Friend of my Friend Chapter 20.
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 20.
Abby sighed, Gibbs was in the middle east. He was in the middle east trying to track down the guys who were kidnapping Marines and turning them into vampires, but with him in the middle east he couldn't be here to help Abby with the ache in her chest or the thoughts running around in her head.
Gibbs needed to be there to put his arm around her shoulder in that silent Gibbs way he did that let her know that everything would work out, but he wasn't there, and Abby knew that everything wouldn't work out.
Or at least it wouldn't work out for her. It would probably work out wonderfully for Ziva and Lex... her heart clenched. Lex might even convince Ziva to leave NCIS and take up demon hunting full time, and Ziva would do it too as it would be a challenge to her abilities, and a totally worth while cause as they are saving the whole entire world instead of a couple of branches of the US military.
Abby sighed. She really needed Gibbs to be there now, or for her to be in the middle east with him. Sure, Abby had never been too terribly fond of the sun, but it seemed a small sacrifice to not be there, and not have to see what she would see the next time she saw Ziva or Lex, or even worse Ziva WITH Lex.
While Abby's brilliant brain had been tormenting herself with thoughts of what she found and lost all at once her feet were looking out for her as she found herself in the Lock's medical bay, the autopsy section.
"Abigail? What brings you by?"
Looking up at the cheerful greeting she was looking into the smiling face of Doctor Mallard.
"Hi Ducky. Working alone?"
"Yes, yes, Mister Palmer finally needed some rest, and Mrs. Finn went to report our findings to her husband for the conference call they are going to have with Gibbs in a couple hours."
She smiled, it was a sad smile, but Ducky's enthusiasm was contagious. "So you don't need any sleep?"
He smiled, looking down at his feet. "Of course I do," He then looked up "but, but it's all so marvelous Abigail. Whole knew species, all of them containing discoveries that could rewrite whole annals of human knowledge. I dare say this is the missing link, the missing links that have kept human knowledge so constrained."
She arched a brow. "You know this is all top secret, right?"
He smiled. "Of course. It's almost tragic in a way. We may be under appreciated at NCIS, but at least we exist. The way Samantha explained it while some retain their identities, especially those just rotating in for training in combating supernatural threats, much of the senior staff have surrendered their identities entirely. All the good they'll do, all the lives they'll save, and their accomplishments will never be known outside this building, and when they die they will be buried without the honors they've earned, and forgotten."
Ducky looked up from his grim musings and saw Abby's morose expression. "I'm terribly sorry Abby. I guess I just got caught up in the poetry of it all. Unsung heroes, unknown warriors standing as the bastion between an unsuspecting world and the very forces of Hell."
Under Abby's calm exterior she was kicking herself. They WERE unsung heroes. She didn't know how Lex's first mission had went, but if it was like any of the stories she had been hearing from Tara or Buffy, or Faith then it didn't seem right to hate Lex for seeing what Abby couldn't, for taking the chance Abby didn't.
It might twist in her gut like one of Ziva's knives, but she would try her best to be happy for them.
Right now however she wanted a distraction. So she took a closer look at what Ducky was working on. There were four bodies laid out on the tables. Two looked entirely human and looked like they had already been autopsied. The Y incisions however looked funny, and Abby's stomach turned as she realized the poor souls had already had their chests opened before they had gotten to Ducky.
The second two seemed far more interesting, namely because their heads were on separate tables behind them.
Ducky saw her eyes moving from the bodies to the tables with their heads. "Yes, these two beasties were the two infiltrator demons that Tony, Riley and Giles defeated."
"They had to cut their heads off?"
Ducky nodded absently as he leaned in to keep examining the severed specimens. "Quite, seems it's the only way to actually kill the fiends."
Abby leaned in next to him. "Then why is the girl demon's head caved in?"
Ducky leaned in. "That's the one Tony killed, and he had to get inventive to get her to lie still long enough for him to remove her head."
Abby stood up. "They left him alone with a demon!"
Ducky stood up with her. "Now, now, Tony was the one who realized they were not the Jensens, and it seems they are able to read our emotions. So while Tony was trying to figure out how to tell the others without letting the "Jensens" know, they already knew, and managed to separate them."
Abby nodded reluctantly, and Ducky smiled. "Don't worry, from all reports Tony handled it wonderfully."
She frowned, looking back at the heads. "Had he seen pictures? Cause they don't look like the Jensens." Abby looked between the two sets of bodies for emphasis.
Ducky grinned widely. "That's where this get's even MORE interesting." He motioned for her to lean in again and then pressed his gloved hand against the male demons' cheek, and the bones shifted under the slight pressure.
They both stood up as Ducky started speaking again. "When they arrived they were perfect duplicates of the Jensens. Now they look more like possible relatives. I imagine that by this time tomorrow they will have reverted to their natural forms."
“The bone that would correspond with the location of the left zygomatic is completely mobile.” He moved his fingers to the jaw line, which had changed a great deal. He moved it side to side and palpated the bottom of the jaw line. “The mandible seems to have a suture midway along its inferior portion. The x-rays show that the split bisects the entire bone.”
He went to a computer and pulled up a set of MRI scans. “The zygomaticus major is similar to a human’s, but there are additional muscles connected to each side of the separated mandible. I would think that is to allow the creature to elongate or shorten the jaw line when it morphs to mimic its victim.”
Abby leaned over Ducky’s shoulder. “You think the change happens physically, and not you know, magick?”
“Probably a combination of both,” Ducky said. “The written information on the infiltrator suggests that when the creature ingests its victim’s heart, a mystical shift occurs that allows it to perfectly copy the victim. My guess is that in the absence of a heart to begin the change, it can use its musculature to reshape enough to move amongst us disguised as human.”
“Or as several different humans,” Abby said. “I mean if it can move its cheekbones and lengthen its jaw, it probably can look like many different people, right?”
“Indeed,” Ducky said. “These creatures are men of a thousand faces. I wonder if Lon Chaney was related to these creatures? He was known by the moniker ‘the man with 1000 faces, after all.” He sighed. “Though, I think Dick Cheney is more likely related to demons.”
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 20.
Abby sighed, Gibbs was in the middle east. He was in the middle east trying to track down the guys who were kidnapping Marines and turning them into vampires, but with him in the middle east he couldn't be here to help Abby with the ache in her chest or the thoughts running around in her head.
Gibbs needed to be there to put his arm around her shoulder in that silent Gibbs way he did that let her know that everything would work out, but he wasn't there, and Abby knew that everything wouldn't work out.
Or at least it wouldn't work out for her. It would probably work out wonderfully for Ziva and Lex... her heart clenched. Lex might even convince Ziva to leave NCIS and take up demon hunting full time, and Ziva would do it too as it would be a challenge to her abilities, and a totally worth while cause as they are saving the whole entire world instead of a couple of branches of the US military.
Abby sighed. She really needed Gibbs to be there now, or for her to be in the middle east with him. Sure, Abby had never been too terribly fond of the sun, but it seemed a small sacrifice to not be there, and not have to see what she would see the next time she saw Ziva or Lex, or even worse Ziva WITH Lex.
While Abby's brilliant brain had been tormenting herself with thoughts of what she found and lost all at once her feet were looking out for her as she found herself in the Lock's medical bay, the autopsy section.
"Abigail? What brings you by?"
Looking up at the cheerful greeting she was looking into the smiling face of Doctor Mallard.
"Hi Ducky. Working alone?"
"Yes, yes, Mister Palmer finally needed some rest, and Mrs. Finn went to report our findings to her husband for the conference call they are going to have with Gibbs in a couple hours."
She smiled, it was a sad smile, but Ducky's enthusiasm was contagious. "So you don't need any sleep?"
He smiled, looking down at his feet. "Of course I do," He then looked up "but, but it's all so marvelous Abigail. Whole knew species, all of them containing discoveries that could rewrite whole annals of human knowledge. I dare say this is the missing link, the missing links that have kept human knowledge so constrained."
She arched a brow. "You know this is all top secret, right?"
