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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)mmoochFR1349106,845961383525,31820 May 0921 May 14Yes

Chapter 34: An Old Debt Settled

Chapter 34: An Old Debt Settled
A/N: Okay, so for this, I went with the assumption that Hank Summers was a lawyer, made $150 grand a year after taxes, and paid only half of what he was supposed to according to his and Joyce’s divorce papers.

EDIT: Switched this chapter with the Jenny chapter.

Warning: I don’t know; maybe language and innuendo somewhere along the way. A bit of character bashing, but I doubt anyone will mind when they find out who.

Challenge: #4472 ‘Bunny is my what?’ by CindyB. This chapter inspired by MistressAshley’s ‘His Little Girls’. I’ve had this chapter written practically since she posted that gem.

Thanks to my betas: zigpal, Hawkehunt, Chrislover, AshDawnSoulmates and CindyB.

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

Posted In Honor of over 225,000 hits on TtH!



Buffy’s Hospital Room

The morning after the team found out about Buffy being Gibbs’ daughter, she got two visitors in her room. “Hey there, probie girl. When you gonna get off your butt and get back to work?” Franks asked with a smirk.

“Soon as these stupid doctors believe I’m okay!” Buffy raised her voice at the end of the sentence as she faced the open doorway.

Fornell closed the door to give them some privacy, then chided her, “Well, in all fairness to them, you did get shot in the shoulder; they’re bound to be a little cautious about letting you go.”

Waving his hand in dismal, Franks scoffed, “Ahh! They’re just a bunch of pansies! She’s fine!”

She tried not to laugh since that still hurt. However, she smiled at the retired agent. “I knew I liked you for some reason…and it obviously isn’t your charm, because that is nonexistent.”

“She’s got you pegged, Franks.” It made Fornell happy to see the young lady doing well. He didn’t want to think of what losing her would do to his friend – especially after he just got her back.

“That she does. But I bet she’ll give me a kiss in about 10 seconds.” Franks waggled his eyes at her as he moved towards her.

Buffy looked at him suspiciously. He was up to something. “Oh really? And why would I go and do that?”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an envelope, only to wave it in her face. “Because I got a late Christmas present here for you; it’s from me and Fornell.”

As she took it from him, she asked the FBI agent, “Is it safe to open?”

Who laughed at her question and the mock pain on Franks’ face. “Go ahead. I promise it’s safe,” he promised.

“She trusts you more than me? I’m hurt.”

She opened the envelope and pulled out a check. Her eyes widened when she saw the amount it was for. “Uhh, guys? What’s this?”

Fornell took the chair next to her bed in an effort to make her more comfortable. Franks took the hint and sat in another chair. “Franks and I went to visit that bastard who you thought was your father to discuss the way he treated you.”

“Uh-huh, and is he still alive?” Buffy was slightly worried for Hank’s health. She felt she had to remind them, “You know that he never hurt me.”

Narrowing his eyes, Franks replied angrily, “Not physically, but he was crap as a dad. You deserved better than that.”

They were momentarily stunned by the thousand-watt smile she gave them. “And I have it now. But I still don’t understand the money.”

Assuming responsibility for the explanation, Fornell answered, “We looked into the stipulations of the divorce. In return for not fighting him in court and exposing him and his lover, Hank agreed to pay $3000 a month in child support for you until you graduated college. That was in addition to the normal stipulation of paying Joyce $2000 a month in alimony until she died or remarried. According to the records we found, he only managed half that.”

“And that added up to $300,000?!” she inquired incredulously, not able to do the math that fast in her head.

The smile Franks gave her was positively chilling. “Well, we convinced him that you deserved interest on the money, plus a little for pain and suffering.”

“Uh, yeah.” She could accept that explanation. Then she had a thought. “Wait! Everyone knew that Hank cheated on Mom. Doesn’t that mean the contract is void?”

Now it was Fornell’s turn for the scary grin. Did they practice these things in the mirror? “No, because Joyce never told anyone which assistant he was sleeping with. They all assumed it was Miss Michaels. In actuality, he had an affair with Mr. Abrams. Considering the firm’s biggest client was a homophobe and would have left them if he knew that his lawyer was having sex with his male assistant… The fact he’s still their biggest client gave us the leverage to force your father to honor his end of the agreement.”

The conversation they had with the man was somewhat interesting – especially when they told him they knew about the affair and threatened to expose it.



*Flashback*

Hank Summers’ Home
Three days earlier…


When Hank opened the door, Fornell stepped forward confidently. “Mr. Summers? Do you mind if we come in?”

Still blocking their entry, Hank inquired politely, “Who are you?”

Fornell pulled out his ID and flashed it, even though this was an unofficial visit. “I’m Agent Fornell of the FBI and this is my…associate, Mr. Franks. We’re here to speak to you about your ex-wife and her daughter.”

“I have nothing to say about that bitch or her freak of a child,” Hank snarled, though he moved out of their way.

Putting his hand on Franks’ arm to keep him from beating the man to death, Fornell warned Buffy’s former father-figure, “You might want to watch what you say about them around my associate. He cares deeply for the young lady, and you bad-mouthing her-- Well, let’s just say it could prove to be unhealthy for you.”

“What? Can’t he speak for himself? I’m not afraid of you; you lay one hand on me and I’ll sue for police brutality,” Hank bluffed, not willing to show how scared the silent man made him.

Fornell shrugged carelessly at the threat. “You could, but he isn’t a law enforcement agent. He just came with me while I ran this errand for Buffy.”

Turning back to the agent, Hank demanded, “What errand?”

“Collecting the money you owe her, of course. I figure this should just about cover it,” Fornell answered, handing a slip of paper over.

Hank opened it, and his jaw dropped at the number written there. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m paying her anything, much less that amount!” he spat at them.

“Huh, guess I owe you 20, Franks.” Fornell sighed as he took out his wallet to retrieve the bet.

“What?”

After giving the looming Franks the money, Fornell turned back to Hank. “He said you’d make us do this the hard way.”

Taking a moment to calm himself, Hank managed to ask without squeaking, “Oh, so he’s here to rough me up?”

“If you want,” Fornell said with another shrug. “We were just going to call Mr. Bennet and tell him about your affair with your assistant, Stephen.” Then he got a scary grin on his face as he appeared to just think of something. “You know what, I think Franks would prefer to beat the shit out of you. Franks, why don’t you do that while I fax Bennet the proof of the affair. That way, we both get the satisfaction of helping Buffy get revenge on this bastard.”

Hank stepped back quickly, pleading, “Wait! I don’t have that kind of money available. I’ll have to resume the payments I set up for Joyce.”

Fornell pretended to think about that for a minute before shaking his head, “Sorry, that doesn’t work for us. You either get us a cashier’s check for the full amount or we’ll finish what we started.”

Hank’s eyes flashed in indignation. “That’s extortion! You’ll lose your job for this.”

“You could try to make it stick, but you realize the problem with that? You’d have to come clean about what we’re holding over your head. And do you know what would happen to me if you filed a complaint?” Fornell saw Hank’s glance at Franks and commented, “Oh, nothing would happen to Franks ‘cause he’s retired, but me? They’d give me a slap on the wrist – or maybe a commendation. I’m not sure which, though I suspect it would be the latter. Your daughter is part of a very influential organization now, and I think I remember her saying she’s even had dinner with President Ryan and his family in the private dining room of the White House…on more than one occasion.”

“So what does she need the money for if she’s so powerful?” Hank pouted in confusion. How did that freak of a girl end up with an organization like that?

Fornell’s eyes narrowed as he got right in Hank’s face. “It’s so she knows that you’ve been hurt; just like you hurt her when you abandoned her after the divorce.”

Hank stupidly scoffed at the idea of remaining Buffy’s father once the divorce papers went through. “Like I’d want to stay in contact with her after she humiliated me! The only way I salvaged the situation was to get her committed instead of arrested.”

This time, it was Franks’ turn to hold Fornell back. Once the FBI agent had himself under control, he ground out, “Mr. Summers, the more you talk, the more we just want to skip getting the money from you, and just go for the real pain – both figurative and literal.”

Seeing the real danger he was in from these two men, Hank decided this was a lost cause…for now, anyway. He could always get satisfaction from the freak later. “Fine. I’ll get you the damn money!”

Franks must have seen something in his eyes, because he hissed venomously as they left a few hours later with the check, “Oh, and Summers? If I ever hear of you causing that beautiful young lady any trouble… I’ll come back for another visit, and I can’t promise you’d survive that one.”

*End of Flashback*



“I get it.” Buffy knew how important his job was to Hank. Even when she had still been his princess, work came first with him. “Wow, that’s so weird,” she commented after a moment.

“What is?” Franks asked.

“I slept with a Parker Abrams in college.” She shuddered at the memory of that mistake in her history. “That’s a little too similar for my tastes.”

Franks remembered the name from their research on Hank and his lover. “You’re right, that is too close. Stephen Abrams’ little brother went to UC-Sunnydale; Parker couldn’t get into Stanford like Stephen and their dad.”

Buffy looked like she was going to throw up. She slept with the brother of her step-father’s lover! “Ick! Where’s mental bleach when you need it? So I take it this means Parker’s dad wasn’t really dead?”

Okay, that was out of left field. Fornell had to ask, “Why would you ask that?”

Realizing that she'd made a mistake which these two weren’t likely to let go of, Buffy sighed. “Umm, okay you gotta remember that I was really stupid back then. Please, you can’t tell Gibbs about this! Promise me! He pulled the sensitive, vulnerable crap on me to get me to sleep with him. Then the next time I saw him, he treated me like I should have known it was just a casual hook-up.”

“He what?” Fornell positively growled. It was one thing to know that sort of thing happened, but for it to happen to Buffy?

Buffy held out her hand as if to keep him from storming out, wincing as it pulled at her stitches. “Remember, you promised not to tell my dad. Sure, Parker was a complete asshole for doing that to me and who knows how many other girls, but he doesn’t deserve to die for it.”

Franks gave Fornell a look, then assured the young blonde, “Don’t worry, we won’t say anything to probie.”

“Good,” Buffy breathed a sigh of relief, not catching the meaning of the look or the careful wording of his promise. “Now come over here so I can give you both a kiss to thank you for taking care of Hank. Because of the Council, I don’t really need the money now, but on principle, I’m glad to make him pay. Mom had to work too many long hours to pay the bills while she was alive, and I would have had to work at the frickin’ Doublemeat Palace to keep from losing the house if it wasn’t for Giles. Thanks to him, I was able to work on my degree instead. And because of Hank’s utter selfishness--” She took a deep breath to calm herself down. “Okay, it’s in the past now, and my life is good,” she finished, trying to convince herself as much as them.

“We can always go back and break a couple bones…” Franks offered with a smile.

Buffy shook her head, “Nah. Then he would feel like a martyr instead of a bastard. Wow, Giles would be so proud of me for not going for blood.”

Fornell looked at her in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right? The man Gibbs described as frightening? I’m a little surprised that Hank was still in one piece when we showed up.”

Guessing that they thought Giles had failed her somehow, Buffy explained, “That’s ‘cause Giles knows I stopped caring about Hank when he didn’t show up for Mom’s funeral. Knowing that he wasn’t my real dad helps explain why he cut me out of his life when they divorced.”

“No, it doesn’t. He was lucky to have a chance to have you in his life.” Fornell brushed the hair gently away from her face before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks. Oops, you guys better get out of here; the nurse is gonna make my life miserable now,” Buffy said as the door opened to show the woman in question. Only the slight twinkle in Buffy’s eyes showed she didn’t hold the nurse personally responsible for her misery.

