I. What's the Rush
None of these characters belong to me. I am merely borrowing them to help breathe life to this nagging plot bunny in my head.Summary:
Booth landed a marine case when a near-skeletal remains of a young male was dug-up at a construction site. Gibbs & team are following up on the distrubing demise of a very healthy petty officer that shares more than just DNA with Booth and Bones’ dead marine. Buffy was awakened by a disturbingly vivid dream involving twin male, the Feds, NCIS & a Big Bad Reincarnation, she took Faith and Willow with her to D.C. to find out what was that dream about.Author’s Note:
I know it has been a while since I worked on writing crossover fics. Heck, it has been a while since I last wrote a fanfiction, period. Anyway, I just recently got sucked in to the wonderful world of NCIS and couldn’t help but love each and every character in this series. So far I am updated for season 6 & 7, but none of the earlier seasons. This is the first time I am writing a fic using characters from this newfound fave fandom of mine so if I made some errors, please let me know; constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated – that’s the only way I’m going to learn.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
All in a Day’s Work
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“WHEN is the next flight out to D.C. from Hopkins?” Buffy asked when she stormed in to he small library on the main floor of the three-storey Summers home located near the outskirts of Cleveland where they uprooted after Sunnydale went down.
Willow, Andrew and Giles were all working in the cramped room doing menial research since demon attacks were low in the new Hellmouth lately when Buffy burst into the room.
“What?” frowned Andrew.
“What for?” asked Willow.
“Why?” inquired Giles.
“Do I have to have a reason why?” Buffy asked irately. She looked chagrined as she stood beside Willow and demanded, “Well?”
Willow exchanged bewildered looks with Andrew before looking at Giles to ask for some guidance. Buffy was acting really strange right now. It wasn’t un-Buffy-like for her to be in freak-out mode, but usually when she was in this mode she often give them the 4-1-1 on why
she was antsy.
Giles nodded, a signal to Willow to do what Buffy asked. Something was troubling the Slayer and she was trying hard to not get them all involved, but her action was cause enough for suspicion that something ominous was about.
Willow turned back to her computer and pulled up an online airline ticket sale site. She typed in the necessary info the site required and waited to find out the answer to Buffy’s question.
“Uuh...Buff, right now the soonest flight out of Hopkins is for nine o’clock tomorrow morning,” Willow told her friend once the site gave her the info she was searching for.
“Is that for a direct flight?” she asked.
“No,” Willow shook her head.
“Can you search what’s available for direct flights?”
“S-sure.” Willow ticked off the ‘direct flight’ box on the screen and hit search again.
Giles moved to stand behind the two friends, his eyes fixed on the blonde Slayer. He was trying to figure out what happened to make Buffy act this antsy and asking for the next available flight out of Cleveland.
“There’s a ten o’clock flight out to Dulles tonight,” Willow said when her browser stopped searching.
“Okay,” Buffy glanced down at her wristwatch, noted the time then met her friend’s gaze once again. “Book me a seat on that flight please,” she ordered and made her way to the door. “Actually, book three seats – I don’t care which area, just make sure three seats are booked. You’re coming with,”she announced at the doorway.
“Who’s the third for?” Willow called out before Buffy disappeared, but she wasn’t quick enough. Buffy was already gone before she could finish her sentence.
“Third one’s for Faith,” Buffy poked her head back into the room before disappearing again.
“Where are you going?” Andrew called out, curious to know why the Slayer was in a hurry to leave th elibrary.
“Gotta find Faith!” They heard Buffy call back to them before the front door slammed shut.
“Whoa, what was that about?” asked a still befuddled Andrew.
“I have no idea,” answered Willow who was busy booking three seats for tonight’s direct flight out to Washington D.C.
“Whatever it was,” Giles paused and turned to look at Willow’s screen, “the answer lies in D.C.”