He smiled. "Of course. It's almost tragic in a way. We may be under appreciated at NCIS, but at least we exist. The way Samantha explained it while some retain their identities, especially those just rotating in for training in combating supernatural threats, much of the senior staff have surrendered their identities entirely. All the good they'll do, all the lives they'll save, and their accomplishments will never be known outside this building, and when they die they will be buried without the honors they've earned, and forgotten."
Ducky looked up from his grim musings and saw Abby's morose expression. "I'm terribly sorry Abby. I guess I just got caught up in the poetry of it all. Unsung heroes, unknown warriors standing as the bastion between an unsuspecting world and the very forces of Hell."
Under Abby's calm exterior she was kicking herself. They WERE unsung heroes. She didn't know how Lex's first mission had went, but if it was like any of the stories she had been hearing from Tara or Buffy, or Faith then it didn't seem right to hate Lex for seeing what Abby couldn't, for taking the chance Abby didn't.
It might twist in her gut like one of Ziva's knives, but she would try her best to be happy for them.
Right now however she wanted a distraction. So she took a closer look at what Ducky was working on. There were four bodies laid out on the tables. Two looked entirely human and looked like they had already been autopsied. The Y incisions however looked funny, and Abby's stomach turned as she realized the poor souls had already had their chests opened before they had gotten to Ducky.
The second two seemed far more interesting, namely because their heads were on separate tables behind them.
Ducky saw her eyes moving from the bodies to the tables with their heads. "Yes, these two beasties were the two infiltrator demons that Tony, Riley and Giles defeated."
"They had to cut their heads off?"
Ducky nodded absently as he leaned in to keep examining the severed specimens. "Quite, seems it's the only way to actually kill the fiends."
Abby leaned in next to him. "Then why is the girl demon's head caved in?"
Ducky leaned in. "That's the one Tony killed, and he had to get inventive to get her to lie still long enough for him to remove her head."
Abby stood up. "They left him alone with a demon!"
Ducky stood up with her. "Now, now, Tony was the one who realized they were not the Jensens, and it seems they are able to read our emotions. So while Tony was trying to figure out how to tell the others without letting the "Jensens" know, they already knew, and managed to separate them."
Abby nodded reluctantly, and Ducky smiled. "Don't worry, from all reports Tony handled it wonderfully."
She frowned, looking back at the heads. "Had he seen pictures? Cause they don't look like the Jensens." Abby looked between the two sets of bodies for emphasis.
Ducky grinned widely. "That's where this get's even MORE interesting." He motioned for her to lean in again and then pressed his gloved hand against the male demons' cheek, and the bones shifted under the slight pressure.
They both stood up as Ducky started speaking again. "When they arrived they were perfect duplicates of the Jensens. Now they look more like possible relatives. I imagine that by this time tomorrow they will have reverted to their natural forms."
“The bone that would correspond with the location of the left zygomatic is completely mobile.” He moved his fingers to the jaw line, which had changed a great deal. He moved it side to side and palpated the bottom of the jaw line. “The mandible seems to have a suture midway along its inferior portion. The x-rays show that the split bisects the entire bone.”
He went to a computer and pulled up a set of MRI scans. “The zygomaticus major is similar to a human’s, but there are additional muscles connected to each side of the separated mandible. I would think that is to allow the creature to elongate or shorten the jaw line when it morphs to mimic its victim.”
Abby leaned over Ducky’s shoulder. “You think the change happens physically, and not you know, magick?”
“Probably a combination of both,” Ducky said. “The written information on the infiltrator suggests that when the creature ingests its victim’s heart, a mystical shift occurs that allows it to perfectly copy the victim. My guess is that in the absence of a heart to begin the change, it can use its musculature to reshape enough to move amongst us disguised as human.”
“Or as several different humans,” Abby said. “I mean if it can move its cheekbones and lengthen its jaw, it probably can look like many different people, right?”
“Indeed,” Ducky said. “These creatures are men of a thousand faces. I wonder if Lon Chaney was related to these creatures? He was known by the moniker ‘the man with 1000 faces, after all.” He sighed. “Though, I think Dick Cheney is more likely related to demons.”