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Summary: In response to Challenge 4633. Willow and Xander both discover their fathers aren't who they think they are.

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NCIS > Xander-CenteredMissEFR152256,20259661206,99414 Feb 103 Jul 11No

Preliminary Investigations

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“Um, Giles?" came the voice over the phone. "We might have something kind of a bit of a problem.”


“You going to tell your Dad?”

“Hell, no. It's been a year since he... You know,” he shrugged. “I'm not going to risk him finding out that Mom cheated on him, if she did, if he didn't already know. Er, whatever. Basically, not trying to piss the bastard off. Hey!” he added brightly. “That means I really am a bastard!”

“Most people aren't happy to hear that,” Willow grimaced.

“Most people didn't grow up with someone like Tony Harris.”

“This is true,” she sighed.


“You going to tell your Dad?”

“Hell no. The kid probably has a good life, nice parents. Hell, he probably even has a pet dog, for all I know. I'm not going to hand any brother of mine over to my father's not-so-tender mercies.”

“Your father was ...”

“Drunken, abusive, and philandering. The kid's better off far, far away.”


“So what's this problem you were talking about?” Giles asked the pair once they were settled.

Willow shifted in her chair, and glanced at Xander. Xander shrugged. “It seems that both Willow and I aren't the products of a loving marriage, as it were. Her Dad is an ex-Marine named Leroy Gibbs, and mine is a guy named Anthony DiNozzo. Hey,” he added, turning to his friend, “that means my father is still Tony.”

“Oh, yeah. I hadn't thought about that.”

“Yeah, so, anyway, they're coming out here to talk to us, and we kind of gave your name and phone number in case they need to call us during school time. And we kind of told them that we were in a study group that you run,” Xander confessed in a rush.

“So you managed to find and contact both your fathers? Very clever of you, I'm most impressed.”

“Oh. No, in a really weird coincidence, it seems my brother works with Will's father. So it's Will's Dad and my brother coming out.”

“That is unusual,” Giles mused. “Where do they work?”

“Naval Criminal Investigative Service,” Willow intoned.

“A military version of the police force. So your father is a detective?”

“I guess so. Is that going to be a problem? Xander's brother works with him, too,” she added, gnawing her lip.

“It could be a problem. The Sunnydale Police Department are well known for their obliviousness, but these are proper investigators, they will come here with their eyes open. We need to make ourselves appear as innocuous as possible.”

Willow and Xander exchanged guilty glances.

“Oh, what is it?” Giles demanded.

“I kind of told them we had a gang problem, and to not come here at night time,” Willow confessed.

Giles pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “We can work with that. So I head up a small study club, let's say history and mythology, but you still need to do your homework. We meet regularly in the library, which, of course, we do. Xander, you take higher level courses with Willow, don't you?” With the boy's nod, he continued. “Well that will cover the languages we use, I guess. If you're coping with Willow's workload, then you must have above average intelligence,” he continued, not noticing Xander's startled look. “We will have to explain the weapons as a way of encouraging you in your studies,” he added with a smile for the boy. “Is there anything else you can think of?”

Xander looked at Willow again. “Well, there is this tiny thing about our respective parents,” he began, hesitantly. “It's just that neither Will's nor my parents would exactly win any parent-of-the-year awards, and, well, if they're, you know, investigators, then what's going to happen?”

“I hadn't really thought about that. Willow, where are your parents at the moment?”

“Argentina. There's some kind of conference there, and they won't be back for about a month.”

“Oh, dear. And you, Xander? I don't really know the situation with your parents.”

Xander shifted in his chair, and Willow took his hand, and squeezed gently. “Dad's a drunk. He just about lives at the bar,” he mumbled. “Mom works, a bit, anyway, and she drinks, too. And neither of them are, say, June Cleaver.”

Willow bumped his shoulder gently, and looked at him. Xander stared back, so Willow upped the ante with something Giles recognised as her 'Resolve Face'. With a sigh, Xander continued. “He used to beat me. Hasn't for a year, now. I kind of hit back, you know, last year. During that time...”

Giles thought for a moment, then it came to him. “Oh, last year, when... That time... Er...” He took off his glasses and cleaned them as he tried to think how to refer to that time.

“Yeah,” Xander muttered. “It was a laughing good time.”

Willow frowned in thought, then suddenly understood his reference. “But I thought you didn't remember that!” she protested.

