Friend of my Friend Chapter 27.
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 27.
"Finn! I need you up front!" The words of the pilot Apollo were urgent as they came over the intercom, and it was only through an act of will that Giles and DiNozzo didn't follow the man up front to the cockpit, but they had both been in enough threatening situations to know that if they were needed they would have been called, and it was better not to get underfoot.
Riley however was up and through the door by the time they had realized it hadn't been their names called, and was looking at what Apollo wanted him to see. It was black smoke rising up into the early morning air, black smoke rising from the direction they were heading, most likely from the site they were headed to.
Apollo was reporting even before Riley had come to a complete stop. "Can't raise them on the base's normal frequencies, trying personal radios now, but I figured you would be better for that then I."
Riley nodded, slipping into the copilot seat and putting on a head set. At Apollo's nod he started speaking. "Boss Man, Scooby One, Scooby Three, this is Beef Stick. Do you read? Boss Man, Scooby One, Scooby Three, do you read?" Riley thought this was the first time he managed not to blush at the handle Faith had given him WAY back before they ever knew they would be working together, but he had more important things to worry about now.
The radio then crackled to life. "This is Boss Man Beef Stick I read. Run way is clear, I'll wave you in personally."
Finn understood why. It was obvious their base had been attacked, and trusting a voice on the radio that the landing zone was secure was one thing, but a recognizable friendly on the ground was another. It meant Apollo would have to circle the strip once to let them visually confirm Gibbs presence, but it was morning, so unless he was now covered head to toe they knew they could trust him not to signal them to a hot LZ.
Riley jumped back and briefed the two men, and all four were looking out the small windows in front or along the sides as they made their first pass, but the silvered hair of Leroy Jethro Gibbs made a beacon all his own, and on the second pass they set down.
As they climbed out of the plane Gibbs was treated to the sight of all three men in full combat gear as they scanned the ground they were stepping out on. Old reflexes kicked in and Gibbs had a greeting salute for Finn as he stepped off the plane before he even realized it.
Riley did the same as trained eyes started scanning the destruction. His eyes first fell on the communications array. Now twisted and blackened it told him why only personal radios had been available.
There was similar attacks on the armory, gate, generators, and guard towers, but the majority of the black smoke was actually rising from around the base, and much like a composer reading sheet music Finn realized that while it looked like the base had been the eye of a firestorm it had actually been their counter attack, because while their rifles would have had minimal effect the blanket of fire they could make with modern incendiaries would have been their only real chance against an attacking force of vampires.
Then he saw the man-size, zippered black bags. The fallen, Riley had been regular Army, and has seen human combat before being tapped for the Initiative, and had been on body detail to find the remains of brother and sister soldiers, and his heart sank. How many families out there would never know the bravery their sons and daughters had shown in a battle against literal monsters?
He knew the Lock's mission, he knew that if people knew of the beasts that hunted them in the night the only thing worse then the mass panic would be those seeking out those dark forces for their own benefit, but knowing that didn't make any of it easier.
When he looked back to Gibbs he realized the former Gunnery Sargent had seen where he had been looking, and the two men shared the pain they both felt with nothing more then their eyes. They both then snapped back to their present, and their responsibilities.
They shook hands and Finn was the first to speak. "Scoobies One and Three?" They were direct Lock assets, and they were his friends, and while he mourned all the fallen he didn't feel bad praying those two were not among them.
Gibbs shook his head. "They took a small unit of Marines and are securing the area."
Finn nodded, speaking under his breath. "Vampires?"
Gibbs spoke in a normal tone. "Confirmed, and you don't need to lower your voice. The people here spent over four hours battling the undead, and they have put it together. Hell, right now they're more interested in pay back then in the fact the dead walk."
"To be expected. Ok, we have a the location of the enemies' base, and if they want to help were going to need it, but I need to first meet with them all and lay on the whole top secret non-disclosure speech."
Gibbs shook his head. "Not sure if that will be enough."
Finn shook his head in turn. "You'd be surprised Gibbs. Most people really don't want to know. They LIKE thinking we are at the top of the food chain, and will ignore any and all proof otherwise, but we will put on the whole top secret stamp, and then just keep an eye."
