Chapter 11: An Old Friend
Chapter 11: An Old Friend
Warning: I don’t know; maybe language and innuendo somewhere along the way.
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Challenge: #4472 ‘Bunny is my what?’
A/N: Thanks to my betas for their help... zigpal and CindyB.***Please Read***
A/N2: Okay, there’s going to be a little discrepancy in my story now. When Buffy got the assignment, she was worried about being on ‘vacation’. In this chapter, we will see another reason – more important one – why she wouldn’t have wanted to leave Europe. Please understand that they are both true in a way and that it was just because the way Musie wanted to handle djhardim’s request for getting the name of the Council right: and that was finding out what happened to Xander.Posted In Honor of the 250th review on TtH!
Gibbs was on his way over when Ducky finally called him that evening. He tried working on his boat to keep his emotions and thoughts under control, but found it didn’t work like it usually did. He activated his hands-free device when the phone rang. “Yeah Ducky, what’s up?”“Rupert has arrived, Jethro,” Ducky informed him casually.
“I’m almost there,” he said, uncharacteristically nervous.Ducky smiled to himself. “As I thought you would be. I’m actually surprised you aren’t here already. Although it’s best that you aren’t. Buffy and her friend Daniel Osborne only left a half hour ago.”
Gibbs grew suspicious that his witness had been at Ducky’s house that evening. “What were they doing there?”“Just visiting. Young Daniel is a friend of Rupert’s as well and when he heard about me, he wanted to meet. We had already made plans when you and I talked earlier and I couldn’t cancel without raising any more suspicions. You apparently made quite an impression on Buffy this afternoon, Jethro,” he couldn’t help but tease a little.
Gibbs felt like banging his head on the steering wheel. He had been that obvious? “I’m here,” he said in place of an answer as he pulled into the driveway.
When he walked inside, Gibbs immediately sought out the man that he assumed was none other than Mr. Rupert Giles – the one who held the answer that could turn his world upside-down. He figured that gave him the right to see what kind of person he was. And the best way to do that was to give him the Gibbs Glare that unnerved his team and many suspects.
Much to his chagrin though, the guy not only didn’t flinch under his steely gaze, he actually met
it. They stood there, trying to make the other back down first. But after a few minutes, Ducky came back carrying a tray with tea and Gibbs’ favorite home-blend of coffee. The older man’s impeccable manners dictated that he carry any blend for people who regularly visited.
Ducky smirked at them, “If you two are quite through with your staring contest, may we get to what brought you here, Rupert? My dinner with Buffy and your mutual friend…Oz, I believe he said to call him, was immensely uncomfortable for me. I did not enjoy hiding your impending visit from her – even if it was only temporary.”
Giles looked appropriately contrite. “I apologize for that Ducky, but I knew that I would need to be as well-rested as possible to help Buffy through this. And that meant waiting until tomorrow to let her know I’m here.”
Feeling his hackles rise, Gibbs leapt up from his seat that he had just taken. “You’re suggesting that being my
daughter would upset Buffy?”
The younger Englishman just rolled his eyes at the theatrics. “Her history with the man she thought
was her father was less than exemplary. And bringing up anything
that makes her think of that pillock is bound to bother her. That
is what I am suggesting, Agent Gibbs.”
Gibbs didn’t like the sound of that and ground out, “What did he do to her?”
“More of what he didn’t do. She never spoke much about her life before Hank and Joyce divorced, but once the two ladies moved to Sunnydale, he decided that having a daughter wasn’t worth the effort.” Giles paused to take a sip of his tea, “Of course, now that I know he possibly wasn’t her real father, it makes a little bit of sense. But he still should be strung up for deserting someone as wonderful as Buffy.”
Deciding that he’d worry about the other father later, Gibbs went back to what was important, “So what information do you have that indicates she might be my daughter?”
“I’m afraid that I can’t share that with you,” Giles said calmly.
“What? Wh--” Gibbs stood again and took a step forward.
