Large PrintHandheldAudioRating
using
 paypal
Twisting The Hellmouth Crossing Over Awards - Results
Is your email address still valid?

Bunny, Buffy, What’s the Difference?

StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking
Story

This story is No. 1 in the series "B,B,WtD?". You may wish to read the series introduction 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.**

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
NCIS > Buffy-Centered
Literature > Action > Author: Tom Clancy
(Current Donor)mmoochFR1349106,845961382513,13320 May 0921 May 14Yes

Chapter 3: A New Surprise

Chapter 3: A New Surprise
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: Thanks to my betas for their help... zigpal and CindyB

Posted In Honor of the 50th Review on TtH!



NCIS

On their way back to the bullpen, Ziva intercepted them. After being hastily introduced to Buffy, she told Gibbs she had a lead on the case they needed to follow up on right away. He told the others to go in one vehicle and ‘Miss Summers’ and he would follow in the other.

Although he was impressed with her ability to handle Ducky’s job, that didn’t automatically mean he was okay with being given what he perceived to be as a babysitting job. He guessed it was politics at its worst that she’d have the unique security clearance. And given her age and looks, she would still get in the way if there was trouble out in the field. He only hoped that it wouldn’t hurt their case – or worse – cost someone their safety.

“Now listen, Bunny. While we are on scene, you are to stay out of the way. You got me?” he ordered with a sideways glare. He hoped to put her in her place. When he wanted to be, he could be downright intimidating and right now he wanted to.

Buffy turned to face him fully even though he was driving and couldn’t do the same. “Now you listen, Leroy. I will allow you to mock my name the one time. That is one time more than others get, I might add. And that is only because I know it is annoying to be forced to let someone ‘tag along’ with your group. However, do it again and I’ll knock you on your ass. You got me?” she bit out, trying to contain her anger. Even after as many times as it happened, having some macho shit pulled on her, still pissed her off beyond the telling of it.

He snorted in disbelief, “Ziva can’t even do that and she’s much better trained and deadly than you.” The little blonde might be a decent fighter, but she’d have no chance against him or Ziva. Maybe Tony, if she were really good.

“How would you know she’s better than me? You don’t know how I’ve been trained. And I don’t remember fighting her,” she picked apart his observation. She was starting to think it was some sort of military blindness or something. Had they never ran into a deadly, small woman before? It was clear he respected this Ziva chick so he wasn’t entirely a macho prick.

“Because she’s Mossad,” he answered simply.

“And…?” she prompted rhetorically then snorted, “You think they’re the toughest fighters in the world? Don’t get me wrong, they are among the best. But they certainly aren’t the best.”

She took a deep breath to calm herself before giving him a wicked grin, a nasty plan forming in her mind. “I’ve got a proposition for you, Agent Gibbs. When we get back to the office, you and I do best 2 out of 3 falls. If I win, you treat me – and my name – with the respect I deserve.”

“And if I win?” he asked with a smirk. He thought maybe he could turn her into some sort of gopher for the team and keep her out of his hair at the same time.

“I don’t mock your name and I continue to treat you with the respect I’ve already shown you,” she shot back with an identical smirk.

“Deal,” he answered, then fell silent until they arrived at their location, lost in his thoughts.

Damn, she had a point. She had treated him better than he treated her. Not to mention, Ducky genuinely liked her and he was a great judge of character. He just couldn’t help himself. She unsettled him for some reason and that was making him act even more hostile than he usually was to new people.

But it wasn’t as if he could back down now without losing face. The best he could hope for was to not hurt her and if she made a good enough showing in their sparring match, he could use that as an excuse to treat her better. He prayed that she was as good as she thought she was.



Dingoes’ Dance Den

“So Ziva, where’s this witness we need to talk to?” Gibbs barked as he got out of the vehicle.

Ziva took an unnecessary glance at her notes. “He’s one of the sound guys here. The manager said that he’d be available to talk before he has to set up for the band coming in tonight.”

Gibbs shook his head in annoyance that they had to come here instead of hauling him into the office. Too bad he just wasn’t a suspect. He looked at his guest to remind her, “Miss Summers, if you could let us handle this?”

Buffy fought the urge to roll her eyes at his fake politeness but decided to answer it in kind. “Not a problem, Agent Gibbs,” she replied with a toothy smile.

The group made their way in and she watched them ask the witness question after question and get very little in response from him. She had deliberately kept out of ‘earshot’ range of the questioning, as well as out of sight of the guy they were with, but figured he knew she was there anyway.

When it finally looked like Agent Gibbs was going to lose his cool, she decided to intervene. She stood and walked to the group. “Excuse me, agents. I was wondering if you needed a drink from the bar. It’s awfully dry in here,” she offered with a secret wink to the witness as she came over. He answered with a barely noticeable lift of his eyebrows.

Ziva looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “What? No! We need to finish up with this witness!” she declared.

Buffy tilted to look past her as if to get a peek at the guy for the first time and her eyes widened in pretend shock. “Oz! What are you doing in DC? Last I heard you were doing the Tibet thing!” she rushed over to give him a genuine hug and smile.