Gibbs arched his brows, his expression growing angry. "And if they can't keep their mouth shut?"
"There are spells that can alter the memory, we'll already be altering the evidence. We don't like using them, but this secret MUST be kept Gibbs, but it's more likely we'll get recruits."
Gibbs was a bit surprised at that, and Riley continued. "Most of those who go through something like this and DON'T sink into denial usually find themselves more keen on fighting the monsters then on telling the world. SOP then is to have them transferred in as our black suits, trained in battling the supernatural, and then transferred to areas where we have slayers stationed so they can form local units for battling local threats.
That seemed to satisfy the man. "All right, I'll talk to the base commander and once Scoobies One and Three return we'll talk to the troops."
"And right now I think it would be best if you and I used the plane's comm gear to radio Witch Woman."
Gibbs then followed Riley back into the plane.
Lex was smiling to herself. Abby was last seen in her lab, Ziva was last seen bringing the blood sample they gathered to said lab, and while said blood sample was sitting in said lab neither woman was to be found.
Even though those two pegged her gaydar at a Defcon 4 sexual tension she could work that math with an abacus, and Lex was hating what she had to do.
As blatant as Lex was with her sexuality she was still a girl, and definitely a romantic, and she could appreciate real love. The kind Faith and Tara have, and the kind that Ziva and Abby HAD been denying, but were probably consummating as she thought about it, unless of course they were resting between consummations.
That didn't change the fact they had a job to do though, a mission, and while in all honesty she had just met the two women Lex already knew they would want to know what was up. So she was heading to the rooms they had picked, grinning to herself at the fact they had chosen the rooms right next to each other.
Getting there she found Willow pacing in front of Ziva's door with a bouquet of flowers, and Lex winced in sympathy, in spite of herself perhaps, but still.
She was actually tempted to walk past because while she might have felt a moment of sympathy her was gaydar warning about incoming dyke drama, and she was tempted to take evasive maneuvers.
BUT there was the mission and she sucked it up and walked to the door, and was promptly sucked into the drama her gaydar had attempted to warn her of when her arrival coincided with a woman's voice, most likely Ziva's, crying out, from behind Abby's door.
To her growing horror Lex saw Willow's eyes widen, and rather then simple embarrassment the expression was one of alarm as she looked to Lex.
"Well! Do something!"
Lex blinked.
"Ziva's in there and she needs your help!"
Lex couldn't have stopped the grin that came to her face if she tried.
Willow's eyes narrowed and Lex felt her start to call the energy for a spell, most likely one to take down the door to Abby's room, and while interrupting Ziva would be bad no matter how they did it, doing so in a fashion that could trigger the reflexes the Mossad had built into her could be downright fatal.
"Wait, wait!" Lex held up her hands, and then reached on out to the door handle and twisted it, the well oiled mechanism opening smoothly, silently, just like the hinges on the door as it swung wide and the two witches were treated to the sight of Ziva and Abby, nude and making love, though they mostly just saw Ziva because while Abby was nude she was laid out on her back with her head facing the foot of the bed and the door where the two women now stood.
Ziva however was straddling Abby's face where the Goth's mouth was happily providing the ecstatic expression on Ziva's tossed back head.
Lex knew she should say something, once her mind had resumed logical thought, but Lex was still Lex, and as her head titled to the side, locking the image of Abby into her mind as well as Ziva she finally spoke. "Nice technique David, but watch the dismount, it's a bit tricky"
Just as Ziva's head shot up to regard their audience the door slammed closed as Willow shouted "SORRY!"
She then grabbed Lex by the arm and dragged her down the hall as the room they had just been looking into had the sounds of two women moving around.
Willow glared at her. "You are evil!"
Lex arched her brows. "You were the one ready to kick down their door, and I'm not evil, wicked maybe... okay definitely, but not evil."
Willow sighed, looking down at the flowers in her hands. "Yeah, well..."
That damn sympathy flared up again and Lex found herself speaking. "They're nice, pretty. I'm she would have liked them..." but again, Lex was still Lex, "if she hadn't been riding Abby's fa..."
