Chapter 7: A New POV
Chapter 7: A New Point of View
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 22000th hit and over 640 people tracking on TtH!
Previously…“… 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.”
Ziva looked up, interested. “What
might snap Tony out of it, Boss?”
“Well, Miss Summers here claims
to have been trained in hand to hand combat and believes that she can beat anyone in the office,” Gibbs replied with a very well-hidden gleam at what would happen to his two cockiest agents at the hands of this tiny, little blonde.
Buffy shot him a fake pout. “I didn’t say that exactly
. I merely said that I could knock you
on your ass. But I suppose that if you’re the best around here, then that means I could
beat anyone else.”
“And Tony got volunteered for this…why?” the Mossad agent inquired, sort of hurt that she wasn’t given the opportunity to take on the smug woman.
Gibbs answered with a shrug. “Besides you and me, he has the most experience with fighting. So I figured she should prove herself before having to deal with someone tough.”
Tony had finally woken up from his stupor enough to ask, “Then shouldn’t she start with Probie?”
“Uh, Boss? If she’s an advanced fighter, it would be a waste of her time to bother with me. You know, since I haven’t gotten very far past basic level stuff,” McGee quickly added, remembering his past experience with Kate Todd and how he thought his now obviously pathetic skills could match her Secret Service training. No way was that going to happen again!
Trying to goad Tony, Buffy spoke up with extra California blonde in her voice, “What’s the matter, Agent DiNozzo? Afraid to get your clock cleaned by a girl
? ‘Cause if you are, I could always just spar with Ziva. You were only supposed to be my warm-up – with her as the main event.”
“Then once I’ve finished with the two of you, I get to take on the big guy there,” she finished, pointing to Gibbs, who was fighting a smile. She went on relentlessly, “Tell you what, why don’t we make this interesting?” Buffy thought about what could be a sufficiently humiliating – without going overboard – wager. “Hmmm, loser has to buy lunch…for the team
McGee quickly got the hint and added, “…for a week.” He looked at Buffy, hoping that he didn’t screw things up with her plan.
But she just smiled and nodded, “A week sounds good to me. That okay with you, big guy?”
Gibbs glared at her for using the nickname again
, but only said, “Fine by me. Shall we get this show on the road? By the way, I invited Director Shepard to observe the match. Even though you aren’t technically part
of NCIS, she’d like to evaluate your skills in case you have to back us up out in the field.”
Her eyes shot open as she remembered something. “Ooo, that reminds me! Ducky wanted to watch too! He was my instructor’s mentor and if I know Giles, he’s probably bragged about me. Ducky wants to see if it’s true or not.”
Tony looked worried, misunderstanding her meaning. “Ducky
was your instructor’s mentor? I really think she should fight Probie, Boss.”
Gibbs was unsure how she meant it himself but then again, he already knew her skill level. “Too bad, she’s fighting you. Have Ducky meet us at the gym next door,” he ordered Buffy as he made his way up the stairs.
Director Shepard’s Office
Gibbs poked his head in Shepard’s office, announcing, “We’re heading to the gym for DiNozzo and Summers’ fight.”
Jenny narrowed her eyes at him. “Did you warn him that she beat you
He snorted, “Course not! But to make it more interesting, she challenged him by saying the loser had to buy lunch for the team. McGee surprised me by adding it should be for a week. Either he knows something or he trusts her confidence level. But DiNozzo tried to call it off again when she said that Ducky was her instructor’s mentor and that he wanted to see if the reports he’d gotten were accurate or not. So she wanted to invite him to watch.”
“As in ‘fighting’ mentor?” she asked, curious about her medical examiner’s history all of a sudden.
Gibbs shrugged, “No clue. If he is though, that would be damn impressive and I will have to have a talk with him.”
“Well, let’s not make them wait any longer. Do you think Abby would like to come along?” she inquired as she stood from her desk and made her way over.
“I’ll go down and check with her. See you over there in a few,” he called out, walking to the elevators.
The NCIS crew watched as Buffy chose to warm up using Tai Chi. Those who didn’t recognize it were filled in by Ducky. Her slow, methodical movements were a sharp contrast to the bouncing and neck-rolling that Tony was doing. It was as if he was warming up and she was cooling down.
Jenny looked over as she saw Gibbs walk up. “Where’s Abby?”
“She couldn’t make it. Said she couldn’t sleep last night and was busy analyzing something. But she said she’d watch on the live feed. Record it even…if we wanted,” he added with a smirk, indicating that she was indeed doing just that.
“What was she analyzing? For which case?” Ducky asked. Abby was very dear to him and if she needed assistance, he’d be glad to help her out if he could.
Gibbs shook his head in confusion, “Couldn’t tell. We haven’t had any burn cases, but I could have sworn it looked like ashes of some kind.” Ducky’s eyes widened slightly, though nobody noticed. Surely it was only because of talking to Buffy last night that this made him think of vampires.
“Knowing her though, she probably stumbled across something that piqued her interest and decided to make a study out of it for future use,” Gibbs went on, oblivious to Ducky’s internal alarm.
“Most likely,” Ducky absently replied. He had bad feeling about this, but it would have to wait until later before he could deal with it. With Abby, it really shouldn’t come as a shock that it could
be what he was thinking. It was the timing that was worrisome.
Gibbs called out to the two on the mats. “Are you ready to go? We don’t have all day, you know!”
Buffy smiled at Tony, but it wasn’t as warm as one would hope. At least he didn’t know her well enough to be truly
worried. “Anytime you are, Agent DiNozzo.”
