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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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NCIS > Buffy-Centered
Literature > Action > Author: Tom Clancy
(Current Donor)mmoochFR1349106,845961384527,57320 May 0921 May 14Yes

Chapter 2: A New Team

Chapter 2: A New Team
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.

A/N: Congrats to djhardim for getting it first that Ursagga is Sumerian for ‘hero’ – what everyone in the Council strives to be. Several others were able to figure it out as well. Guess I didn’t do such a good job at making it obsure.

A/N2: Thanks to my betas for their help... CindyB and zigpal

In honor of over 2000 hits/chapter!!!


“Hello, hello!” Tony DiNozzo leered as the beautiful little blonde stepped out of the elevator into the bullpen. “Probie, now that’s a woman!”

Tim McGee rolled his eyes at the agent before answering sardonically, “Thanks, I wasn’t sure.”

“I just figured that since you haven’t had a date in so long, maybe you were,” he shot back. He stood as she got closer and held his hand out. “Hello, may I help you, Miss…?” he asked charmingly.

“I’m looking for either Director Shepard or Special Agent Gibbs,” Buffy replied coolly. With her enhanced hearing, she’d heard his earlier comments and just prayed to the Powers that she wouldn’t have to work with this walking hormone. “Buffy Summers, UC liaison to NCIS.”

“Agent DiNozzo, Miss Summers. It’s a pleasure,” he responded with a wide smile, holding her hand longer than necessary.

Buffy struggled to control her strength; it would be so easy just to add a little more pressure and break that slimy hand. He must have taken lessons in charm from the Immortal, which was very bad for Agent DiNozzo. “Shepard or Gibbs, please,” she requested calmly.

“Director Shepard’s office is just up the stairs, Ms. Summers,” McGee interjected, sensing that Tony’s charm wouldn’t work on this one. Who knows, maybe she was married or something.

“Thank you, Agent…?” she said with her first real smile of the visit as she turned to McGee, practically yanking her hand out of DiNozzo’s.

“McGee. Tim McGee,” he answered with a shy smile.

“Don’t worry, he’s just a probie agent,” DiNozzo interrupted dismissively, attempting to regain her attention.

“But he’s the one who answered my question, Agent DiNozzo,” she returned with her best blonde, airheaded, cheerleader smile. No need to alienate the natives before meeting the boss – even if they were asking for it.

Before he could say anything back, his phone rang and she took the opportunity to slip up the stairs without his unwanted assistance.

“Come in,” Director Shepard called out at the knock on her door.

Buffy walked in purposefully, “Hello, Director Shepard. My name is Buffy Summers; I’m the liaison from UC. I hope I’m not late.”

“Not at all,” Shepard replied with a smile. “May I ask what UC stands for?”

The Slayer hesitated for a mere second, before answering, “Ursagga Council. We restructured after the old Council was destroyed in a bombing a couple years ago and decided that it needed a new name as well.”

“What is it you do there?”

“Mostly ‘need to know’ stuff,” Buffy told her, remembering one of the special phrases to stop unwanted questions, “But we specialize in investigative work and now we also have small sets of units that provide protection around the world in various hotspots. I suppose in your terms, you could call them special ops teams.”

“I’m telling you this because you are the in charge person and we want a somewhat easy-going relationship with the different groups we collaborate with. That and I get the sense that I can trust you; I hope that it isn’t misplaced and that you can keep this information between us until I say otherwise,” she finished with a hint of a warning glare.

Which Shepard duly noted. “Thank you. I’ll work not to make you regret it. As you are not actually an employee of NCIS, you may call me Director or Jenny, whichever you feel comfortable with.”

“I appreciate that; you can call me Buffy. My mom was a big Elizabeth Taylor fan and we lived in California where all the little girls had cutesy names, so…” she finished with a defeated wave of her hands.

“Why she couldn’t have named me Elizabeth and just given me the nickname of Buffy, who knows? I realize you don’t need this litany, but I’m hoping that if one person here knows the back-story, it might make its way around quietly so I don’t have to continually defend my name each time I’m introduced,” she explained with a pleading tone.

Shepard chuckled, pleased that the glare she received earlier must have just been a reflexive motion, given since she shared extremely confidential information. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to let the right people know and they’ll tell the others without making it obvious that I want everyone to know. How’s that?”

“Perfect!” Buffy sighed. “Now, Giles said that I’m supposed to work with Special Agent Gibbs’ team. Is he in or are they out on a case right now?”

