to..." he cut himself off at her disbelieving glare. "Okay... maybe the occasional small miracle."
Fred laughed. "At least you're honest about it."
They both turned as one of the innumerable machines in the lab beeped. Fred grabbed a report off the printer, smiling smugly as she handed it to Tony. "DNA from under the victim's fingernails is a match to your suspect."
"Yes!" Tony exclaimed, heading towards the exit. As he got out the door, he turned around, poking his head back into the room. "Good job, Fred," he said. "Even if it wasn't a miracle."
Laughing, Fred turned back to the computer to get back to work.