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This story is No. 2 in the series "B,B,WtD?". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Buffy fills in for an injured Xander at NCIS and meets her father, who thought she died two decades ago. **With fanart by MistressAshley.**

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Literature > Action > Author: Tom Clancy
(Current Donor)mmoochFR1349106,845961384527,37120 May 0921 May 14Yes

Chapter 10: A New Possibility

Chapter 10: A New Possibility


Warning: I don’t know; maybe language and innuendo somewhere along the way.

Disclaimer: BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy. NCIS characters belong to Donald Bellisario, Don McGill and CBS Paramount Television. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.

Challenge: #4472 ‘Bunny is my what?’ by CindyB.

Thanks to my betas: zigpal and CindyB. Thanks to MistressAshley for the fanart; it's wonderful!

A/N: Okay, let me get into my protective padding before I tell you this…Now, I know I promised the Buffy = Kelly thing, but that was before someone requested reading about Fornell and Gibbs’ meeting. So while he’s waiting for Giles to arrive, we’re going to do a flashback for that. So sorry for doing this.

EDIT A/N: I came back to make sure that my Tara chapter didn't screw up anything I had already written. Sadly it did, so I had to make a small correction in this chapter to make it match up.

Posted In Honor of this becoming the most popular of my stories on TtH! It is now only second in one category and that is length – which hasn’t anything to do with popularity that I can see.

NCIS Firing Range

Ziva easily lifted her handgun and fired off a magazine with barely taking time to aim, determined to show up this blonde antelope.* She smirked as the sheet made its way back to them with her tight grouping clearly visible. Her 15-round mag only took up the space the diameter of a golf ball. ‘Let’s see her beat that!’ she thought viciously.

The three NCIS agents – well, two and one Mossad liaison – gave each other confused looks as the new girl picked up the NCIS standard-issue Sig Sauer P228 and held it flat in her palm with her eyes closed. It almost looked like she was meditating or something. Then she slowly slid it into a firing grip and opened her eyes to shoot.

Buffy was almost positive that she could outshoot anyone here, just as she could beat anyone in hand to hand. But she noticed the increasing animosity coming from the Mossad agent. It wasn’t as if she was afraid Ziva David would attempt to hurt her – or that she could – but she wanted to try to get along with everyone. Even DiNozzo she thought with sigh.

So between trying to smooth things out with Ziva and also not alerting them to her special skills, she chose to lower her abilities. But not by too much since she did have her own pride to deal with too. By the time she finished her magazine, half of them were in a cluster where the heart would be and the other half in the middle of the forehead. Both of the clusters were a little more spread out than Ziva’s were though.

Despite being impressed, Ziva gave Buffy a smug look of satisfaction at being better than her, which Buffy graciously accepted, slamming down the Slayer’s need to be Alpha all the time. She’d have to give it some time and then challenge the agent to a rematch to quiet her primal side. It wouldn’t do for her to let it feel threatened for too long. That and she’d have to be careful when they had their sparring match – which was postponed by Abby that morning.

McGee looked at the paper in awe. “I thought you said you didn’t carry a weapon?”

“I don’t carry. But I have fired weapons before. But guns and I are unmixy things ever since someone used one to kill me. I prefer the MacGyver method of doing things: using what’s on hand to get me out of a jam,” she answered with a semi-playful grin.

“I'm sorry, I thought you said you died?” Tony interjected.

Buffy’s smile slipped partly. “Don’t apologize, it wasn’t your fault.”

“But how could you be here if you died?” McGee asked the obvious question that they all wanted to know.

She shrugged as if she didn’t know either. She did, but she couldn’t really tell them that her friend used a Wiccan prayer on her behalf. “The doctors don’t understand it either. They thought for sure that I didn’t stand a chance after losing so much blood. They had to just chalk it up to a miracle that I came back from flat-lining in the operating room.”