Willow frowned. "You started out helpful, now not so much."
Lex sighed. "Sorry. sucks to like a girl who is taken."
Willow simply nodded, and seemed ready to walk away, but then she paused and turned to Lex, handing her the flowers. "Sorry about calling you evil, and about, you know, the thing with you and Ziva."
Lex smiled, looking down at the flowers. "Thanks." Then in a simple motion she placed a quick kiss on Willows cheek to mirror her thanks. "I love flowers!"
Lex turned back to the door, and Willow held a hand to the kissed cheek. "Well, she likes flowers, loves them. She can't be all bad." However when she realized Lex was determined to speak to the women they had just interrupted she hurried out of there as fast as her feet would carry her.
Hearing Willow leave, Lex tucked the flowers into the crook of her right arm while reaching out to knock with her left. The door opened and Ziva David was there glaring at her. Abigail Sciuto was already showing herself a fine partner for Ziva David as she had a matching glare for the woman now smiling at them both.
Ziva was the first to speak. "Has someone died?"
Abby picked up the sentence without pause. "Because if not someone will."
Lex frowned. "Actually... yeah. The base Gibbs, Buffy and Xander were at was attacked and suffered heavy casualties." That got the two women's attention, and worry as they focused on her, and Lex knew why. "Gibbs, Buffy and Xander are all, okay. Riley, Tony, and Giles have joined them. Since the enemy is now on the move we need to do the same. Go ahead and get showered, grab a sandwich or whatever, but we need to get together with Slayer. We have our target, but we need to iron out the how."
She was about to turn when Ziva spoke. "And this was too urgent to knock?"
Lex chuckled. "Willow was here, and heard Ziva cry out... she thought she was in trouble and needed help, and while I would have been happy to lend assistance I figured that wouldn't go so well." Considering the matching glares the joke got Lex knew she was right. "Willow however seemed ready to knock down the door, and since I knew this was going to happen one way or another I figured it would be better to do it in the way that WOULDN'T set off any Mossad trained reflexes."
Abby looked at Ziva, but when she saw Ziva nodding she realized Lex was right.
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 27.
"Finn! I need you up front!" The words of the pilot Apollo were urgent as they came over the intercom, and it was only through an act of will that Giles and DiNozzo didn't follow the man up front to the cockpit, but they had both been in enough threatening situations to know that if they were needed they would have been called, and it was better not to get underfoot.
Riley however was up and through the door by the time they had realized it hadn't been their names called, and was looking at what Apollo wanted him to see. It was black smoke rising up into the early morning air, black smoke rising from the direction they were heading, most likely from the site they were headed to.
Apollo was reporting even before Riley had come to a complete stop. "Can't raise them on the base's normal frequencies, trying personal radios now, but I figured you would be better for that then I."
Riley nodded, slipping into the copilot seat and putting on a head set. At Apollo's nod he started speaking. "Boss Man, Scooby One, Scooby Three, this is Beef Stick. Do you read? Boss Man, Scooby One, Scooby Three, do you read?" Riley thought this was the first time he managed not to blush at the handle Faith had given him WAY back before they ever knew they would be working together, but he had more important things to worry about now.
The radio then crackled to life. "This is Boss Man Beef Stick I read. Run way is clear, I'll wave you in personally."
Finn understood why. It was obvious their base had been attacked, and trusting a voice on the radio that the landing zone was secure was one thing, but a recognizable friendly on the ground was another. It meant Apollo would have to circle the strip once to let them visually confirm Gibbs presence, but it was morning, so unless he was now covered head to toe they knew they could trust him not to signal them to a hot LZ.
Riley jumped back and briefed the two men, and all four were looking out the small windows in front or along the sides as they made their first pass, but the silvered hair of Leroy Jethro Gibbs made a beacon all his own, and on the second pass they set down.
As they climbed out of the plane Gibbs was treated to the sight of all three men in full combat gear as they scanned the ground they were stepping out on. Old reflexes kicked in and Gibbs had a greeting salute for Finn as he stepped off the plane before he even realized it.
Riley did the same as trained eyes started scanning the destruction. His eyes first fell on the communications array. Now twisted and blackened it told him why only personal radios had been available.
