FIC: Lunch Time - Willow/NCIS - tth100
Title: Lunch Time (Willow/NCIS)
Author: Lyl (lyl_devil)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt - 031: Friends
Words: 679
Summary: It didn't make her any less suspicious, though, because she'd seen this story. Heck, she'd lived it.
~!~
“Is this seat taken?” asked a cheerful voice, pulling Willow out of her thoughts. Looking up, she was surprised to see none other than Agent Kate Todd.
“Uh-no?” Willow replied, not quite sure if there was a right answer to this. The field agents never sat with the support staff at lunches or breaks, mostly because they either ate at their desks or were out on a case. Today must be her unlucky day, though, because here was one such field agent, asking to sit at her table.
“Good,” answered Agent Todd, smiling brightly as she took the seat across from her. Willow was mildly frozen in place, watching as the other woman pulled out her lunch.
“So, I'm Kate,” she introduced herself, drawing Willow's attention back to her.
“Willow,” she said in reflex, still not sure what was going on.
“I know,” replied Kate, still smiling that wide smile, and Willow got a sinking feeling in her stomach. “McGee's mentioned you.”
Okay, that wasn't so surprising given that they'd spoken several times since she'd started work at NCIS. It didn't make her any less suspicious, though, because she'd seen this story. Heck, she'd lived it. Popular girl finds shy, quiet girl, minding her own business. Makes friends with shy, quiet girl. Then proceeds to tease and torment shy, quiet girl until she runs away in tears, and for years afterwards.
It was Cordelia all over again.
“I actually have some work I still need to do-” Willow said, struggling to gather up her food in preparation of a hasty departure. She refused to go through that again, especially here and now. She loved this job - this place - too much to start hating it; to start dreading each morning, working herself into an ulcer over the comments and jibes she would be subject to.
It wasn't going to happen again.
“No, wait. Don't go,” said Kate, putting a hand out to stop her. “I just wanted to talk - get to know you.”
Willow saw the sincere look on Kate's face, and paused. Could she really be sincere in her desire to get to know her?
The real question was, Willow thought, was she willing to put herself out there, on the chance that Kate was being honest? This wasn't school, Kate wasn't Cordelia, and there wasn't a Xander and Jesse around the corner to make her smile through her tears. All she had was Gibbs.
Gibbs who would probably shoot anyone who made her cry like that.
Narrowing her eyes, Willow looked directly at Kate.
“This isn't a pity lunch, is it?” she asked, gratified at the way Kate's eyes widened in shock.
“No. No way!” she denied, and Willow decided to trust her, just a little. “You just looked like you could use a girl friend.”
“Huh?” Willow didn't think she'd heard that quite right.
“You work in an office full of young, geeky computer nerds - male, young, geeky computer nerds,” said Kate wryly. “you need another woman to talk to, every now and then.”
That Willow could understand. It had been the same way before Buffy came into her life, just her, Jesse and Xander, and the novelty of having another girl to talk to had made Willow giddy for weeks afterwards.
Looking over Kate's shoulder, Willow saw those same geeky computer nerds finally enter the large lunch room. However, any hope she'd had for a rescue from the scariest female agent at NCIS was dashed as first one, then the others, noticed who she was sitting with. They all froze for about five seconds, then scattered like the rats they were.
Cowards. No rescue from that corner.
Slumping in defeat, Willow resigned herself to an awkward lunch with a woman who could verbally slam the walking hormone (Agent DiNozzo), go head to head with the most stubborn of marines (Gibbs) and become best friends with the lab tech that had most of NCIS nervous, if not outright scared (Abby).
It was going to be a long hour.
END
Author: Lyl (lyl_devil)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt - 031: Friends
Words: 679
Summary: It didn't make her any less suspicious, though, because she'd seen this story. Heck, she'd lived it.
~!~
“Is this seat taken?” asked a cheerful voice, pulling Willow out of her thoughts. Looking up, she was surprised to see none other than Agent Kate Todd.
“Uh-no?” Willow replied, not quite sure if there was a right answer to this. The field agents never sat with the support staff at lunches or breaks, mostly because they either ate at their desks or were out on a case. Today must be her unlucky day, though, because here was one such field agent, asking to sit at her table.
“Good,” answered Agent Todd, smiling brightly as she took the seat across from her. Willow was mildly frozen in place, watching as the other woman pulled out her lunch.
“So, I'm Kate,” she introduced herself, drawing Willow's attention back to her.
“Willow,” she said in reflex, still not sure what was going on.
“I know,” replied Kate, still smiling that wide smile, and Willow got a sinking feeling in her stomach. “McGee's mentioned you.”
Okay, that wasn't so surprising given that they'd spoken several times since she'd started work at NCIS. It didn't make her any less suspicious, though, because she'd seen this story. Heck, she'd lived it. Popular girl finds shy, quiet girl, minding her own business. Makes friends with shy, quiet girl. Then proceeds to tease and torment shy, quiet girl until she runs away in tears, and for years afterwards.
It was Cordelia all over again.
“I actually have some work I still need to do-” Willow said, struggling to gather up her food in preparation of a hasty departure. She refused to go through that again, especially here and now. She loved this job - this place - too much to start hating it; to start dreading each morning, working herself into an ulcer over the comments and jibes she would be subject to.
It wasn't going to happen again.
“No, wait. Don't go,” said Kate, putting a hand out to stop her. “I just wanted to talk - get to know you.”
Willow saw the sincere look on Kate's face, and paused. Could she really be sincere in her desire to get to know her?
The real question was, Willow thought, was she willing to put herself out there, on the chance that Kate was being honest? This wasn't school, Kate wasn't Cordelia, and there wasn't a Xander and Jesse around the corner to make her smile through her tears. All she had was Gibbs.
Gibbs who would probably shoot anyone who made her cry like that.
Narrowing her eyes, Willow looked directly at Kate.
“This isn't a pity lunch, is it?” she asked, gratified at the way Kate's eyes widened in shock.
“No. No way!” she denied, and Willow decided to trust her, just a little. “You just looked like you could use a girl friend.”
“Huh?” Willow didn't think she'd heard that quite right.
“You work in an office full of young, geeky computer nerds - male, young, geeky computer nerds,” said Kate wryly. “you need another woman to talk to, every now and then.”
That Willow could understand. It had been the same way before Buffy came into her life, just her, Jesse and Xander, and the novelty of having another girl to talk to had made Willow giddy for weeks afterwards.
Looking over Kate's shoulder, Willow saw those same geeky computer nerds finally enter the large lunch room. However, any hope she'd had for a rescue from the scariest female agent at NCIS was dashed as first one, then the others, noticed who she was sitting with. They all froze for about five seconds, then scattered like the rats they were.
Cowards. No rescue from that corner.
Slumping in defeat, Willow resigned herself to an awkward lunch with a woman who could verbally slam the walking hormone (Agent DiNozzo), go head to head with the most stubborn of marines (Gibbs) and become best friends with the lab tech that had most of NCIS nervous, if not outright scared (Abby).
It was going to be a long hour.
END