Buffy turned away to hide the brightness in her eyes as she continued, “The other reason I don’t like guns is that the same guy who killed me, killed a friend of mine at the same time when the bullet passed through me and hit her. Unfortunately, she didn’t get the miraculous recovery that I did.”

McGee guessed the reason for her movements and put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “I’m sorry, we can go--” he started to offer.

She turned back with a sad smile. “No, I’ll probably be expected to carry, right?” They all nodded. “Then I might as well start getting used to it. Can’t always get close enough to the bad guys to take them out without using a gun.” She picked the weapon again and asked with a grim expression, “So what do I have to do to get qualified here?”

Meanwhile, back at the office…

After being told that his team was at the firing range getting Buffy/Kelly qualified for her sidearm, Gibbs sat at his desk, staring at the photo in her file. He also pulled out the last photo he had of his daughter before she ‘died’. He set them side-by-side to see if he could see any resemblance. There was something, but he couldn’t be sure if it was just wishful thinking or not. The blood types indeed confirmed that they could be related, but that didn’t mean they were for sure.

It was probably a good thing she wasn’t around right now because he’d most likely be staring at her and freaking everyone in the office out. At the same time, he desperately wanted her there so he could see if he recognized any of her mannerisms. Oh, he was going to drive himself nuts with this.

Of course all this contemplating led him back to Fornell’s call that morning…

“Gibbs, we’ve got to meet. I have something important to tell you about your newest member. I’ll see you at our spot in 30 minutes,” the man said before abruptly hanging up.

Half an hour later, he sat on the bench next to the FBI agent he had a semi-good working relationship with. They usually helped each other out, especially lately. They might not always be completely forthcoming, but they did what they could without crossing too many lines.

“I’m sure you’ll do your own check on Miss Buffy Summers – if you haven’t started already – but I don’t know if you’ll have the same kind of access that I had for this particular tidbit. There are parts of her file that I can’t get at. I’m not even sure I could if I called in all my markers,” Fornell started off with a grimace.

“What is it, Fornell?” Gibbs demanded impatiently. This didn’t bode well.

The guy flinched as if he expected to get hit – or shot – for what he found out. “Just remember that I only found this out because it was in her file, not in yours.”

Gibbs’ head snapped up in his direction. “What could be in her file that has to do with me?”

Fornell handed him the pages. “These are her Witness Protection Program pages. I saw the flag when I ran a background on her. As you can see, her name before was--”

“Kelly Gibbs,” he gasped when he saw the name on the page.

“Yup. That car accident that supposedly killed your wife and daughter was staged, sort of. There really was an accident and the person protecting them was killed, but they survived. When given her choices, your wife opted to go into Protection,” the FBI agent informed him carefully.

Gibbs gave him a tortured look. “Why didn’t I hear about this before?”

Fornell shrugged, “Aside from them never finding the guy responsible for their deaths? She made a couple comments about not being able to handle the sitting at home and worrying anymore.”

“And Kelly? What did they tell her?” he asked, afraid of the answer.

“She was so shaken up by the accident that she repressed the whole thing. With that and her being so young…best I can figure, she only knew what her mother told her. About the situation and about who her dad really was,” he explained.

Fornell took a deep breath before going on with the news that he was sure would make Gibbs hit the roof…if they were indoors, “Whoever kept track of them, did a half-assed job of it. They just marked that the check-ins went well and left it at that. Never went into great detail about what was happening in their lives. Once they hit California, they essentially disappeared.”

And he was right. Gibbs stood up and yelled, “Dammit! Who was this moron?”

“Doesn’t matter anymore, she died about 5 years ago during one of her visits to check-in with your family.”

“Do they know how? Could it have been someone going after them?” he asked. He knew that the guy who ‘killed’ them was dead, but maybe someone went after them in retaliation.

Fornell shook his head, “No. Apparently they lived near a high crime area and she was just killed by a local gang member.”