Tony nodded and moved toward her. When he got close enough, he threw the first punch – albeit with only about half his strength. She deflected it easily and used his momentum to roll him over her so he was behind her, flat on his back. His eyes widened in shock as he considered where his first mistake had been. He allowed his libido to do his thinking for him…yet again, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass.
It didn’t even help that Ziva seemed unaware of the new liaison’s skills. And he was sure that Ziva was unaware because if she knew about Buffy Summers and had been part of a set up to make him look stupid, she’d have a evil little grin on her face right now. Instead, she looked almost insulted that she hadn’t gotten first chance to fight her.
A small cough from his opponent jolted him out of his thoughts. She had this knowing smirk on her face and he suddenly hoped that the team would have mercy when it came to choosing lunch for the next week. Beyond that, he wished that he could make a good enough showing not to appear like a complete ass.‘Oh well, might as well get it over with.’
When he finished that thought, he made his next attack; this one more deliberate and – hopefully – less likely to leave him as vulnerable as the last one did.
Buffy studied the changes in her sparring partner’s demeanor. He no longer only
looked at her as if trying to figure out the fastest way to remove her clothes. There was still a hint of it there, but now it was surpassed by the concern of getting in over his head in this match.
She quickly ran through the team dynamics in her head, remembering especially what Ducky and Gibbs had said – and not
said – about the guy. While she still didn’t like the way he treated McGee, she hoped it was more of an ‘older brother tormenting a younger one’ kind of thing, rather than a malicious one. But if it proved to be the latter, she could always hurt him for it in the future. For now though, she’d help him maintain the slightest
bit of his dignity.
With that in mind, she began fighting with him as though he were one of the new Watchers that she occasionally helped train. That meant she pulled her punches, but not all the way. But she wouldn’t let him land a hit if she could help it – and she could
Gibbs stood there, a little surprised, but mostly impressed with the small blonde. He could tell by her earlier comments that she was less than awed by Tony’s charm. Chances were that he’d tried to hit on her in a less than subtle fashion and only succeeded in annoying her. Her refusal to call him Tony despite his repeated requests attested to that. He had half expected her to threaten his manhood during this match…just a bit.
However, now she was protecting his ego. Gibbs knew from his own experience with her yesterday that this match should already be over. But she was dragging the fight out, studying the agent’s style – as if to memorize it – and did the bare minimum to counter it.
A closer look at Tony’s face might explain her change in attitude since it revealed a change of its own. His eyes reflected respect for the young woman that he rarely gave any
female – especially one he just met. Only went to show that he really did
need the sense to be knocked into him. It also proved that Buffy didn’t hold onto a first impression forever, which he liked – as long as it was decided intelligently.
Ziva felt uneasy about this match-on**. Somehow she felt jealous. But she wasn’t sure of what. She knew just by watching Summers’ warm-up that she was probably as good as she claimed to be. Or at least close to it. For that reason, she
should be out there, sparring with the UC liaison.
The other alternative bothered her for reasons she didn’t want to consider consciously. She saw the arrogant way Tony threw his first punch and the ease with which it was used against him. But when he made his next attempt, it was entirely more respectful of his opponent and her abilities.
had trouble with Tony giving her the respect she deserved. Yet this woman gets it within two days of meeting him. It just wasn’t right!
McGee couldn’t help but gloat inwardly. Even if the fight was still going on, it was clear even to him who the victor would be. Oddly enough, it didn’t bother him that the one to knock Tony down a few pegs was a tiny, 5’3” slip of a girl…-ish woman, he hastily amended – afraid that she might be able to sense his thoughts and be offended.
He liked to make believe that Tony did respect him on some
level, but it was hard sometimes. And he knew that in any way that it might matter to the older agent, he was unlikely to best him at anything. Maybe Buffy Summers would be willing to teach him enough to help him improve his chances in a fight. Hopefully it wouldn’t hurt to ask.
Ducky watched with amusement as the petite Slayer toyed with her prey. Oh, that wasn’t an entirely accurate description of what she was doing, but it was in there…he could see it because he knew what her nature truly was. He hoped that Jethro recognized that she was letting the young agent maintain his pride by not beating him within the first 5 seconds.
Knowing how it would turn out, he allowed his mind to drift back to his conversation with Rupert late last night, shortly after Buffy had left. He could have waited until this morning to call – and part of his sleep-deprived brain wished he had – but he wanted to learn what he could before seeing her again. Something about the way she avoided talking about the past couple years concerned him.
Apparently with good reason. The ‘item’ they lost in that big battle a few years back was her own sister! Ducky knew from past letters that Buffy was an only child. And more importantly, so did she
. But despite that, she loved this ‘Dawn’ girl as if they had
been sisters for 14 years and refused to sacrifice her, even at the cost of her own life.
How awful it must have been for her to die to save her sister, only to learn it didn’t help after all. But somehow, he doubted it would have made a difference to her if she had been told that – no, even known
that – Dawn would cease to exist beforehand. If she hadn’t tried
to save her anyway, the guilt of ‘What if…?’ would have driven her crazy for the rest of her life.
If that wasn’t bad enough, what happened after--SLAM!!!
The door burst open, startling everyone in the room – even Buffy. Although, in her case, it was the person
, not the action, that drew her attention. She shook her head furiously – but with very small movements – hoping that said person would understand and not out her in front of everyone.
Gibbs looked at the dark lab tech in amused confusion. She was certainly excited about something. “Abbs, what are you doing here? I thought you had things keeping you busy in your lab and couldn’t make it?”
A/N2: Next…A Goth, an M.E. and a Slayer walk into a lab…then lock the door.