“You know,” he responded in true Oz fashion – just like he’d been doing to the agents during their questioning. This caused Gibbs to run his hand over his face in frustration.

“Miss Summers, you know this man? Why didn’t you say so?” he bit out irritatedly. The rest of his team winced. They knew that he was about to snap and it wouldn’t be pleasant for any of them. Buffy and Oz just shared a smirk however.

“Well, Agent Gibbs…I’ve been sitting over at the bar, staying out of the way. I didn’t see who your witness was until I came over here,” she answered with wide eyes.

If you knew Oz well enough, you’d know that he was busting a gut laughing on the inside at her handling of this guy. There was something odd about him though. The werewolf in him was sure that he hadn’t met the guy before, but he felt recognizable…like pack to him. Maybe Buffy would have an idea. He’d ask her later.

“Since you do know him, would you mind getting him to help us?” Gibbs asked in an overly cordial fashion.

“Sure thing. What do you need to know from him?” she questioned perkily.

They went through the questions again and to the agents it didn’t seem like she got much more than they did. But when she handed the piece of paper that she’d been scribbling on and it was filled with answers…detailed answers. Tony stared at her in shock. “Wha--?” he started.

She chuckled, “You just have to be able to speak Oz-speak. He doesn’t use many words, but the ones he does – plus his expressions and reactions – say a lot.”

Gibbs couldn’t believe this. There was no way that she could have really gotten all of this out of what he said and did. He grabbed the paper and showed it to Oz. “Is this accurate?” he demanded.

Oz started to shrug but saw a pleading look in Buffy’s eyes and chose to speak instead, “It is, Agent Gibbs. Sorry that I couldn’t be clearer with you earlier. Just a force of habit, I guess.”

He turned to Buffy. “Hey, I gotta get back to this. Wanna get together later?”

“Sure. I’m having dinner with an old buddy of Giles’ tonight – one he likes,” she quickly clarified. “Did you want to join us or do something another time? I don’t think Ducky would mind if you came along,” she told her friend.

He shook his head, “I’m not done here until after 3. Will you still be up?”

She stared at him to ask her own question about the area nightlife. “I don’t know. Would it be okay if I stopped back after dinner?”

Oz shrugged noncommittally, “Fine with me. See you then.” Then he walked back to his work.

The team stared at her, wondering just who she was and how she already knew two people in a town that she was supposedly new to. Right now though, they had more important things to deal with and went back to the office to follow up on the new leads that this ‘Oz’ character had given them.



One hour later…

Gibbs and Buffy were alone in the gym after finishing their match. He had given his team their assignments when they got back to the office and practically dragged her down here so he could concentrate on trying to figure her out.

It was a good thing they kept their match private. At first he thought she suggested it to spare herself any embarrassment. But when he found himself staring up at her within seconds, he realized she did it for his benefit. The second takedown took longer since he wasn’t as arrogant in his approach, but she still managed it without breaking a sweat.

In his humbled state, he even offered to call her whatever official title she held in her organization. “I apologize, Miss Summers. You were right; I was treating you poorly and for the reason you mentioned. I like choosing who is on my team and who isn’t. But it wasn’t right for me to take it out on you personally. I will call you whatever you prefer…” Seeing the gleam in her eye, he hastily added, “within reason.”

This offer caused her to give him a warm – if enigmatic – smile. Buffy almost laughed at the reaction if she took him up on his offer to call her ‘Slayer’ – or ‘Senior Slayer’ as the majority of the rest of the Council called her when she couldn’t convince them to call her Buffy. Then she promptly refused his offer, saying that he could call her Buffy.

“I’m guessing that you only treated me the same as any new addition, right?” she asked with a knowing smile. He nodded. “Then it’s not too insulting. I may have overreacted a bit because of a past bad experience or two as well.”

“Well, you can feel free to call me Gibbs, most everyone at the office does,” he responded. Then he had an evil thought. “What would you say to a repeat of the match? Next time with DiNozzo? We might be able to make a bit of money on the side,” he egged her on.

“God’s gift to women?” She pretended to think for a second. “Sounds perfect!”

“Just to warn you, Ziva will want a shot at you as well, especially once she sees you take down DiNozzo,” he added, actually interested in watching that match-up more. He didn’t worry about her attitude toward Tony; she’d see that he was a good agent and more than just a skirt chaser. And Tony would probably learn to keep his hands to himself after the match.

“That’s okay; she sounds like she’s more of a challenge than he is,” she answered with a laugh.

As he walked her out to her cab, he tried to get more out of her about her group but she deftly sidestepped any in-depth answers. She claimed ‘need to know’ and made it sound legitimate. Of course, this only heightened his curiosity about the young lady.

The other strange thing that he notice was, even after she wiped the floor with him, he felt protective of her. However, he wasn’t attracted at all to her. Now, some think that was because he was partial to redheads, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t ever interested in other types of women. And she was very beautiful; he could say that objectively. Except that only fueled his protective streak towards her. She was like Abby he realized with shock.



A/N: Next…Dinner with Ducky.
Next Chapter
StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking