Phone Calls and Mysteries
Sanity is Overrated
Rating: PG, just to be safe, I don't expect this to go too far
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!!!!!
Timing: For BtVS, set after Tara's death, and all the unpleasant stuff that comes with that. Xander did NOT stop Willow from destroying the world (don't worry, that'll get explained). For the Anitaverse, set after Narcissus in Chains, but don't expect me to write much about the audeur.
Summary: What if Willow was overwhelmed by the dark magic and became ... slightly insane?
The phone call came late in the afternoon of a steamy summer Sunday. Anita was enjoying a rare break from her unending schedule of zombie raisings, vampire executions and placating (or fighting with) the multitude of men in her life.
At the moment, the only male nearby was Nathaniel. The rest of the cats had disappeared earlier in the day. To where, Anita didn’t know, but the young stripper was content to lie quietly at her feet as she relaxed, enjoying the peace and quiet.
The first ring of the phone signalled the end of the peacefulness. Nathaniel looked nervously over as Anita glared at it viciously. How dare they spoil her afternoon!
The phone rang again, stubbornly persisting, and Anita finally gestured irritably for Nathaniel to answer it. Her good mood had been irrevocably shattered. The wereleopard practically leapt for the phone, his long auburn hair swirling unbound behind him.
“Hello?” Anita listened with only half an ear to Nathaniel’s side of the conversation, hoping that it wasn’t anything important that would require leaving her house.
“It’s Sergeant Storr, Anita,” Nathaniel handed the phone to her, lilac eyes studying her reactions carefully. “He sounded worried.”
Anita raised her eyebrows. Dolph was never worried, or at least, he never let the anxiety show in his voice. As leader of the Regional Preternatural Investigation Team, he had seen all sorts of crimes, but never let emotions show that may affect the diagnoses of those working with him. Anita let her irritation vanish as she lifted the phone to her ear.
“What’s up, Dolph?” she asked.
“I have a mystery for you to solve,” he responded, in his deep voice. “Tammy has already done her best, but this isn’t her field of expertise.”
“A mystery, not a murder,” Anita frowned. Usually she wasn’t called for anything but the really bad cases. And if Tammy Reynolds, a practising witch on RPIT, couldn’t make anything of it, what made them think she could?
“Listen, Dolph,” Anita continued. “If Tammy couldn’t come up with something, I’m not likely to. I don’t have half of her training.”
“Anita,” his voice was almost desperate. “You have experience in … personal … dealings with the monsters. We need that. I don’t know what we’re going to do with her otherwise.”
“Just come to the station as soon as you can.”
And with that last command, he hung up, leaving Anita to stare at the phone in confusion.
“Well,” she looked over at Nathaniel with a sigh. “I guess we’re heading downtown.”
“I get to come, too?” Nathaniel had a hopefully gleam in his eyes.
“I don’t see why not,” Anita shrugged. “It didn’t sound dangerous, and Dolph didn’t even comment on you answering the phone.
His young face lit up in a grin, and for a moment he looked like the child he should have been. Anita smiled back at him and ran a hand down his hair, before standing and heading out the door.