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A/N: Partial spoiler for the end of NCIS Truth and Consequences. I don’t know how long this is going to be, and it might not follow NCIS canon. Let me know what you think, and I do take suggestions for future chapters, and story lines.
Chapter 1: The Rescue
The sounds of firing guns was the first thing Faith, Willow, and Buffy heard, when they materialized in the middle of an empty hallway. All three of the women back up to the dirty stone wall.
“Red, where the fuck did you transport us to?” Faith asked, quietly.
“Somalia,” Willow whispered.
“And what hell are you doing here?” she asked.
“One of our slayers was captured by a terrorist cell,” Willow replied.
“Red, we can’t fight people with guns. What the hell were you thinking, bring us here without telling us what were in for,” Faith growled at the redhead.
“What did you want me to do. Waist more time, by telling you that we’re going into a dangerous situation. You do that every night, Faith,” Willow spat back.
“Yeah, but they don’t involve guns,” Faith said; her voice getting a little loud.
“Well what the hell do you want me to do. We have a job to do, and I didn’t even know what we were getting into when I transported us here. All I knew was someone was in trouble,” Willow angrily whispered.
“Yeah, and you didn’t even tell us who,” Faith stated.
“Because I’m not sure, who it is. All the man said was that a slayer was captured, where she is, and by who,” Willow said.
“And you believed him. What if this is a fuckin’ trap, Red,” Faith yelled quietly.
Buffy watched quietly as the scene played out before her. She finally decided to stop it before it got out of hand. “Guy’s will you stop it. We have a job to do, even if there is guns involved. If it‘s a trap then we‘ll deal.”
“Yeah, but she coulda’ told us all this before we got here,” Faith argued.
“I told you already. I didn’t know,” Willow said.
“God, you two fight like an old married couple,” Buffy said.
“We are married Buffy,” Willow said.
“Yeah, still can’t believe that,” Buffy said.
“Why, because I bagged the hot redheaded witch,” Faith grinned.
“No more like the fact that Willow managed to get you to the alter, and that I wasn’t there. You two just came back home from Argentina, and were like; Hey guys the mission was a success, and oh yeah were married.” Buffy said.
“Guys, we have to get going,” Willow said.
“Fine, but we’re gonna to discuss this when we get home,” Faith said.
“Fine. Come on lets go this way,” Willow said. The three of them walked down the hall, until they came to a T. Buffy peeked around the corner to the left, and then to the right to see if the coast was clear.
“There’s no one there,” she said to the other two women. Willow peeked to see which way to go next. At the end of the hallway off to the left was a door, while off to the right lead to another hallway. The sounds of gun fire was getting louder.
“This way,” Willow said pointing to the door.
“Willow, how do you know where to go?” Buffy asked.
“Because I can feel her,” Willow replied.
“Oh, right,” Buffy said.
The women were an arm’s length away from the door, when they heard several shots being fired directly behind them. Willow whipped around and quickly placed a force field up in front of them. The bullets hit the shield and disintegrated. Willow whispered a few words in Latin and the man who shot at them dropped to the floor.
“What happened to him?” Buffy asked.
“I knocked him out,” Willow said, as she dropped the shield.
“That thing is handy,” Buffy said, referring to the shield.
“Not handy enough,” rasped Faith. Buffy and Willow looked to their left, to find Faith leaning against the wall. Blood was oozing from her left shoulder.
“Faith,” Willow yelled starting to panic. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah. Bullet passed through and through. I’ll be fine. Hurts like a bitch though,” Faith replied.
“How did it get through the shield?” Willow asked aloud as she pulled a cloth out of her pants pocket, and covered the wound.
“It hit me just as you put your force field up. That thing was pretty wicked.” Faith said.
“I’m sending you back home. They can patch you up there,” Willow said.
“No. You need to save your energy for when we’re both home,” Faith said.
“Why’s that?” Willow asked her wife. Faith responded by wiggling her eyebrows.
“Yep, she fine,” Buffy chuckled.
“Come on. We got a job to do,” Faith said, as she moved to open the door.
“Faith,” Willow said; stopping her wife just before she opened the door. “Please let me send you home.”
“No. You brought me here to do a job, and I ain’t leaving til it's done,” Faith said, and then opened the door.
“Stubborn woman,” Willow grumbled, before they entered the room. Four people were in this room. One man was on the ground, one was standing, one was bound in a chair facing them, and a woman was bound to a chair facing toward the window. A second after they entered the room, a bullet flew through the window hitting the man who was standing. He dropped to the ground.
Buffy was the first to act. She ran forward to the man on the ground. “Are you alright?” She asked him.
“Yeah I’m fine. Who are you people,” he asked.
“Friends. Were here to rescue you. I think. I‘m Buffy,” She said, as she helped him up.
“Tim. Why are you here to rescue us?” McGee asked.
“Not you. Her,” Faith said; picking the knife up, she walked over to the woman in the chair. “Ziva?” she asked her.
“Faith? What are you doing here?” Ziva asked, as Faith cut the zip ties that held the Israeli’s arms together. Then handed the knife to McGee, so he could cut Tony’s.
“Rescuing you,” Willow replied, for her wife.
“Willow?” she asked.
“Yep. Bet your glad to see us,” Willow said.
The door, which Buffy had closed when they came in, suddenly burst open.
“Look out,” Tony yelled, as a man with a gun came in. Shots were fired from out the window hit him. He dropped to the floor.
“Damn it. That’s the guy I knocked out,” Willow said.
McGee cut the last tie, and Tony got up out of the chair. McGee picked up Saleem’s fallen gun, and both men moved to Ziva.
“Come on. Alright, Here we go,” Tony said, as they helped Ziva out of her chair. The three of them rushed out of the room, with Buffy, Willow, and Faith following quickly behind them. They went straight, to the end of the hallway. A man suddenly came into there view, only to be shot by an unknown shooter, just as fast. At the end of the next hallway stood a man in ghillie suit, and holding a camouflaged sniper.
“Let’s go home,” He said.
“Who’s he?” Buffy asked.
“Our boss, Gibbs” Tony said.
“Who are they?” Gibbs asked.
“My friends,” Ziva said weakly.
“Alright, come on. All of you. You can explain who they are when we’re safe” Gibbs said. The group started to follow him out, but were stopped when they heard the sound of a body drooped to the ground, and Willow frantically saying Faith’s name.