There was similar attacks on the armory, gate, generators, and guard towers, but the majority of the black smoke was actually rising from around the base, and much like a composer reading sheet music Finn realized that while it looked like the base had been the eye of a firestorm it had actually been their counter attack, because while their rifles would have had minimal effect the blanket of fire they could make with modern incendiaries would have been their only real chance against an attacking force of vampires.
Then he saw the man-size, zippered black bags. The fallen, Riley had been regular Army, and has seen human combat before being tapped for the Initiative, and had been on body detail to find the remains of brother and sister soldiers, and his heart sank. How many families out there would never know the bravery their sons and daughters had shown in a battle against literal monsters?
He knew the Lock's mission, he knew that if people knew of the beasts that hunted them in the night the only thing worse then the mass panic would be those seeking out those dark forces for their own benefit, but knowing that didn't make any of it easier.
When he looked back to Gibbs he realized the former Gunnery Sargent had seen where he had been looking, and the two men shared the pain they both felt with nothing more then their eyes. They both then snapped back to their present, and their responsibilities.
They shook hands and Finn was the first to speak. "Scoobies One and Three?" They were direct Lock assets, and they were his friends, and while he mourned all the fallen he didn't feel bad praying those two were not among them.
Gibbs shook his head. "They took a small unit of Marines and are securing the area."
Finn nodded, speaking under his breath. "Vampires?"
Gibbs spoke in a normal tone. "Confirmed, and you don't need to lower your voice. The people here spent over four hours battling the undead, and they have put it together. Hell, right now they're more interested in pay back then in the fact the dead walk."
"To be expected. Ok, we have a the location of the enemies' base, and if they want to help were going to need it, but I need to first meet with them all and lay on the whole top secret non-disclosure speech."
Gibbs shook his head. "Not sure if that will be enough."
Finn shook his head in turn. "You'd be surprised Gibbs. Most people really don't want to know. They LIKE thinking we are at the top of the food chain, and will ignore any and all proof otherwise, but we will put on the whole top secret stamp, and then just keep an eye."
Gibbs arched his brows, his expression growing angry. "And if they can't keep their mouth shut?"
"There are spells that can alter the memory, we'll already be altering the evidence. We don't like using them, but this secret MUST be kept Gibbs, but it's more likely we'll get recruits."
Gibbs was a bit surprised at that, and Riley continued. "Most of those who go through something like this and DON'T sink into denial usually find themselves more keen on fighting the monsters then on telling the world. SOP then is to have them transferred in as our black suits, trained in battling the supernatural, and then transferred to areas where we have slayers stationed so they can form local units for battling local threats.
That seemed to satisfy the man. "All right, I'll talk to the base commander and once Scoobies One and Three return we'll talk to the troops."
"And right now I think it would be best if you and I used the plane's comm gear to radio Witch Woman."
Gibbs then followed Riley back into the plane.
Lex was smiling to herself. Abby was last seen in her lab, Ziva was last seen bringing the blood sample they gathered to said lab, and while said blood sample was sitting in said lab neither woman was to be found.
Even though those two pegged her gaydar at a Defcon 4 sexual tension she could work that math with an abacus, and Lex was hating what she had to do.
As blatant as Lex was with her sexuality she was still a girl, and definitely a romantic, and she could appreciate real love. The kind Faith and Tara have, and the kind that Ziva and Abby HAD been denying, but were probably consummating as she thought about it, unless of course they were resting between consummations.
That didn't change the fact they had a job to do though, a mission, and while in all honesty she had just met the two women Lex already knew they would want to know what was up. So she was heading to the rooms they had picked, grinning to herself at the fact they had chosen the rooms right next to each other.
Getting there she found Willow pacing in front of Ziva's door with a bouquet of flowers, and Lex winced in sympathy, in spite of herself perhaps, but still.
She was actually tempted to walk past because while she might have felt a moment of sympathy her was gaydar warning about incoming dyke drama, and she was tempted to take evasive maneuvers.
