Friend of my Friend Chapter 9.
Title: Friend of my Friend
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating:NC-17, this is me, there will be sex, and there will be violence.
Pairing: Faith/Tara, Ziva/Abby
Setting: This is the fourth story in my Lock series.
Summary: Marines are missing, and turning up as vampires. The Lock is seeking out the source, and will do so with some new allies.
Spoilers: This story can and will combine any elements I care to from all of the runs of Buffy and Angel as well as the Stony Man Farm/Executioner books. Now it also includes NCIS to present, but it will also contradict them as necessary, because much to my own delight it's taken on a life of it's own.
I have also decided to tinker with the Buffy/Angel time lines since in the case of Buffy the show has been done almost 7 years now.
Disclaimers: This is an independent, non-profit work of fanfiction. I know there are at least three sets (or more) of copyrights involved, and this story is not a challenge to any of them.
Wyld's Notes: You probably shouldn't be reading this story unless you've read my earlier fics "Life on the Farm" "Declaration of War" and "The Front" because without them this story might get confusing.
On a NCIS note I need to add I am keeping the Ziva/Gibbs cannon that she killed Ari to save Gibbs, and not the more recent nonsense that it was to get Gibbs to trust her.
More importantly I must send out my personal thanks to Lisa Countryman. She has been a wonderful sounding board, and has been essential in making this fic possible, including spoon feeding me the incredibly funny chapter 5, writing three whole chapters herself, and healthy sections of other chapters as well.
I also need to add a special thanks and welcome to my new beta reader laura jones.
Chapter 9.
Buffy sighed, closing her eyes she turned her face upwards towards the sun. Though she was born in California, and spent her TRULY formative years in a town called SUNNYdale. Nothing had prepared her for the middle east.
In all fairness however most of those formative years were spent being out at night in graveyards, but Buffy felt she was starting to get used to it.
"Used to it." she thought with a smile while wiping her forehead and then taking off her sunglasses to wipe the sweat on her face and behind her ears. When she was younger she had always wanted to travel, see exciting places, and meet exciting people.
Now that she had accepted Faith's offer to head up the Lock's first action team "Scooby Squad" she did travel to exciting places, where ancient evils were about to rise, and met exciting people, who were trying to unleash those evils upon the Earth and were downright happy to kill Buffy to make sure it happened.
Giles had said it best with that quote about how "The more things change, the more they stay the same." In many ways Buffy was doing the same thing she had always been, now she just did it all over the world. If the Watcher's Council had been competent she could almost see them as justified now that she had fought evils all over the globe.
Of course they weren't. The Lock was here now, and doing the job right. And the job right now had her and Xander sitting in a Humvee by the landing strip of a Marine base at the foot of the Hindu-Kush mountains while Agent Gibbs spoke with the base commander.
Gibbs, Buffy sighed, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, it was obvious the man had a good heart, and since he couldn't hide that good heart he armor plated it with gruff, and Buffy already adored the guy. Oh, there was a part of her that said she was a grown woman, a slayer, leader of a top secret team of demon killing commandos, but when Leroy Jethro Gibbs told her to do something she was doing it before that part could speak.
Xander was much the same way, and while he had earned himself a few slaps to the back of the head on the trip from the Lock Buffy's only response had been to ask him to teach her how to deliver the slap properly for when she was back in the lead.
Gibbs hadn't seemed happy to find out that Buffy was in command of Scooby Squad, but she realized quickly enough that his problem was that he "hadn't even joined the Corps by the age you had been fighting for your life against monsters".
Yeah, Buffy adored the guy, and she could tell Xander did too, but she forced her attention back to the moment and looked to the base commander's office again. While her first instinct had been to rush off to where the missing Marines had been last seen before showing up as vampires Gibbs had brought them here.
All of the confirmed locations they had put the missing soldiers within range of these mountains, and Gibbs had said that it was likely they were turning the Marines right away since keeping a live Marine prisoner had high odds of escape and the exposure of their plan.
As vulnerable as a vampire is when they are first turned Gibbs figured that they would want something more than then constantly shifting sands to shield the fledgling, and Buffy had to agree. So now she was sitting in the passenger's seat, literally as Xander was on the gun mount in the back of the vehicle.
