Friend of my Friend Chapter 13.
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 13.
Faith was sitting with Ziva and Lex in the third floor office of the base commander where Corporal Jensen's plane from Afghanistan had touched down. Which was also the last place the Corporal was seen alive, and while she had matured a great deal in her time with the Government she was still a woman of action, and the waiting wasn't sitting well with her.
Since action wasn't really feasible in the commander's office (Lex's Penthouse reference aside.) she decided to at least break the silence the other two women were annoyingly comfortable with.
"Well turned out Tara wasn't mad at me for our "match", but she still was happy to accept my "apology"."
Lex snickered. "I bet."
Ziva however looked between the women in confusion. "I did not think we were THAT out of line. Why would Tara... OH!"
Faith laughed softly. "Oh, indeed. I just brought it up because I was worried you might have someone you would have to apologize to, and I didn't want to get you in trouble."
Ziva shook her head. "No, there is just me..." Ziva then grinned. "So I am free to wrestle around with any woman I choose."
Faith and Ziva snickered, but Lex barged in. "You do have someone you need to apologize to! You too Faith!"
The other two women looked at Lex in confusion as she put her hand on her chest and looked horribly offended. "ME! You two need to apologize to me! The two of you all hot and sweaty, grunting with effort, panting with exertion as you wrapped yourselves around each other, and I wasn't invited?"
Faith laughed as Ziva smirked and spoke to Faith. "So you are involved with Tara?" Faith nodded. Ziva then looked over at Lex. "And you?"
Lex smiled, her eyes bright. "Single, gay, not as gay as Faith and Tara though... that's more of a personal goal at this point."
Ziva wasn't terribly shocked, but she was surprised. "I've been working with the Navy several years now, and I never imagined them being so open minded about sexual orientation amongst their troops."
Faith nodded reluctantly. "They're not. We're sort of an exception to the rule as they fear getting turned into vampires more then they feared getting made queer. Though I had worried the old VP might consider it since he didn't have much of a soul left, and had pretty much taken the Reaper as a roomie."
The women all shared a snicker, part of it coming from the sexual orientation of the old VP's daughter.
After several more moments of silence Faith sighed. "Ok, I'm going to check in, and then if this guy hasn't gotten back to us we'll go looking for him."
Faith pulled out her cellphone and looked at the display. She rolled her tongue inside her mouth before speaking in a level voice. "No bars. How odd." Her voice then dropped. "Okay, we're at stage one of fucked ladies."
Ziva got up and looked at the door handle, the lock on the heavy metal door obviously engaged. "Stage two." Then feet were seen shuffling outside the door, and Ziva commented again. "Stage three."
Lex and Faith had moved over to the desk to push it against the door, but both women saw something sitting on the seat of the office chair that had been pushed tight against the desk, two blocks of plastic explosive with a timer that had just over a minute left that was sitting in a clear plastic box.
Lex looked at Faith. "Stage Four?"
Faith shook her head. "Five, they knew enough to seal their package air tight so I wouldn't smell the explosives. They knew they'd be facing a slayer."
Ziva had joined them and was examining the bomb.
Faith looked at her. "Can you disarm it?"
Ziva nodded. "If I had a full tool kit, a vacuum chamber to keep it's internal pressure, and if it read eleven minutes and forty seconds rather then one minute and fourteen seconds."
Faith swore and ran up to the window, diving back as bullets came crashing through it. The lights went out, and the three women were left with the starlight coming in the now shattered window.
Lex was examining the cinder block wall. She held her hand out in front of her, and the block started sliding back.
Faith stopped her. "Hold on Lex, if you do it one at a time they'll realize what's up." She dropped her voice in case the men outside the door were listening. "Loosen them, then when I give you the signal pull the loose ones all at once."
Lex was frowning. "This is military construction, and I have less then a minute. I can't get a hole big enough for all us to escape in time."
Faith's face had the look of a commander about to make a difficult decision, but Ziva rapidly shook her head. Wheeling the chair over quickly she gestured to show that it would take only two bricks to make a hole big enough shove the bomb outside the building, through a spot no one would be watching.
Lex smiled, whispering, but loosening the two bricks as she spoke . "So instead of getting us out of the room with the bomb we get the bomb out of the room with us."
Lex then nodded to the two women and Faith and Ziva took a hold of a side of the chair and hoisted it up for their toss. Lex then held a hand up and scurried to the window, looking out the corner with only her eyes above the frame.
She then signaled by pushing the two bricks all the way out in a grind of protesting stone. The cinder blocks had barely dropped free before the bomb was out and away. Looking over the two other women saw Lex had her hand up as she watched out the window, and once the expected explosion finally came she turned to the other two and smiled. "The ground outside is clear."
Faith smirked. "I'll go first since I can handle the drop. Ziva, you'll follow and Lex will help you to the ground before getting herself out."
They didn't even need to nod their understanding as they started moving, Faith had her H&K Mk. 23 pistol in hand as she slid out on her stomach, head first. It meant she had to twist before hitting the ground, but her reflexes allowed it.
She crouched amongst the bloody body parts and ashes of the vampires who had been outside the window before the bomb went off to minimize her profile as she waited for Ziva to join her, her stake making quick work of any thing intact after the explosion. The Israeli came out backwards, her Sig Sauer holstered as she dangled by her hands before dropping free.
The Sig had been drawn as Faith smiled at her. "An ass like that? I can't believe you're still single."
Ziva rolled her eyes, but smiled as she did so.
Lex had slid out much like Ziva, but fire was finding them and a few rounds came close enough to break the concentration Lex had over whatever magic she was using to ease herself down and she dropped with a good fifteen feet between her and the ground.
Faith slayer reflexes kicked in easily enough and Lex found herself caught, cradled in her CO's arms.
Ziva grinned, looking at Faith. "YOU are so gay!"
Faith laughed as she set Lex down on her feet.
Lex drew a Kahr PM4544N automatic pistol, and not a moment too soon as four vampires in Marine fatigues, armed with M-16's came charging at them.
While the four men had rifles they were canted against their chests. The three women had their pistols, up, ready, and speaking by the time the four realized what danger they were in, and while there was an extra man to their side they all went down with multiple head shots. So it was largely academic who shot who as they went down and the girls didn't.
Faith drew a stake, but first turned to her two companions. "Grab rifles and ammo, they'll ash after I stake em."
Words matched actions, and the three women were each left with an M-16 assault rifle, and pockets full of clips.
Ziva however seemed to be paying an undue amount of attention to Lex's sidearm. To which the witch arched a brow. Ziva finally relented. "It is a girl's gun."
Lex brow raised higher, she then quickly flashed Ziva, and Faith coincidentally, a view of her breasts in their light blue, lacy bra. "I'm a girl, if you haven't noticed."
Ziva started. "I noticed, I just..."
Faith then interrupted.. "Ladies! While I'm not going to complain about seeing Lex's tits, they and our respective weapon choices aren't a real issue at the moment."
Faith led the three in a quick run to a shadowed spot near a large military cargo truck with a cammo canvas topper. All three ducking lower as a spotlight swept their previous location. She took out her cell, and swore in a whisper. "Damn it! Signal is blocked!"
Ziva nodded, whispering herself. "Probably why they used a timer rather then a radio detonator."
"All right. I want to check the barracks because there's a decent chance that they had left the day crew intact until now to keep up appearances."
Lex had an incredulous look as she gazed at Faith, whispering as well. "Shouldn't we call for back up?"
The whispered reply was a single word. "Who?" Faith shook her head. "The Lock couldn't field anything in time to make any difference, and mortal authorities wouldn't stand a chance. No ,we need to save any living Marines, destroy the undead ones, and hopefully save a clue or two to tell us who the fuck is responsible."
Lex frowned, grumbling under her breath, tightening her grip on the rifle. "This sucks, I didn't even get to "spar"."
Ziva had a small smile as she grabbed Lex, pulled her close and grabbed the woman tightly as she pushed their mouths together, her tongue seeking entrance. Lex was stunned, but gave it, enjoying a long, surprisingly leisurely kiss.
When it broke both women looked to Faith, but she was simply grinning.
Ziva looked at Lex. "Better, yes?"
