Summery: What if only a week after Buffy returns home after the events in ‘Anne’, her mother gets in a car accident and is killed. Buffy finds out that not only is Hank not her real father but, SSA David Rossi, is. Buffy is introduced to a possibility that she never knew before. Was she really capable of falling in love and having a normal life? Not exactly… (Buffy Summers x Spencer Reid in later chapters)
A/N: This story takes place in the beginning of Season 3 of BtVS and Season 6 of CM. The only thing that changes is if you move up the years of Buffy. Spencer Reid is 24! He joined the FBI and BAU when he was 18. I know this could never happen but, in this story… it does.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever owned Buffy or Criminal Minds. I just wanted to see what happened when they got all swirled up in my brain...
The doorbell jarred Buffy from her sleep. She had only gotten back from patrol a few hours ago and was still sore from an older vampire that was attacking some teens in the cemetery.
Buffy threw on her terry cloth robe and made her way to the front door, all the while wondering why her mom hasn’t gotten up yet. She moved quickly, looking out the window to see two uniformed men wearing grim expressions. She opened the door, careful to stay beyond the threshold.
“Buffy Summers?” One of them asked.
“Yes? What’s going on?”
“I’m afraid to tell you that your mother was killed tonight, a traffic accident.”
Buffy’s mind went blank. “What?” She asked numbly.
“Your mother is dead, Miss Summers.” She closed the door and reached for the phone.
“Giles, I need you.”
ONE WEEK LATER:
Buffy sat at her vanity, running a brush through her blonde hair for what seemed like the hundredth time. A soft knock came at her bedroom door and a matching voice spoke. “It’s time for the reading of the will.” She turned slowly and faced her watcher. Buffy stood from the stool and headed downstairs. Her eyes felt heavy and dry, it took most of her self-control to keep more tears from spilling over.
When everyone was seated at the dining room table, Joyce’s lawyer began to speak. “This is the last will and testament on Joyce Summers…” he droned.
“To Rupert Giles, my daughter’s watcher and my dear friend, I leave the gallery and all art in its possession.” Giles took a deep breath and nodded. “To Alexander Harris, the son I never had, I leave the sum of $5,000. Please use this to move out of your parent’s house.” Xander let out a sad chuckle and nodded for the lawyer to continue. “To Willow Rosenburg, Buffy’s surrogate sister, I leave the sum of $5,000 to use to further your education.” Willow put a hand over her mouth and let the tears run freely. “And to my beautiful daughter, Buffy Summers, I leave the total sum of $10,000, for her college education, and I leave a letter explaining the following circumstances. Guardianship of my daughter, Buffy Anne Summers, will go to David Rossi. If he refuses, it will be turned over to Rupert Giles.” Buffy felt her jaw almost detach and fresh tears fall down her cheeks.
The lawyer handed Buffy an envelope and nodded to everyone before leaving. Her hands shook as she opened the envelope. Tears fell freely as she read through the last words her mother was telling her. After she finished, she looked up to Giles with wide eyes. “Hank isn’t my father, this David Rossi is. He’s an FBI agent.”
THREE DAYS LATER:
Giles had his arm around Buffy’s waist as they walked through the maze-like halls of the FBI Academy in Quantico, VA. “What if he doesn’t want me, Giles?” her voice was quivering in fear, very un-Buffy-like.
“Then I’ll get him to sign over custody to me and we’ll go back to Sunnydale.” She nodded. “Now, let’s hurry before we miss our appointment.” Giles walked through the glass doors, Buffy trailing behind him. Buffy looked around and saw the door she was looking for. “Giles, up there.” Buffy nodded to the office up the stairs.
Both she and her watcher paused before Buffy raised her hand to knock. A brief ‘come in’ was heard before Buffy pushed open the dark wooden door. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the older dark haired man behind the desk. “A-Are you David Rossi?” the man looked up and nodded. “My name is Buffy Summers. I’m Joyce Summers’ daughter.”
David’s eyebrow’s knitted together. “I don’t know a Joyce Summers.”
“You knew her as Reynolds, Joyce Reynolds. She told me you lived down the street from her...”
He nodded his head slowly. “I haven’t seen or heard from her in ages. How is she?” Buffy’s gaze went straight to the carpet.
“Joyce was killed in a car accident almost two weeks ago.” Giles spoke from the doorway.
“I’m sorry for your loss but, I still don’t understand why you’re here.” Buffy pulled out the copy of the will and Joyce’s letter and handed them to him.
“My mom left me that letter with her will.” She looked into David’s eyes. “It states that I’m your daughter and that guardianship should be given to you until I turn 18.” His face remained blank. “I already took a DNA sample for you to test yourself. A detective in L.A. sealed it for me, her phone number is on the post-it.” He nodded, seemingly in a daze. “I know you’ll want to verify this yourself.” Buffy set the evidence vial and post-it on his desk. She then looked up to Giles before leaving the office.
“I’ll be right out, Buffy.” Giles told her with a small smile. The smile faded, however, when he looked to Rossi. “I’m Rupert Giles, a friend of the family. I just wanted you to know that if you decided to not want to be a father, guardianship of Buffy would go to me. She will be well taken care of.” Rossi nodded. “We will be in town for a few more days because Buffy wanted to see the Holocaust museum. Call me after you’ve done your tests and background checks, with you decision.” Giles left Rossi’s office with a black expression on his face.
Rossi was in shock. How could he not be? Taking a few deep breaths, he got to work. Picking up his desk phone, he dialed the one person who could and would find out anything there was to know about his progeny.
“You have entered to Twilight Zone of Knowledge.”
“Can you look up Rupert Giles and Buffy Summers?”
“Sure, sir. Is this about a case?”
“No. It’s personal. Can you still do it?”
“Yeah. I’ll do it. Call you back when I have the info.”
Minutes later, Rossi’s desk phone rang. He picked up without a second thought. “Rossi.”
“Sir? It’s Garcia. I found what you were looking for.” Her voice was hesitant.
“What is it, Garcia?”
“I think you should come down to my lair.” Rossi nodded and began packing up the things Buffy and Rupert had given him.
“I’ll be there in a few.”
Meanwhile, Penelope was looking over the records she had uncovered, trying to catalog it in her mind. Her door opened and she spun to face her visitor.
“Buffy Anne Summers, age 17, blonde hair, green eyes?” Rossi nodded. “She has a spotty juvenile record. Was a cheerleader at Hemry High in L.A , then apparently got involved in the wrong crowd and got expelled for burning down her school gym. Her parents, who were going through a very nasty divorce, put her into a mental institution, Bennington Sanitarium. Sound familiar?” Garcia raised an eyebrow at Rossi. Buffy and her mother, Joyce Summers then moved to Sunnydale High where her record has been clean.”
“What about Rupert Giles?” Rossi asked.
“Rupert Giles moved to the states almost two years ago and became the librarian at Sunnydale High. His record is clean too.” Penelope looked at Rossi and bit her lip wondering if she should say something. “What’s going on, sir?”
“If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone else?” she nodded. “Buffy Summers is my daughter.” Her eyes grew wide. “Yeah, I know, came as a shock to me too. I only found out about an hour ago.”
“Are you sure?” Rossi nodded.
“I saw it in her eyes. I just knew.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to request some time off so I can get a teenager moved into my house and get to know the daughter I never knew I had.”
Garcia couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on her face when Rossi turned to leave.
AN HOUR LATER:
Rossi knocked on Hotch’s office door and entered a moment later. “Hotch, can I request a few weeks off?” The Unit Chief looked at him surprised. “Preferably starting tomorrow?”
“Is everything alright, Dave?” David nodded, still a little shaken up by his apparent daughter’s past.
“I just have to take care of a few things. So, can I have the time off?” Hotch nodded.
“Of course, I’ll start the paperwork immediately. Just call if you need anything.”
“Thanks Hotch. I think when I get back I’ll have some news to share with the team.”