“Last I heard, they were in the building, catching up on some casework and waiting for reports from forensics.” She grabbed her phone and called Gibbs to her office.

“What’s up, Director?” Gibbs asked as he strode into her office. “Ducky just called to tell me he has something to show me.”

Shepard gestured to Buffy to introduce them, “This is your new liaison, Buffy Summers. Buffy, this is Special Agent Gibbs.”

“Miss,” he replied with a nod of the head, shaking her hand. He was surprised by the young girl’s firm grip. There was something else that was bothering him about her. She seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn’t figure out how.

“Agent Gibbs,” she answered respectfully. Despite his obviously being former military, she liked his look. He was tough and not afraid to let people know it. “Would that be Donald Mallard that you’re talking about?” she asked with a private smile.

The two NCIS agents shared a confused glance. “Uh, yes. He likes to be called Ducky though. Do you know him?” Gibbs inquired.

“Actually, he’s an old friend of my…” she hesitated, unsure of how to describe Giles to these people, “co-worker, Rupert Giles.”

Shepard shot her a look. “I thought Dr. Giles was the Head of UC.”

“Oh, he is! But he’s not really my boss. We’re more of co-leaders, I guess you’d say. Along with two others. We each have our own area of expertise to keep an eye on,” Buffy replied with a smile. She enjoyed their looks of surprise at her position in the Council.

“Then you are more than welcome to join me, if you’d like,” Gibbs offered, smirking inwardly. He figured that the petite, doll-like blonde would turn tail and run once she got a look at the morgue.

“Great! Let’s hit it then!” she said enthusiastically. She was excited to meet someone from Giles’ past that he actually admired.

They just got down the stairs when her stomach growled…loudly. She shot him a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I raced out before grabbing breakfast. Can I swipe one of the jellies over there?” she asked, pointing to the coffee table.

“Go right ahead.”

“What’s up, boss?” DiNozzo questioned, coming up to them, with McGee on his tail.

“Miss Summers here is going to be joining our information session with Ducky,” he answered.

“Shouldn’t we warn--?” McGee shut up at the glare from Gibbs.

She bounced back over to them, donut and coffee in hand. “Okay, I’m ready to go!”

They entered the morgue, letting Buffy go first. They were expecting her to go pale or maybe green at the sight of the cut up cadaver on the slab. But she just ate her last bite of donut and washed it down with her coffee before throwing the cup and napkin in the garbage. She even took the time to lick the raspberry jelly off her fingers as she approached the table.

She pretended not to notice their shocked and somewhat nauseous looks. Honestly, men were so predictable! She knew that when Gibbs didn’t warn her Ducky was an ME, that he wanted her to run away screaming or something. Didn’t he think that Giles would tell her what Ducky’s job was?

“Jethro! So good of you to come. And you brought company, I see,” Ducky greeted cordially.

“Yes. This is Buffy Summers of the--” Gibbs started.

“…Watchers Council,” he finished with a beaming smile. “Rupert has told me so much about you over the years, Miss Summers.”

“Well, one thing he must have forgot to mention is that we are no longer the Watchers Council, Dr. Mallard. We go by UC now,” she smiled with a significant look, hoping that he would wait to question her until later.”

DiNozzo was under no such request though. “What does UC stand for?”

Buffy fought the urge to pinch her nose in frustration. ‘They really should have picked a less unusual name than Ursagga. Still it was better than ‘Watchers’. Why not just announce to the world the history of Slayers while they’re at it?’ she thought derisively. “The new founders chose the name Ursagga Council; don’t ask me why,” she added carelessly with a little extra blonde bimbo in her voice.

She smiled at Ducky though. “Giles said that you two had talked about me, Dr. Mallard. I just want you to know that you can’t believe a word he says,” she teased.

“I find that hard to believe. He certainly didn’t exaggerate your beauty, young lady. And I insist you call me Ducky!” he added with a wink, shocking the other men in the room. They had never seen him act so…flirtatiously – and with a woman young enough to be his granddaughter!

“You know, he forgot to warn me that you were so charming! It must be an English thing, although I’ve met enough of your fellow countrymen to know that’s not the truth. Maybe just the group you and Giles kept company with,” she flirted back. “But you and I can getting better acquainted later, possibly over dinner? I believe you had news for these agents?”

“Delighted, are you free tonight?” At her nod, he turned back to the body on the slab and began his recitation of the deceased’s injuries.

As they left the office, she handed the medical examiner a card with her local numbers on it, telling him she looked forward to seeing him that evening.

A/N: Next…Gibbs learns a lesson.
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