Chapter 6: A New Mr. Roper
Chapter 6: A New Mr. Roper
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.Posted In Honor of the 100th review on TtH!
Buffy was about to enter the NCIS bullpen when she heard Ducky call out to her.
“Buffy! If I may have a moment of your time…privately
?” he implored.
She gave him a bright smile. “Anytime, Ducky,” she answered sweetly.
He held out a brown paper bag to her. “You left this at my place last night. I thought you might like it back.”
She peeked in and saw her bottle of holy water, along with a cross from Giles that she had shown him the night before. “Oh thank you, Ducky! Ya’ know, for being discreet about this. It’s not exactly something that I want everyone to find out about me just one day after meeting me.…Not that I’m ashamed of it, mind you!” she quickly added, in case he misunderstood.
Ducky put his hand on her shoulder to reassure her. “I understand, dear girl. There are those that would wonder about such a lifestyle. But you should know this…nothing
makes me feel better than knowing you’re taking care of…things
,” he finished vaguely.
Buffy gave him a brief hug. “And that’s why you are one of the greatest guys I’ve ever met! Speaking of which, have I thanked you properly for last night? I haven’t enjoyed myself like that forever!”
He looked surprised by that. “Really? I was under the impression that there were some rather unpleasant memories brought up during our time together.”
“No. Like I told you then, I have to learn to get past the past. If I can’t, then what good am I going to be? Your gentleness was just what I needed. No wonder Giles wanted me to meet you. You
are a godsend.” She suddenly giggled.
“What’s so amusing?” Ducky inquired of the petite blonde.
“I called you a ‘godsend’. See, shortly after I met Giles, we had this…encounter
and when I recovered enough, I called him a god. And he sent
me to you. Get it? God…send?”
“He warned me about your witticism,” he replied with a smile, which caused her to pout. “As well as that lethal pout of yours that will melt the coldest of hearts. So I beg of you to spare this old man and desist immediately,” he pleaded with her sense of decency.
Buffy held it for a few seconds more before smiling at him. “You’re not that old – at least in spirit. Besides, how will I convince you for a repeat of last night if I don’t use my best weapon?”
Ducky’s eyes flashed with amusement. “You little vixen, you don’t need to resort to such tactics. You already have me wrapped around that pretty little finger of yours.”
“So does that mean you’d be up for a threesome tonight? I spoke to Oz and he’s dying to get together with you. He couldn’t believe everything I told him about last night and thinks I must be exaggerating,” she explained.
“Well, as long as things go smoothly today, I would be delighted to meet your young friend. He sounds intriguing to me as well.”
Buffy started again to make her way toward the bullpen when she noticed someone eavesdropping on their conversation. She quietly took a piece of paper and a pen from Ducky and wrote him a note while continuing to babble to him.
He took it from her, read it and coughed to cover a chuckle that threatened to escape. He nodded, indicating he’d follow her lead in the matter. He had a decidedly wicked grin on his face.
She grabbed his arm and secured her own firmly in it as they both walked into the bullpen in view of the other agents. “Thanks again, Ducky! You are a true gentleman,” she announced, then kissed him on the cheek.
Ducky answered her in a similarly charming fashion, “For you, my dear, it is my undeniable pleasure. Do try to come see me today if you get the chance. My morgue is always open for you.”
“Count on it, handsome,” she said coyly, then winked as he made his way back to the elevators. She found the desk that Director Shepard had assigned her the day before and locked the paper bag in one of the drawers. Then she made her way over to the coffee, greeting the rest of the team on her way.
Ziva and McGee looked up from their work and greeted her, a little confused at the conversation they heard. But this was Ducky after all; it couldn’t mean anything like it sounded.
Just then Gibbs walked in past Tony, smacking him on the back of the head to break him out of his stupor. He was standing near the entryway, gaping like a fish out of water. “What’s the problem, DiNozzo?” he demanded.
Tony stood there, stuttering and pointing between Buffy and the elevators, “She-- and-- Du--”
Gibbs turned to the UC liaison and asked, “Do you know what he’s going on about, Buffy?”
She just shrugged, “Sorry Gibbs. Haven’t the foggiest. Ducky walked me in, but I don’t see why that would cause Agent DiNozzo to break down – unless he doesn’t recognize old world manners. Maybe we should postpone today’s plans until he’s better,” she suggested.
He dismissed the idea, “Nah. Might be just what he needs to snap him out of it.”
A/N1: Sorry to end it there but this was just a quickie (wink) that came to mind to celebrate the 100th review last night. Hope you understand the Mr. Roper reference – otherwise, I’m getting way
too old. Tony would get it (smirk).
A/N2: Next…Back to our regularly scheduled program.