Chapter 9: A New Ripper
Chapter 9: A New Ripper
Warning: Definitely some language in this chapter.
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Challenge: #4472 ‘Bunny is my what?’
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Ducky just returned from his lunch with Buffy, stifling the laughter that threatened to erupt as he recalled how she told him of the steady stream of visitors she and Abby had received that morning. What confused him though, was that Jethro didn’t drop in on him or
the girls. Even the Director had succumb to her curiosity and poked her head in.
As if his thoughts summoned him – which Ducky knew was entirely possible given the supernatural world – Jethro stormed into the morgue at precisely that moment. He almost literally threw Jimmy Palmer out, then proceeded to bar the door against intruders. Ducky was going to have quite the reputation if this kept up.
“Buffy Summers!” the younger man barked. “Tell me what you know about her! Now
!” he screamed when Ducky didn’t answer right away.
The reason he didn’t answer was because he was thinking about it. He was tempted to acquiesce to the demand because the only time Jethro got this agitated was when it was truly important. And in normal circumstances he would have. But this wasn’t just anyone that Jethro was demanding information about, this was Buffy, the oldest living Slayer. Ducky would need one hell of a reason to say anything that might betray her trust…if even then.
“Why do you ask?” he hedged.
“Ducky!” Gibbs threatened, taking a step toward the man.
“Unless you give me a good reason, I will
not betray her,” Ducky retorted, not backing down in the face of the famous ‘Gibbs-Glare’.
“I was told this morning that someone had information that I had
to know about Miss Summers. I just got back from that meeting and now I want to know what you know about her. Now, Ducky!!!” he ordered as commandingly as he could manage.
Gibbs was unprepared for the sudden flash in Ducky’s eyes or the anger radiating off the older man and stepped back.
“Who?” Ducky demanded in return. “Who
talked to you about Buffy? What did they tell you?”
“Just a government source--” he started to say vaguely.
But the usually sedate man cut him off, the fury almost tangible in the room now. “Dammit, Agent Gibbs! What
did they say about her? Are they planning on coming after her again? What’s this source’s name?”
Gibbs briefly wondered if this was what it felt like when he
intimidated people. Damn! No wonder they were scared of him. “It was Fornell. He told me that Buffy Summers isn’t who she said she is,” he offered, uncharacteristically meekly of him.
Ducky muttered various curses and threats under his breath as he walked over to his cell phone. He scrolled through the names before he found the one he was looking for and made his call. Then he paced impatiently, waiting for the other person to pick up – all the while ignoring Gibbs’ efforts to get his attention.
“Rupert, we have a serious problem here.” *pause*
“A high ranking agent in the FBI is stirring up noise about Buffy. Saying that she isn’t who she claims to be,” he leaned on the table as he listened to the other man’s response.
Gibbs couldn’t believe that Ducky was sharing this with the head of the group that Summers came from. He made an attempt to grab the phone from Ducky, but hurriedly stopped at the look in his eyes…and
the scalpel in his hand.
Ducky nodded as if the man on the other end could see him. “Okay. Just a second.” He looked at Gibbs. “What did Fornell want with Buffy, Agent Gibbs?” he questioned as if he were talking to a suspect. Or at the very least, a hostile ally.
Gibbs blinked in astonishment at the coldness in Ducky’s voice – not to mention that he’d called him ‘Agent Gibbs’ for the second
time in this conversation. Something was up and it went beyond what Fornell told him. “He said that she’s my daughter,” he finally admitted.
The medical examiner blinked in surprise and just as quickly as it appeared, the anger melted away – at least that which was focused at Gibbs himself. “I never knew you had a daughter.” He turned back to the phone. “Yes, hold on, Rupert. It may not be that after all.”
Setting aside his burning desire to know what they were referring to for the moment, Gibbs briefly explained how 20 years ago his wife and daughter had died while he was deployed. Or so he had been told. Turned out that his wife chose to go into the Witness Protection Program and they disappeared.
When Fornell learned that NCIS was getting another liaison, he took the liberty to do a background on her because of all the recent trouble they’d been having with some of their people. He saw there was a WPP flag and looked into it. “He claims she’s my daughter, Kelly,” Gibbs finished with a despondent look, remembering the pain he went through all those years ago..
Ducky dropped the scalpel while Gibbs was speaking and sat down with a thud. Rupert’s insistent murmurs broke him out of his trance. “Uhh, Rupert, is there any way to check if the Council knew if Buffy Summers is her real name or not? Jethro Gibbs said the FBI agent told him she is his daughter.” *pause*
“Leroy Jethro Gibbs and-- What was your wife’s name?”
Gibbs found himself answering against his better judgment, “Shannon Anne.”
“His wife’s name was Shannon Anne. Daughter’s name was Kelly…” he looked questioningly at the shocked man.
“Elizabeth,” he whispered.
“Elizabeth,” he repeated into the phone. “It was about 20 years ago, which would have made her three or four at the time.” *pause*
“Well, I could
do a DNA test, but she’d wonder why. Do you want me to tell her?” *pause*
“Okay. You check what you can and please get back to me as soon as you can.” *pause*
“I will when I see her. Hurry, please!” He hung the phone up and turned around.
Gibbs just stared at his friend. “What the hell is going on, Ducky? And why were you threatening me with a scalpel?” he asked, still stunned at that particular development.
Ducky felt sorry for him, but knew where his loyalties had to lie in this situation. “So sorry about that Jethro, but Buffy is a very special young woman and I won’t sit idly by as anyone
tries to cause her harm or pain.”
“You just met her yesterday!” he said incredulously.
“But I’ve known of
her for several years. Before you ask, I won’t talk too much about what I know until we determine if you’re truly her father and that this isn’t a hoax by the FBI to get someone close to her,” he explained as if that were actually
a concern of theirs.
Gibbs shook his head in confusion. “Why would they? How could she be that important to them?”
“I’m sorry Jethro, but I can’t tell you. And I’m asking you – as a favor to me – to leave it until we learn something. Just know that it isn’t a threat to our work or the country,” Ducky promised sincerely.
“Can’t you at least think up an excuse to test her DNA and find out if she’s my daughter or not?” Gibbs asked, hating the plaintive tone in his voice, but needing to know something.
Ducky just shook his head, “And what? Have Abby discover what we
do? The only equipment we have is in her lab.”
“Dammit! I need to know! And if she is Kelly, where is Shannon?” he wondered aloud.
The older man winced at the hope in his voice, knowing that he’d likely be dashing it with what he had to say. “Well, I do know that Buffy’s
mother, Joyce, died of an aneurysm three years ago. She was recovering from brain surgery and Buffy came home to find her body on the couch.”
“Do you know if Buffy has a picture of her mom?” he thought suddenly.
He shook his head again, “Sadly, I don’t think so. They barely made it out of Sunnydale with the clothes on their backs.”
That caught Gibbs’ attention. “Sunnydale California? The entire town that collapsed a year ago? I thought the town evacuated a few days before it happened.”
“Most of it. Buffy and some others were making sure that everyone else got out safely and almost paid for it with their lives,” Ducky explained, starting to feel uncomfortable with how much he was sharing, but not seeing how to get out of the conversation.
“I don’t get it. Did she work for FEMA or the Red Cross or something?” Gibbs inquired.
He hesitated, knowing that he was really pushing the boundaries now. “No. It was a private group. She’d lived there since midway through her sophomore year of high school and she felt an obligation to protect the people there.”
Gibbs got a sudden flash of insight. “Does this ‘protecting’ she did have anything to do with the special security clearance she got from the President?”
“I can’t say for certain but I don’t feel good about talking anymore about her history. I’m sorry, Jethro,” he said apologetically.
Gibbs gave him a rueful smile. “Well, at least you’re calling me Jethro again instead of Agent Gibbs.” As he opened his mouth to continue, Ducky’s cell phone rang.
Ducky just about pounced on the interruption. “Rupert! Were you able to find out anything?” *pause*
“I see. Alright, I’ll see you then.” *pause*
“I won’t say anything to her until you get here. Bye Rupert.”
He looked at Gibbs to share the news, “He said he found something that may
indicate there may be something to Agent Fornell’s claims. But he wants to come here to talk about it instead of doing it over the phone.”
“And how long will that be?” Gibbs winced, knowing that the Council was in England and that would make it much longer than he wanted to wait. Of course right now, New York was too far away as well.
“He’s taking a company jet as soon as he can get to the airport, so I’d say in a little over eight hours…give or take.” He knew that Rupert could get there faster, but first it would be a waste of resources since this wasn’t an emergency. It also would raise quite a few eyebrows trying to explain how he managed it.
Gibbs ran both his hands over his face and head in frustration, then began pacing the morgue like a caged tiger.
Ducky thought of something and hoped it’d be enough to placate Jethro for at least for a little bit. “It wouldn’t give us a definitive answer, but we could compare your blood types to see if it’s plausible at all.”
With that news, Gibbs raced to his desk to retrieve the folder on Summers that the Director had given him the day before, praying that it would give him a clue whether Fornell was right or not. He didn’t think that the guy would dare to lie to him about this. But that didn’t mean that someone else couldn’t have planted the info, expecting someone to go looking into her past.
He was so focused on his task that he missed the bemused expressions of his team and the woman in question as he tore through his desk then ran off with the folder in his hand.
Buffy stared at the metaphorical dust of Gibbs’ departure. “Is that normal for him?”
“Normal is such a subjective word where the boss is concerned,” Tony said cryptically.
She snorted, not buying it for one second. “Meaning, you don’t have a clue what could be making him run around like a madman either.”
McGee looked thoughtful for a minute before offering his opinion, “There’s nothing in the case that would wind him up like that. And if it were a new case, he normally would say something to us about it.”
Tony jumped in with his conclusion, “Which would make it personal
Shaking her head, Ziva stood and walked to the front of her desk to lean on it. “Personal? With a folder from his desk? It was not even in one of his well-secured drawers.”
“You keep track of which of his drawers are well-secured?” Buffy asked with a shocked look. “Nevermind, I was just teasing. So, since the big guy is off doing his thing and I’ve learned way more about lab procedures than I’d need in three
lifetimes,” she said with a inward chuckle at her private joke, “whatcha gonna learn me?”
Ziva looked at her, confused by her little speech at the end. She was an American; why was she messing up the language that badly? And why wasn’t Tony correcting her like he always did when she
made a mistake? Nooo
, he just glanced at her, amused. She gritted her teeth in anger. The new girl was fitting in with Tony-- the team
far too easily.
What was next? Gibbs taking her to his private ‘conference room’ for chats? Meetings with the Director alone? She already had Ducky and probably now Abby fawning all over her. Abby, who still treated her like an outsider sometimes. But one look at the diminutive blonde and she latched on like they were long lost best friends.
She suddenly felt the need to show the small woman up at something…and she had just the thing. “Have you qualified on your hand gun here yet?” she inquired with a malicious smile.
Buffy looked up at the Mossad agent, hearing the challenge in her voice. “Actually, I’ve never carried a gun before,” she answered honestly.
Ziva just smirked before suggesting, “Then we had better get you qualified before Gibbs finds out and blows his hat.”
“That’s stack, Ziva. ‘Blows his stack
’,” Tony absently corrected, not seeing the angry glare since he was reaching into his drawer for his sidearm and holster.
But the look wasn’t lost on the Slayer even if it wasn’t directed at her. “I don’t know, hers sounds funnier. Can’t you just imagine him going around blowing his hat across the room?” she asked with a smile. Then she straightened up and waved a hand at Ziva. “Lead on then.”
A/N: Next…Buffy Anne Summers = Kelly Elizabeth Gibbs.