Gibbs had slid back into the driver's seat both figuratively and literally before turning to speak to the two of them. "We might have a hit. The base commander has been having civilians bring in reports about a band of "insurgents" who have been more concerned with taking people prisoner then blowing them up."
All three knew what that meant, if you thought it was hard finding sources of drinkable water in the desert you should try to find sources of drinkable blood.
Anthony DiNozzo was sitting in a small road side diner in Kansas, staring into his cup of coffee. He now knew that there were dark forces active in the world. Unspeakable evils beyond human comprehension that sought to sew misery and despair all through out creation.
He knew it because there could be no other reason that he could be on a base literally FILLED with hot young women and wind up paired with two men. It had to be the unseen moves of an evil hand, or possibly Ziva having a laugh at his expense.
Though Ziva's training "incident" brought a smile to his face, it wasn't the laughing kind. Even if it did give him all sorts of retorts if it turned out Ziva had suggested HE needed to be kept away from the Lock's women.
"What do you think he's thinking about?" The cultured tones of Rupert Giles jarred Tony out of his memory as he was joined at the table. Rupert Giles, like Ducky without the whimsy, or Gibbs with an accent, he never slapped the back of Tony's head, but had a glare that had almost as much of an impact.
"I would imagine he's thinking about Faith and Ziva's match again." With those words Riley sat down as well. Riley Finn, if he had been wearing flannel, a truck cap with a tractor logo, or overalls the man would look like a local.
Instead he was in a suit and impersonating a federal agent... well technically he WAS a federal agent, but demon hunters didn't get badges, and Finn was carrying a fake NCIS badge to go with their cover as the investigators looking into Corporal Jensens' death.
The Englishmen cleared his throat. "Yes, well I wasn't there for that."
Tony shook his head to clear it. "Your loss. Actually I was thinking about where we should start in learning everything we can about the life, unlife, and times of one Corporal Marty Jensen." He smiled as the two men relented.
"Ok, one of the first things you do in any investigation is learn everything you can about the victim. You do that you start to figure out why whatever was done to them was done to them. Once you have that you can start looking for whoever did it. I want to start with his parents. I'll let you take point on that interview Riley since you look like you could have grown up a couple farms over."
The waitress then came over, but after she had taken their orders Riley replied. "More like states over... I'm from Iowa."
DiNozzo gave a humoring nod. "Of course you are. After that we will be interviewing the recruiter, early employers, friends from school, by the time we meet for lunch I want to know if Corporal Jensen was everyone's all American, or the quiet loner who kept to himself. Any questions?"
The two men seemed far more impressed with the professional DiNozzo, and had none.
Ziva was smirking at Faith as they walked down a hallway of the Lock's first sub-level. "So they're leaving you and I alone together?"
Faith chuckled. "Nope, we've got another field asset joining us, and while they've completed all their training here their field experience is limited."
Ziva nodded once. "Anything I should know about them?"
Faith sighed. "Yeah, yeah you probably should. Especially since you are new to the supernatural game, and I am asking you to trust her with your life, but I'm going to wait until the three of us are in a secured conference room to talk about it."
Ziva's brows nearly reached her widow's peak, but she kept her mouth shut as she followed Faith, and her patience soon paid off.
Her name was Alexandra Detton, though she was more commonly called Lex. Ziva guessed they were about the same height, and while the woman did not have as much muscle tone as Ziva, the grueling training she had finished showed in clear muscle definition. Her skin however was a lighter tan and flawless.
She was wearing a lacy white top, blue jeans and brown boots, and she was leaning against the wall with an amused grin on pink lips with a touch of gloss. Soft blue eyes carried her amusement.
Ziva was content to simply watch as Faith started to speak. "Ok Lex, before we get going I thought it would be better to let Ziva in on how you found your way to the Lock. So it doesn't cause trouble later." Lex didn't respond, long enough that Faith spoke again. "Lex?"
Lex then shook her head. "Sorry, when you told me you two wanted to talk to me alone I started composing my letter to Penthouse." The other two women blushed. "You mean about my family?"
Faith nodded, and Lex sighed. "Ok, I'm guessing you've met Witch Woman, aka Tara?" At Ziva's nod Lex continued. "Tara would be a perfect example of someone born to a light magick line. While blood isn't necessary to master the Art it can be a definite boost."
Ziva interrupted. "As it can in any profession I would imagine."
Lex seemed to consider that a moment. "Anyway, it's not just light magick that does that." Seeing comprehension dawning in Ziva's eyes Lex nodded, her eyes obviously looking at the past."And just like Tara grew up with her mother teaching her about light, and balance, and love, and all those beautiful things. My family taught me about hatred and murder, and corruption, and vile atrocities they had been perfecting for millennium."
"But even as they sat and taught me for years and years on end I knew it was wrong. I still can't tell you how, but I just knew..." Her voice drifted. "I just knew." She took a deep breath. "But I also knew that I was the only one. You know how you have the various generations and the kids who grow up together have kids who play together only to have kids that grow up together..."
Lex actually rolled her hands around each other in front of her stomach to show that hand been going on for generation after generation. "When I looked around I saw souls that had already fallen to darkness long before we had ever signed our pacts..."
Seeing Ziva's shock Lex focused more on the room she was in. "Oh yeah, you had your graduation ceremony, I had a pledging ceremony. Or at least I would have, I hadn't found the courage to stand up until then, but when I looked around and saw the kids I had grown up with, the people who said they loved me, the two very people who had brought me into this world I saw strangers, villains, nothing more."
"Luckily for me, even though I was the youngest I could trace my heritage back to the very beginning of my line, so I had a bit more freedom to wander the grounds in advance. So I said I had nerves and walked outside. I walked outside and I locked the doors,engaged the wards..." She took a deep breath. "And I burned the building to the fucking ground."
Faith stepped in before Lex had taken another breath. "We had already been on her family's trail. So when the fire happened we got there in time to watch Lex watching the flames. I'm guessing you can figure out the rest, and while we know we can trust her I decided that it would be better to tell you now rather then have you find out in the field."
Ziva was nodding, and then Lex met her eyes. "It is difficult to do what must be done, and even though your family seemed irredeemably evil I can not say I would have had the strength you did."
The three women were silent before Faith moved to the door. "All right. We need to investigate Corporal Jensen's actual disappearance. So let's move out."
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating:NC-17, this is me, there will be sex, and there will be violence.
Pairing: Faith/Tara, Ziva/Abby
Setting: This is the fourth story in my Lock series.
Summary: Marines are missing, and turning up as vampires. The Lock is seeking out the source, and will do so with some new allies.
Spoilers: This story can and will combine any elements I care to from all of the runs of Buffy and Angel as well as the Stony Man Farm/Executioner books. Now it also includes NCIS to present, but it will also contradict them as necessary, because much to my own delight it's taken on a life of it's own.
I have also decided to tinker with the Buffy/Angel time lines since in the case of Buffy the show has been done almost 7 years now.
Disclaimers: This is an independent, non-profit work of fanfiction. I know there are at least three sets (or more) of copyrights involved, and this story is not a challenge to any of them.
Wyld's Notes: You probably shouldn't be reading this story unless you've read my earlier fics "Life on the Farm" "Declaration of War" and "The Front" because without them this story might get confusing.
On a NCIS note I need to add I am keeping the Ziva/Gibbs cannon that she killed Ari to save Gibbs, and not the more recent nonsense that it was to get Gibbs to trust her.
More importantly I must send out my personal thanks to Lisa Countryman. She has been a wonderful sounding board, and has been essential in making this fic possible, including spoon feeding me the incredibly funny chapter 5, writing three whole chapters herself, and healthy sections of other chapters as well.
I also need to add a special thanks and welcome to my new beta reader laura jones.
Chapter 9.
Buffy sighed, closing her eyes she turned her face upwards towards the sun. Though she was born in California, and spent her TRULY formative years in a town called SUNNYdale. Nothing had prepared her for the middle east.
In all fairness however most of those formative years were spent being out at night in graveyards, but Buffy felt she was starting to get used to it.
"Used to it." she thought with a smile while wiping her forehead and then taking off her sunglasses to wipe the sweat on her face and behind her ears. When she was younger she had always wanted to travel, see exciting places, and meet exciting people.
Now that she had accepted Faith's offer to head up the Lock's first action team "Scooby Squad" she did travel to exciting places, where ancient evils were about to rise, and met exciting people, who were trying to unleash those evils upon the Earth and were downright happy to kill Buffy to make sure it happened.
Giles had said it best with that quote about how "The more things change, the more they stay the same." In many ways Buffy was doing the same thing she had always been, now she just did it all over the world. If the Watcher's Council had been competent she could almost see them as justified now that she had fought evils all over the globe.
Of course they weren't. The Lock was here now, and doing the job right. And the job right now had her and Xander sitting in a Humvee by the landing strip of a Marine base at the foot of the Hindu-Kush mountains while Agent Gibbs spoke with the base commander.
Gibbs, Buffy sighed, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, it was obvious the man had a good heart, and since he couldn't hide that good heart he armor plated it with gruff, and Buffy already adored the guy. Oh, there was a part of her that said she was a grown woman, a slayer, leader of a top secret team of demon killing commandos, but when Leroy Jethro Gibbs told her to do something she was doing it before that part could speak.
Xander was much the same way, and while he had earned himself a few slaps to the back of the head on the trip from the Lock Buffy's only response had been to ask him to teach her how to deliver the slap properly for when she was back in the lead.
Gibbs hadn't seemed happy to find out that Buffy was in command of Scooby Squad, but she realized quickly enough that his problem was that he "hadn't even joined the Corps by the age you had been fighting for your life against monsters".
Yeah, Buffy adored the guy, and she could tell Xander did too, but she forced her attention back to the moment and looked to the base commander's office again. While her first instinct had been to rush off to where the missing Marines had been last seen before showing up as vampires Gibbs had brought them here.
All of the confirmed locations they had put the missing soldiers within range of these mountains, and Gibbs had said that it was likely they were turning the Marines right away since keeping a live Marine prisoner had high odds of escape and the exposure of their plan.
As vulnerable as a vampire is when they are first turned Gibbs figured that they would want something more than then constantly shifting sands to shield the fledgling, and Buffy had to agree. So now she was sitting in the passenger's seat, literally as Xander was on the gun mount in the back of the vehicle.
Gibbs had slid back into the driver's seat both figuratively and literally before turning to speak to the two of them. "We might have a hit. The base commander has been having civilians bring in reports about a band of "insurgents" who have been more concerned with taking people prisoner then blowing them up."
All three knew what that meant, if you thought it was hard finding sources of drinkable water in the desert you should try to find sources of drinkable blood.
Anthony DiNozzo was sitting in a small road side diner in Kansas, staring into his cup of coffee. He now knew that there were dark forces active in the world. Unspeakable evils beyond human comprehension that sought to sew misery and despair all through out creation.
He knew it because there could be no other reason that he could be on a base literally FILLED with hot young women and wind up paired with two men. It had to be the unseen moves of an evil hand, or possibly Ziva having a laugh at his expense.
Though Ziva's training "incident" brought a smile to his face, it wasn't the laughing kind. Even if it did give him all sorts of retorts if it turned out Ziva had suggested HE needed to be kept away from the Lock's women.
"What do you think he's thinking about?" The cultured tones of Rupert Giles jarred Tony out of his memory as he was joined at the table. Rupert Giles, like Ducky without the whimsy, or Gibbs with an accent, he never slapped the back of Tony's head, but had a glare that had almost as much of an impact.
"I would imagine he's thinking about Faith and Ziva's match again." With those words Riley sat down as well. Riley Finn, if he had been wearing flannel, a truck cap with a tractor logo, or overalls the man would look like a local.
Instead he was in a suit and impersonating a federal agent... well technically he WAS a federal agent, but demon hunters didn't get badges, and Finn was carrying a fake NCIS badge to go with their cover as the investigators looking into Corporal Jensens' death.
The Englishmen cleared his throat. "Yes, well I wasn't there for that."
Tony shook his head to clear it. "Your loss. Actually I was thinking about where we should start in learning everything we can about the life, unlife, and times of one Corporal Marty Jensen." He smiled as the two men relented.
"Ok, one of the first things you do in any investigation is learn everything you can about the victim. You do that you start to figure out why whatever was done to them was done to them. Once you have that you can start looking for whoever did it. I want to start with his parents. I'll let you take point on that interview Riley since you look like you could have grown up a couple farms over."