Gibbs sat back down and rubbed his eyes tiredly. “So, short of asking Buffy, there’s no way to verify any of this? And she might not even be able to tell me either?”

“Not unless you can convince the President or Congress to unseal her full files,” Fornell suggested with a smirk.

The NCIS agent narrowed his eyes at his friend. “That doesn’t make any sense. Why would a person’s-- a civilian’s file be deemed so confidential that it’d take Congress or the President to get into it?”

“Don’t know what to tell you. I got slapped on the wrist for what I did find. Apparently it’s not a good idea to go searching into her background at all, especially since she didn’t have anything directly to do with the FBI.”

“Well, thanks for this. I may know someone who can fill me in…off the record. It’ll be mostly hearsay though,” Gibbs told him.

“Good luck with that. I hope this turns out well for you. If you can, I’d appreciate hearing what you find out about whether she really is yours or not,” he mentioned with a hopeful note in his voice. This girl had to be Gibbs’; no one else could cause him so much trouble.

Gibbs nodded, “You got it. Thanks again.” He could guess what ‘slap on the wrist’ meant. It may not be terribly bad, but it wasn’t a good thing for someone in their positions either.

Gibbs tried to remember Shannon; tried to remember some hint that she was so unhappy that she’d choose to let him believe that she and Kelly were dead. He just couldn’t come up with anything. Was he that blind? Or was she just that good at hiding it? He supposed in the end it really didn’t matter, she still left him.

And while he didn’t really regret killing the guy he thought killed his family, it did make him wonder whether he would have found out about them sooner if the criminal had been sent to jail instead. But after 20 years, he doubted that was the case. If Shannon had really wanted to get in touch, she’d have done it by now.

And the fact that Buffy didn’t even flinch when she saw him told him that she didn’t have a clue who he was. That meant either Fornell’s records were wrong – which he doubted – or Shannon didn’t tell Kelly about her real dad. Maybe for security reasons, but most likely for the same reason she decided to leave in the first place.

The team came back with coffee which his possible daughter handed to him. He felt his breath hitch at the smile she gave him when she informed him that she was certified to carry a weapon and had already filled out the paperwork to get her own piece. Not exactly the little girl who pranced around the living room with butterfly wings, proclaiming that she was a fairy princess, but he swore there was a hint of the same mischief in her eyes.

Buffy looked at Gibbs with concern; it looked like he just got news that a loved one died. And if anyone knew that look, it was Buffy. Then again, it wasn’t exactly the same look after all. It was actually more like he’d just seen a ghost.

“You okay there, big guy?” she whispered so the three stooges across the room couldn’t hear over their bickering about the final scores at the range.

He cleared his throat and gathered himself before nodding. Then he barked out orders for the team, including having Buffy help McGee sort through emails and other paperwork that they needed to close the case for good. Her friend had gotten them on the right trail and now they were just tying up the loose ends.

Gibbs only managed to stay for another couple hours before his increasingly frequent looks at Buffy were getting noticed by everyone in the office. He made up an excuse and took off to go home until Ducky called him to say that Rupert Giles had arrived and would be at his house shortly.

Amazingly, Gibbs had stayed away from his usual choice of drink while he worked on his boat, sticking to coffee instead. He wanted to be sure he had a clear head when he confronted the guy who might hold the answers he was looking for. When he checked on the boat later, he found he had to replace a couple boards that he had sanded so thoroughly that half the wood was gone.

A/N1: *More Ziva-ism. Poor woman has trouble with American slang and then Buffy comes along and blows everything apart on her with her own unique language (LOL). I’ll try not to do it to her too much or make it sound too stupid.

A/N2: This may have come off sounding kind of anti-Joyce/Shannon. It wasn’t my intention, but Joyce really didn’t respond well to learning about danger so I thought it was in character for her, if not Shannon.

A/N3: Next…I promise, Giles and Gibbs will meet. On my stack of recommendations, ‘k?
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