From there, he had went to his office and called Rupert Giles. “Mr. Giles? It’s David Rossi. I’d like to start arranging for Buffy to move here.” After he finally said it, a weight had been seemingly moved from his chest.
“Are you sure, Agent Rossi?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Mr. Giles.” Rossi heard Mr. Giles’ resigned sigh.
“Ok. We’ll pick you up for the flight back to Sunnydale tomorrow.”
THE NEXT DAY:
Giles, Buffy, and Rossi arrived at the Summers’ house late and almost everyone was exhausted. Everyone but Buffy, that is.
“I’m going out for a while, ok?” she looked to Giles for approval but Rossi put his two cents in anyway.
“Are you sure? It’s pretty late. Why don’t you get some sleep?”
Buffy ignored him and bypassed him to go to the front door. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” She told Giles.
“Be careful.” Giles said quietly. “If you see Angel…”
“I’ll tell him the news.” She cut him off. “I know the rules, Giles. Do you also want me to start keeping spreadsheets and detailed records?” She asked him, eyebrows raised. Giles closed his eyes at the familiar tone.
“You need to be careful around him, Buffy.” He told her gravely.
Rossi, meanwhile watched this exchange with interest, and small amounts of jealousy. His own daughter wasn’t even listening to him.
“I always am. I’m just doing my basic circuit. No stopping at The Bronze or the warehouse district, just the cemeteries.” Giles nodded. “I’ll even come through the front door!” Giles let out a small chuckle. “Then tomorrow, we have to talk about my duties when I move to Virginia.”
Buffy left a moment later, and Giles turned to Rossi, who was looking over the photographs. “I’m sorry, Dave. She just needs to blow off some steam. You’ll see as you get to know her better that she has to do that a lot.”
David nodded. “Who’s Angel?” He asked, facing Giles.
“That’s Buffy’s story not mine.”
“Why did she say she was only going to the cemeteries?”
“They calm her down. Plus, she’s also visiting a few people.”
“Her mom?” Giles nodded, sadly.
“Plus a few others. Buffy’s lost a lot of people the last few years.” Thinking of Jenny, his mood grew darker. “We all have. Any more questions or are you ready to be shown to the room you’ll be occupying for the next few days?” Giles motioned for him to follow him up the steep stairs.
David picked up his duffle and followed the Brit.
Giles had shown him to the guest room, located next to Buffy’s room. “What room are you staying in?” David asked, putting his duffle on the bed.
“I’m not. I’ll be staying at my apartment, packing.” David’s eyes knitted together.
“You’re moving?” Giles nodded.
“Here, into this house, along with a friend of Buffy’s. Xander Harris, you’ll be meeting him tomorrow. You’ll also meet Willow and Oz. Buffy’s best friends.”
“Why is a friend of Buffy’s moving into this house?”
“Xander has a rough home life and it was in Joyce’s will.” Giles smiled softly at the picture on the bedside table. “She loved all of these kids like they were her own and wanted the best for them.” He looked at David with a smile. “Why don’t you get some sleep? Trust me; you’ll need it with that bunch. I’ll stay until Buffy gets back; I need to talk to her anyway.” David nodded and watched as he left the room, shutting the door in his wake.
What are they hiding?...
Buffy came through the front door, covered in grass stains as well as some blood on her face. Giles got a bowl, filled it with warm water, and a washcloth before joining her in the living room.
“What did you come across?” Giles asked, running the washcloth over her various cuts.
“Just your run of the mill stuff. Nothing unusual.” Buffy took in a breath. “What’s going to happen when I move?” Giles looked at her with a conflicted expression.
“You’re training is complete. You just have to patrol now and again.”
THE NEXT MORNING:
Buffy came down the stairs and was shocked to see Rossi, flipping pancakes at the stovetop.
“What are you doing?”
“Making breakfast. Giles called while you were sleeping. Everyone is coming in a few hours, so I thought I’d make breakfast.” Her lips thinned but she nodded slowly. “Do you want any?”
She gave him a small smile. “Sure.”
A/N: So, what do you think? :)