The waitress then came over, but after she had taken their orders Riley replied. "More like states over... I'm from Iowa."
DiNozzo gave a humoring nod. "Of course you are. After that we will be interviewing the recruiter, early employers, friends from school, by the time we meet for lunch I want to know if Corporal Jensen was everyone's all American, or the quiet loner who kept to himself. Any questions?"
The two men seemed far more impressed with the professional DiNozzo, and had none.
Ziva was smirking at Faith as they walked down a hallway of the Lock's first sub-level. "So they're leaving you and I alone together?"
Faith chuckled. "Nope, we've got another field asset joining us, and while they've completed all their training here their field experience is limited."
Ziva nodded once. "Anything I should know about them?"
Faith sighed. "Yeah, yeah you probably should. Especially since you are new to the supernatural game, and I am asking you to trust her with your life, but I'm going to wait until the three of us are in a secured conference room to talk about it."
Ziva's brows nearly reached her widow's peak, but she kept her mouth shut as she followed Faith, and her patience soon paid off.
Her name was Alexandra Detton, though she was more commonly called Lex. Ziva guessed they were about the same height, and while the woman did not have as much muscle tone as Ziva, the grueling training she had finished showed in clear muscle definition. Her skin however was a lighter tan and flawless.
She was wearing a lacy white top, blue jeans and brown boots, and she was leaning against the wall with an amused grin on pink lips with a touch of gloss. Soft blue eyes carried her amusement.
Ziva was content to simply watch as Faith started to speak. "Ok Lex, before we get going I thought it would be better to let Ziva in on how you found your way to the Lock. So it doesn't cause trouble later." Lex didn't respond, long enough that Faith spoke again. "Lex?"
Lex then shook her head. "Sorry, when you told me you two wanted to talk to me alone I started composing my letter to Penthouse." The other two women blushed. "You mean about my family?"
Faith nodded, and Lex sighed. "Ok, I'm guessing you've met Witch Woman, aka Tara?" At Ziva's nod Lex continued. "Tara would be a perfect example of someone born to a light magick line. While blood isn't necessary to master the Art it can be a definite boost."
Ziva interrupted. "As it can in any profession I would imagine."
Lex seemed to consider that a moment. "Anyway, it's not just light magick that does that." Seeing comprehension dawning in Ziva's eyes Lex nodded, her eyes obviously looking at the past."And just like Tara grew up with her mother teaching her about light, and balance, and love, and all those beautiful things. My family taught me about hatred and murder, and corruption, and vile atrocities they had been perfecting for millennium."
"But even as they sat and taught me for years and years on end I knew it was wrong. I still can't tell you how, but I just knew..." Her voice drifted. "I just knew." She took a deep breath. "But I also knew that I was the only one. You know how you have the various generations and the kids who grow up together have kids who play together only to have kids that grow up together..."
Lex actually rolled her hands around each other in front of her stomach to show that hand been going on for generation after generation. "When I looked around I saw souls that had already fallen to darkness long before we had ever signed our pacts..."
Seeing Ziva's shock Lex focused more on the room she was in. "Oh yeah, you had your graduation ceremony, I had a pledging ceremony. Or at least I would have, I hadn't found the courage to stand up until then, but when I looked around and saw the kids I had grown up with, the people who said they loved me, the two very people who had brought me into this world I saw strangers, villains, nothing more."
"Luckily for me, even though I was the youngest I could trace my heritage back to the very beginning of my line, so I had a bit more freedom to wander the grounds in advance. So I said I had nerves and walked outside. I walked outside and I locked the doors,engaged the wards..." She took a deep breath. "And I burned the building to the fucking ground."
Faith stepped in before Lex had taken another breath. "We had already been on her family's trail. So when the fire happened we got there in time to watch Lex watching the flames. I'm guessing you can figure out the rest, and while we know we can trust her I decided that it would be better to tell you now rather then have you find out in the field."
Ziva was nodding, and then Lex met her eyes. "It is difficult to do what must be done, and even though your family seemed irredeemably evil I can not say I would have had the strength you did."
The three women were silent before Faith moved to the door. "All right. We need to investigate Corporal Jensen's actual disappearance. So let's move out."