Franks gave her a kiss and squeezed her hand. “Take care, girlie. We’ll see you when you get out. I hear your friends are planning quite the party to welcome you home.”

“You’d think they would learn not to throw parties for me!” Buffy muttered under her breath after the two left, much to the confusion of the nurse attending her.

~~~~~~
As they made their way to the parking lot, Fornell turned to his accomplice-- er, associate. “So, you up for a visit to see that Abrams boy?”

Franks gave him that chilling grin again. “I like the way you think.”



LA bar
Two days later…


“Hey, barkeep! Two beers, please,” Franks requested as they took their seats at the bar.

While he did that, Fornell turned to the young man sitting next to them. “Hey, you’re Parker Abrams, right? You went to UC-Sunnydale before it fell into a crater?”

Parker moved his gaze from the waitress he was mentally undressing to the two old guys that addressed him. “Yeah. Do I know you?”

“Not personally. I’m a friend of the family,” Fornell answered, leaving out whose family he was friends with. “Let me buy you a drink.”

“Thanks, mister.” Parker made it a habit never to turn down a free drink; saved him money so he could use it to con women into bed.

~~~~~~
Several drinks later…

Franks grabbed Parker before he could slide off of his bar stool. “Geez man, I think we should help you get home; you’re in no condition to drive.”

“That’s weird. I can usually hold my liquor better than this. Guess I shoulda eaten more at dinner,” Parker slurred in return.

Grabbing Parker’s other arm to lead him out, Fornell murmured to Franks behind the boy’s back, “Or maybe you shouldn’t have taken that roofie we gave you.”

With glazed eyes, Parker asked, “What was that?”

Franks opened the door to their rental and gestured for Parker to get in. “Nothing. Bell was just agreeing with you. Let’s go grab something on our way.”

Parker giggled then. “Bell. We should go to Taco Bell. Bell can have his tacos.” Then he collapsed in the back seat of the car.

Pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, Fornell complained, “Cripe. Can’t we just pound the shit out of him and leave him in an alley? I lost my tolerance for his company about two minutes after meeting him – and it only took that long because he was drinking instead of talking.”

“I’d rather he be awake for this. It’s much more satisfying that way,” Franks answered ominously.

Fornell agreed with that sentiment. “What’s with the name you came up with for me?”

“Took the ‘b’ from your first name and tacked it onto the last syllable of your last name. Hey, sorry if you wanted the little creep to know your real name.” Franks peeked in the back seat to see Parker had passed out, then he moved to the passenger side to get in.

“It’s fine, I was just curious.” Once they were buckled up, Fornell started the car and began their journey to the safe house they picked for this little adventure. “So, since we want to avoid physical proof, I’m guessing we’re doing sleep deprivation and the other mind techniques?”

Since this was just a re-hash of their earlier conversations, Franks said what he was supposed to, “Sure, sounds good to me. And when he asks which girl we’re doing this for?”

“We’ll let him wonder about that. Should be good for some nightmares whenever he runs into one of them.” Then Fornell chuckled evilly.

Franks joined him in laughing at their victim. “You sure are a vicious bastard. If you ever want to take a break from reality, feel free to look me up in Mexico. Probie knows how to find me.”



Monday morning came around, and a very nervous Parker Abrams slipped into the mailroom of Johnson, Kendrick and Taylor – which just happened to be the law firm his big brother, Stephen worked at. The full extent of the trauma his ‘missing weekend’ caused became evident the next time a young lady from the steno pool tried to bed him. When it came time to seal the deal, his equipment failed to rise to the occasion. The threats of the two men that grabbed him came back and scared him too much to get aroused physically. That was just the first of many such failures, and even Viagra couldn’t help him.



A/N: Next…Clearing the air.
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