Who Da Bomb?
Five Times Gibbs Helped BuffyPrompt/Prompter:
I ran out of people wanting to prompt me, so this comes from the numerous people requesting more of ‘That’s My Girl.’Warnings:
Refers to character death, etc; things that happened on Buffy.Disclaimer:
Don’t own or claim rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer or NCIS~~~~~
Gibbs squatted down in front of the obviously home-made explosives. “Well, it’s not that bad,” he mused, “for a home-made bomb. The timer’s the first thing that will have to go, I think.”
“Because…?” Buffy prompted.
Gibbs pointed to the clock-face. “It’s nearly on zero.”
Buffy’s eyes grew wide as she looked at it. “Oh, god. That thing nearly went off. And we had Oz down here, and the Hellmouth was open, and, and…”
“It would have been really bad,” Gibbs finished succinctly. “So who did it?”
Buffy shook her head, still pale and shaken from the previous revelation. “Don’t know. The janitor came to Giles this morning about it. Because, lord knows, we’re all Secret Agent people around here!” she rolled her eyes.
Gibbs grinned. “Rule Four, princess.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Buffy muttered having regained much of her composure.
Gibbs frowned at the tentatively-deactivated bomb. “You need to find out who made this, and who deactivated it. And I need to call someone in to get rid of it quietly.”
Buffy chewed her lip. “Do you have to get someone in? Can’t you do it yourself?”
“I’m a sniper, not a demolitions expert,” Gibbs reasoned. “Though … this does look pretty simple,” he added, frowning. He began tracing wires. “No back-ups, no tricks, by the look of it.”
“I guess they weren’t expecting to be interrupted,” Buffy shrugged. “It’s not like there’s ever anyone at school at night,” she added, smirking.
Gibbs completed his inspection, and disconnected the battery, detonator and timer, before disconnecting everything else. Soon the explosive lay in scattered parts in the basement. “Okay. I’ll get rid of everything, but you really do need to figure out who did this, and who stopped it. Just because they stopped this bomb, doesn’t mean they won’t try when they’re
good and ready.”
Buffy chuckled. “And I can actually see Xander getting behind that; he doesn’t really like school.”
“Maybe he should think about construction when he graduates,” Gibbs suggested.
Buffy nodded. “I’ll suggest that.”
“Okay, princess,” Gibbs dusted his hands as he stood, “I’ll just pack this stuff away then we can go for coffee.”
Buffy grinned up at him, and turned to walk beside him out to his vehicle. “Sounds just great.”