Giles just glared at him before clarifying, “It involves internal Council business and without Buffy agreeing to tell you, I cannot divulge it to anyone who hasn’t already been approved.”
“Then what the hell are you doing here?” he yelled.
Ducky figured it was a good time to intervene, “I believe that he was going to get my input on the information before approaching Buffy with it. Is that correct, Rupert?”
He nodded, “That and just seeing how she’s doing so far in her new duties.”
Gibbs looked confused at the other man’s concern. “She’s only been here for a couple days.”
Giles got an unreadable – but decidedly bad – expression on his face as he remembered something. “Yes, but her last brush with the military was less than pleasant. I was a little worried about assigning her to NCIS.”
Even though he knew what Rupert was referring to, Ducky still wondered, “Why did you?”
He set his cup down and leaned back in his seat. After composing himself, he told them, “The Council member who was intended
for the position was badly injured and couldn’t make it. Xander isn’t expected to get out of the hospital anytime soon. Besides, Buffy already had the security clearance that the other members didn’t.”
Seeing the pain on his friend’s face, Ducky prompted gently, “Can you tell us what happened to him?”
“On the job injuries,” Giles tried to answer nonchalantly and failing miserably. “The group we were going after captured him and tortured him until we were able to rescue him two weeks later…five countries away. Even then, we were very fortunate to find him. They knew who he was and what he meant to our group. To be honest, I’m surprised they didn’t kill him as soon as they got him.”
“Why is that?” Gibbs questioned, sneaking back into the conversation.
Giles’ eyes narrowed in rage that made the other two blink from its intensity. “Because since they hurt
him, now they have some very angry and motivated people after them. As well as anyone who was stupid enough to help them with this. People who won’t rest until the ones responsible are gone
. We hate losing someone to death and will do what we can to even the score, but torture demands something greater in retribution.”
That only served to confuse Gibbs more. “So why is Buffy here? Or were the two of them not close?”
“They were practically brother and sister,” he said. Then he took his glasses off to wipe them clean. “She came because I reminded her that the Council needed her here
. Hopefully what she learns from your team will help us track these groups down faster in the future. Plus we need to maintain the goodwill of the US government.”
Guessing how the Slayer would feel about what had happened, Ducky inquired, “Are you sure she’s going to be happy to see you since you took her out of the action?”
Giles gave him a rueful look. “I don’t know, but I hope she will remember how much she cares for me and won’t hurt me too
Something about the way the man said that made Gibbs uneasy. This was possibly his daughter they were talking about and this man was his
age. “And what is your
relationship with her?”
“I believe that it is up to her to tell you. But over the years, it has undergone numerous changes. And I suspect it will undergo more in the future,” Giles answered vaguely.
Gibbs got right into his face and yelled, “That is a bullshit answer! Now, what
is your relationship?!”
Giles yelled right back, “None of your business until Buffy says otherwise! That is the only
answer I will give you.”
Deciding to try another tack, Gibbs calmed himself and went back to his seat. “What did her mother think of you?” he questioned.
The Watcher knew what the other man was trying to do. It actually worked in his favor that he was already so protective of Buffy. Didn’t mean he’d make it any easier for the man though. “That too changed over the years. But it mostly alternated between hating me and being resigned to my place in Buffy’s life. What made it tolerable for her was knowing that I would lay down my life for Buffy if I could. Joyce and I managed to make our peace with each other just before her death.”
Gibbs reached in his wallet and pulled out a photo. “Is this her?” he pleaded, not caring that he was letting his emotions show.
Giles studied it intently, not able to come up with a good answer – as much as he wanted to for the man that he was finding himself liking. “I can’t say for certain. The hair color and style are different, but what is throwing me is the eye color. However, there are many features that appear similar though,” he offered lamely.
That surprised Gibbs. “Her eye
color was different?”
Giles nodded with his own confusion evident, “Yes, Joyce’s were blue; she said Buffy got her eyes from Hank. I never talked about it with Buffy and there were hardly any pictures of him around the house so…”
They kept talking for another hour or so until Giles was too jetlagged to continue. As much as he tried, Gibbs was unable to get the information that was so compelling that it drew the man across the ocean. The best he could hope for was that Buffy would decide to tell him.