BUT there was the mission and she sucked it up and walked to the door, and was promptly sucked into the drama her gaydar had attempted to warn her of when her arrival coincided with a woman's voice, most likely Ziva's, crying out, from behind Abby's door.
To her growing horror Lex saw Willow's eyes widen, and rather then simple embarrassment the expression was one of alarm as she looked to Lex.
"Well! Do something!"
Lex blinked.
"Ziva's in there and she needs your help!"
Lex couldn't have stopped the grin that came to her face if she tried.
Willow's eyes narrowed and Lex felt her start to call the energy for a spell, most likely one to take down the door to Abby's room, and while interrupting Ziva would be bad no matter how they did it, doing so in a fashion that could trigger the reflexes the Mossad had built into her could be downright fatal.
"Wait, wait!" Lex held up her hands, and then reached on out to the door handle and twisted it, the well oiled mechanism opening smoothly, silently, just like the hinges on the door as it swung wide and the two witches were treated to the sight of Ziva and Abby, nude and making love, though they mostly just saw Ziva because while Abby was nude she was laid out on her back with her head facing the foot of the bed and the door where the two women now stood.
Ziva however was straddling Abby's face where the Goth's mouth was happily providing the ecstatic expression on Ziva's tossed back head.
Lex knew she should say something, once her mind had resumed logical thought, but Lex was still Lex, and as her head titled to the side, locking the image of Abby into her mind as well as Ziva she finally spoke. "Nice technique David, but watch the dismount, it's a bit tricky"
Just as Ziva's head shot up to regard their audience the door slammed closed as Willow shouted "SORRY!"
She then grabbed Lex by the arm and dragged her down the hall as the room they had just been looking into had the sounds of two women moving around.
Willow glared at her. "You are evil!"
Lex arched her brows. "You were the one ready to kick down their door, and I'm not evil, wicked maybe... okay definitely, but not evil."
Willow sighed, looking down at the flowers in her hands. "Yeah, well..."
That damn sympathy flared up again and Lex found herself speaking. "They're nice, pretty. I'm she would have liked them..." but again, Lex was still Lex, "if she hadn't been riding Abby's fa..."
Willow frowned. "You started out helpful, now not so much."
Lex sighed. "Sorry. sucks to like a girl who is taken."
Willow simply nodded, and seemed ready to walk away, but then she paused and turned to Lex, handing her the flowers. "Sorry about calling you evil, and about, you know, the thing with you and Ziva."
Lex smiled, looking down at the flowers. "Thanks." Then in a simple motion she placed a quick kiss on Willows cheek to mirror her thanks. "I love flowers!"
Lex turned back to the door, and Willow held a hand to the kissed cheek. "Well, she likes flowers, loves them. She can't be all bad." However when she realized Lex was determined to speak to the women they had just interrupted she hurried out of there as fast as her feet would carry her.
Hearing Willow leave, Lex tucked the flowers into the crook of her right arm while reaching out to knock with her left. The door opened and Ziva David was there glaring at her. Abigail Sciuto was already showing herself a fine partner for Ziva David as she had a matching glare for the woman now smiling at them both.
Ziva was the first to speak. "Has someone died?"
Abby picked up the sentence without pause. "Because if not someone will."
Lex frowned. "Actually... yeah. The base Gibbs, Buffy and Xander were at was attacked and suffered heavy casualties." That got the two women's attention, and worry as they focused on her, and Lex knew why. "Gibbs, Buffy and Xander are all, okay. Riley, Tony, and Giles have joined them. Since the enemy is now on the move we need to do the same. Go ahead and get showered, grab a sandwich or whatever, but we need to get together with Slayer. We have our target, but we need to iron out the how."
She was about to turn when Ziva spoke. "And this was too urgent to knock?"
Lex chuckled. "Willow was here, and heard Ziva cry out... she thought she was in trouble and needed help, and while I would have been happy to lend assistance I figured that wouldn't go so well." Considering the matching glares the joke got Lex knew she was right. "Willow however seemed ready to knock down the door, and since I knew this was going to happen one way or another I figured it would be better to do it in the way that WOULDN'T set off any Mossad trained reflexes."
Abby looked at Ziva, but when she saw Ziva nodding she realized Lex was right.