Xander winced. “Didn't want to remember. Didn't want you and Buff to think about it, so I told you that I didn't remember it. G-man here knew that I remembered, but was good enough not to say anything to anyone. But dear old Dad tried to hit me, and, well, She wasn't about to let anyone beat up an alpha. He hasn't touched me since. Though,” he went on, pensively, “he might forget about that if I tell him that Mom cheated on him, and he didn't already know that. Not to mention what he might do to Mom.”

“I've been meaning to ask, Xander, were there any after effects?”

“The memories weren't fun,” he admitted. “I think I want to hunt more, now. I kind of remember running on the savannah, hunting.” He stared into space, as if reliving something. “Add to that, the soldier memories from a month ago,” he shrugged. “I've been doing some PT since then. Thinking of finding a dojo or something.”

“Oh, Xander, getting up early?” Willow teased.

Xander merely grunted in reply. “So, anyway, what are we going to do about the 'rents?”

Giles sighed. “I really don't know. There is a distinct possibility that both your father, Willow, and your brother, Xander, may try to do something to remove you from your respective homes. And I can't really see that as a bad thing.”

“No!” Willow protested. “No, I can't leave here. And I can't be away from Xander. I need him. We've been friends forever, and I can't leave him. They can't take me away from him, can they? And we need to be here, 'cause of the Hellmouth. We need to help Buffy. She needs us. How will you know which cemeteries to hit? Where the newest fledges are? And Xander is totally useful. He helps out all the time. We can't leave here, Giles,” she wailed.

Xander put his arms around his best friend, and Giles patted her shoulder. “You might not really have a say in this, Willow. And your helping us, as much as I've appreciated it, is an aberration. Although, I dare say you can do your work on that infernal machine from a distance? And do you really think it would be best to leave Xander in his current situation?” he asked gently.

Willow shook her head, even as she had it buried in Xander's shoulder.

“Maybe we don't have to be separated,” Xander suggested. “I mean, if my brother is working with your father, that means he's an adult, doesn't it? Maybe I can stay with him. He wouldn't really have to do anything. I can look after myself, have done so for a long time. Maybe, if we ask nicely, we can do that,” he suggested.

“Really?” she asked hopefully.

Giles considered for a moment. He would miss this pair. Their energy and enthusiasm for life, for a fight that wasn't theirs, had infected him. But the Hellmouth was not a safe place, and their home lives, as he'd just found out, were abysmal. “It is certainly worth considering. I will talk to both men when they come here. I need to think about this further.”


Abby was dancing around the lab to the beat of her music when she was startled to turn around and see Gibbs, Caff-Pow in hand, standing there. “Gibbs! I don't have anything for you. There's nothing to have, no results for you to come down here and get the result of, so why are you here? Although that,” she grinned as she snatched the drink out of his hand, “is always welcome.”

He smiled. 'Past master of the babble' indeed. “No, I know there's nothing work related at the moment, Abs. I've just got something personal coming up, and I want some help.”

“Ooh, personal stuff, Gibbs? Who is she? Does she had red hair? What am I saying, of course she has red hair. So what can I do for you, oh Captain, my Captain?” she finished, coming to attention.

Gibbs shook his head in amusement. “I need you to check up on Sunnydale, CA. I've been told that they have a gang problem there, to the point that everyone stays inside at night, and I've been warned about staying in a motel.”

“Why would you be staying in a motel in California, Gibbs? You're not going all the way out there for a job, are you? No, of course you wouldn't. I mean, you may be the best team in the country, but they still have an office out of LA, so they would take any investigations out in California, wouldn't they? So why would you be staying in California, Gibbs?” Abby demanded.

“Not a job, Abby. Like I said, it was personal. I seems that I have a daughter there, and I'm going to visit her. I want to see what she's like, how she is. Make sure everything's okay.”

“Gibbs,” Abby warned, “they've got these things call DNA tests these days. You don't have to take someone's word for you being their father, you know. Even if you remember her mother, and all, it doesn't mean she's your daughter.”

“I know about that, and I will be getting a test done. Tony, too,” he added, grinning. “But I want to see her first.”

“Tony? Why does Tony need a test?”

“It seems her best friend is Tony's half-brother. So Tony's coming with me to meet his brother while I meet my daughter.”

The goth gasped. “Rule 39, Gibbs. There is no such thing as coincidence.”

“I know, Abs, I know. So, Sunnydale. I want to know about it, and this supposed gang problem. I want to know what I'm walking into before I walk into it. Check on Sheila Rosenberg, nee Myer, and Jessica Harris, nee Hayes, while you're at it. I'm pretty sure those will be the names they're going under now. And Willow Rosenberg and Alexander Harris – those are the kids.” He dropped a kiss on his favourite scientist's head. “Now to arrange some time off.”
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