Buffy walked backward out of the elevator as she kept talking to Abby. She spent the last hour telling her about her night with Ducky and Oz. Abby almost bounced off the walls when she heard that Oz was a werewolf. That made Buffy wonder if anything
didn’t excite the walking caf-pow!
But when the lab tech started hinting – like a bulldozer – that she’d love to study Oz’s blood and any were-samples she could get, Buffy stomped down on her…hard. Then she quietly explained their dealings with the Initiative and why it was a bad idea to even suggest that around him. And just like that, Buffy found Abby’s off-switch. She looked so subdued and ill by what she heard that Buffy was afraid she might actually throw up.
So she spent the elevator ride sharing some of the funnier Hellmouth moments in an effort to cheer her new friend up. She must have been making some progress too since the light had started to come back into her eyes. Buffy was just about to begin the story of when Dracula came to Sunnydale when she heard a certain British voice behind her speaking softly with Ducky and Gibbs.
In a perfect impression of Abby, she spun on her heel and raced across the room with a loud squeal. She hit Giles with enough force to make him stumble back a few steps. After a few seconds of her Slayer hug, he gasped out, “Still need to breath, luv.” Then she leaned back slightly to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Suddenly, her eyes glittered dangerously. Before he could do anything to defend himself, she knocked him to the ground.
As he picked himself up off the floor, he remarked dryly, “Not pleased to see me, then?”
Buffy opened her mouth to tear into him, but caught sight of their audience. She quickly glanced around, then grabbed his hand in a vise-like grip and dragged him to the elevator. Once inside, she threw the emergency stop button.
“Talk!” she commanded.
Back in the bullpen, six people stared at the elevator doors with widely varied thoughts racing.
As the most informed person in the room, Ducky watched the two in amusement. Poor Rupert would have a devil of a time with calming that blonde dynamo.
DiNozzo sat there, stunned, as the newest object of his failed flirtations literally threw herself into the arms of the guy talking quietly with Ducky and Gibbs. Maybe she really did have a thing for older guys. He winced in sympathy when she decked him. He remembered his match with her the day before and didn’t envy the guy at the moment. A few seconds ago, sure. Not now though.
Ziva raged in jealousy. She didn’t know who the Englishman was, nor did she care. But Miss Blonde and Perky dragged him off to the elevators to talk to him. That could only mean one thing…she knew
that it was Gibbs’ version of a private conference room. Two days! She’d been there only two days and she was practically the NCIS pet!
Abby was stuck somewhere between pouting that she didn’t hear about Dracula and dying of curiosity of who the new guy was. Gibbs would always be her silver fox, but this guy was quite the looker too.
McGee just looked confused. He had been busy on his computer when he heard the squeal. He would have sworn it was Abby, not Buffy though. Who knew there were two of them? He watched as she hugged the man Ducky brought in earlier. Then his eyes widened in alarm when she hit him. Was she on some medication that she forgot to take this morning?
Gibbs was almost growling at the pair. But he didn’t know if that was because he was afraid the man was his possible daughter’s lover or a rival as a father figure.
A few silent minutes later, the elevator doors re-opened and the pair stepped back out. Buffy attempted to appear calm, but it was apparent that whatever she had been told had shaken her up terribly.
She turned to Gibbs to inform him, “I have some Council business that I have to take care of immediately. But I’ll take my cell with me in case you need to get a hold of me.”
A quick glance at Giles made it clear that she knew what was really going on. And Gibbs was impressed that she had the presence of mind to come up with a cover story. “Fine. Make sure you get back here as soon as your business is concluded though. You still have procedures to catch up on.”
Then he walked over to her and his voice softened as he looked her in the eye, “Buffy…I hope it turns out okay.”
Not wanting to stick around for the aftermath, Ducky quickly offered, “I’ll walk you two out.”
A/N: Next…What did Giles tell her?