Lex nodded, surprised. "Yes."
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 13.
Faith was sitting with Ziva and Lex in the third floor office of the base commander where Corporal Jensen's plane from Afghanistan had touched down. Which was also the last place the Corporal was seen alive, and while she had matured a great deal in her time with the Government she was still a woman of action, and the waiting wasn't sitting well with her.
Since action wasn't really feasible in the commander's office (Lex's Penthouse reference aside.) she decided to at least break the silence the other two women were annoyingly comfortable with.
"Well turned out Tara wasn't mad at me for our "match", but she still was happy to accept my "apology"."
Lex snickered. "I bet."
Ziva however looked between the women in confusion. "I did not think we were THAT out of line. Why would Tara... OH!"
Faith laughed softly. "Oh, indeed. I just brought it up because I was worried you might have someone you would have to apologize to, and I didn't want to get you in trouble."
Ziva shook her head. "No, there is just me..." Ziva then grinned. "So I am free to wrestle around with any woman I choose."
Faith and Ziva snickered, but Lex barged in. "You do have someone you need to apologize to! You too Faith!"
The other two women looked at Lex in confusion as she put her hand on her chest and looked horribly offended. "ME! You two need to apologize to me! The two of you all hot and sweaty, grunting with effort, panting with exertion as you wrapped yourselves around each other, and I wasn't invited?"
Faith laughed as Ziva smirked and spoke to Faith. "So you are involved with Tara?" Faith nodded. Ziva then looked over at Lex. "And you?"
Lex smiled, her eyes bright. "Single, gay, not as gay as Faith and Tara though... that's more of a personal goal at this point."
Ziva wasn't terribly shocked, but she was surprised. "I've been working with the Navy several years now, and I never imagined them being so open minded about sexual orientation amongst their troops."
Faith nodded reluctantly. "They're not. We're sort of an exception to the rule as they fear getting turned into vampires more then they feared getting made queer. Though I had worried the old VP might consider it since he didn't have much of a soul left, and had pretty much taken the Reaper as a roomie."
The women all shared a snicker, part of it coming from the sexual orientation of the old VP's daughter.
After several more moments of silence Faith sighed. "Ok, I'm going to check in, and then if this guy hasn't gotten back to us we'll go looking for him."
Faith pulled out her cellphone and looked at the display. She rolled her tongue inside her mouth before speaking in a level voice. "No bars. How odd." Her voice then dropped. "Okay, we're at stage one of fucked ladies."
Ziva got up and looked at the door handle, the lock on the heavy metal door obviously engaged. "Stage two." Then feet were seen shuffling outside the door, and Ziva commented again. "Stage three."
Lex and Faith had moved over to the desk to push it against the door, but both women saw something sitting on the seat of the office chair that had been pushed tight against the desk, two blocks of plastic explosive with a timer that had just over a minute left that was sitting in a clear plastic box.
Lex looked at Faith. "Stage Four?"
Faith shook her head. "Five, they knew enough to seal their package air tight so I wouldn't smell the explosives. They knew they'd be facing a slayer."
Ziva had joined them and was examining the bomb.
Faith looked at her. "Can you disarm it?"
Ziva nodded. "If I had a full tool kit, a vacuum chamber to keep it's internal pressure, and if it read eleven minutes and forty seconds rather then one minute and fourteen seconds."
Faith swore and ran up to the window, diving back as bullets came crashing through it. The lights went out, and the three women were left with the starlight coming in the now shattered window.
Lex was examining the cinder block wall. She held her hand out in front of her, and the block started sliding back.
Faith stopped her. "Hold on Lex, if you do it one at a time they'll realize what's up." She dropped her voice in case the men outside the door were listening. "Loosen them, then when I give you the signal pull the loose ones all at once."
Lex was frowning. "This is military construction, and I have less then a minute. I can't get a hole big enough for all us to escape in time."
Faith's face had the look of a commander about to make a difficult decision, but Ziva rapidly shook her head. Wheeling the chair over quickly she gestured to show that it would take only two bricks to make a hole big enough shove the bomb outside the building, through a spot no one would be watching.
Lex smiled, whispering, but loosening the two bricks as she spoke . "So instead of getting us out of the room with the bomb we get the bomb out of the room with us."
Lex then nodded to the two women and Faith and Ziva took a hold of a side of the chair and hoisted it up for their toss. Lex then held a hand up and scurried to the window, looking out the corner with only her eyes above the frame.
She then signaled by pushing the two bricks all the way out in a grind of protesting stone. The cinder blocks had barely dropped free before the bomb was out and away. Looking over the two other women saw Lex had her hand up as she watched out the window, and once the expected explosion finally came she turned to the other two and smiled. "The ground outside is clear."
Faith smirked. "I'll go first since I can handle the drop. Ziva, you'll follow and Lex will help you to the ground before getting herself out."
They didn't even need to nod their understanding as they started moving, Faith had her H&K Mk. 23 pistol in hand as she slid out on her stomach, head first. It meant she had to twist before hitting the ground, but her reflexes allowed it.
She crouched amongst the bloody body parts and ashes of the vampires who had been outside the window before the bomb went off to minimize her profile as she waited for Ziva to join her, her stake making quick work of any thing intact after the explosion. The Israeli came out backwards, her Sig Sauer holstered as she dangled by her hands before dropping free.
The Sig had been drawn as Faith smiled at her. "An ass like that? I can't believe you're still single."
Ziva rolled her eyes, but smiled as she did so.
Lex had slid out much like Ziva, but fire was finding them and a few rounds came close enough to break the concentration Lex had over whatever magic she was using to ease herself down and she dropped with a good fifteen feet between her and the ground.
Faith slayer reflexes kicked in easily enough and Lex found herself caught, cradled in her CO's arms.
Ziva grinned, looking at Faith. "YOU are so gay!"
Faith laughed as she set Lex down on her feet.
Lex drew a Kahr PM4544N automatic pistol, and not a moment too soon as four vampires in Marine fatigues, armed with M-16's came charging at them.
While the four men had rifles they were canted against their chests. The three women had their pistols, up, ready, and speaking by the time the four realized what danger they were in, and while there was an extra man to their side they all went down with multiple head shots. So it was largely academic who shot who as they went down and the girls didn't.
Faith drew a stake, but first turned to her two companions. "Grab rifles and ammo, they'll ash after I stake em."
Words matched actions, and the three women were each left with an M-16 assault rifle, and pockets full of clips.
Ziva however seemed to be paying an undue amount of attention to Lex's sidearm. To which the witch arched a brow. Ziva finally relented. "It is a girl's gun."
Lex brow raised higher, she then quickly flashed Ziva, and Faith coincidentally, a view of her breasts in their light blue, lacy bra. "I'm a girl, if you haven't noticed."
Ziva started. "I noticed, I just..."
Faith then interrupted.. "Ladies! While I'm not going to complain about seeing Lex's tits, they and our respective weapon choices aren't a real issue at the moment."
Faith led the three in a quick run to a shadowed spot near a large military cargo truck with a cammo canvas topper. All three ducking lower as a spotlight swept their previous location. She took out her cell, and swore in a whisper. "Damn it! Signal is blocked!"
Ziva nodded, whispering herself. "Probably why they used a timer rather then a radio detonator."
"All right. I want to check the barracks because there's a decent chance that they had left the day crew intact until now to keep up appearances."
Lex had an incredulous look as she gazed at Faith, whispering as well. "Shouldn't we call for back up?"
The whispered reply was a single word. "Who?" Faith shook her head. "The Lock couldn't field anything in time to make any difference, and mortal authorities wouldn't stand a chance. No ,we need to save any living Marines, destroy the undead ones, and hopefully save a clue or two to tell us who the fuck is responsible."
Lex frowned, grumbling under her breath, tightening her grip on the rifle. "This sucks, I didn't even get to "spar"."
Ziva had a small smile as she grabbed Lex, pulled her close and grabbed the woman tightly as she pushed their mouths together, her tongue seeking entrance. Lex was stunned, but gave it, enjoying a long, surprisingly leisurely kiss.
When it broke both women looked to Faith, but she was simply grinning.
Ziva looked at Lex. "Better, yes?"
Lex nodded, surprised. "Yes."