FF Running With the Devil Chapter 5.
Title:Running With the Devil
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating: Let's err on the side of caution and go NC-17.
Setting: My Lock AU, starting with "Life on the Farm". While it started more traditional fan fic, this is the eighth in the series and most wonderfully has developed into it's own world, that just happens to be populated by characters from other series.
Summary: The soldiers of the Lock are coming to the understanding that the reason there isn't a plural for the word apocalypse is because it would devalue the concept, and the doomsdays that they have been facing have simply been warming them up.
Spoilers: While this IS it's own universe now I will freely draw upon Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, NCIS, the Executioner/Stonyman Farm and now Supernatural.
Disclaimers: This is a not for profit work of fanfic and is in no way a challenge to existing copyrights.
Wyld's Notes: I tried not to write this fic. Literally, I thought having three cannons in the same universe was pushing it (I count Buffy and Angel as one for obvious reasons), but when I tried to NOT write this my muse overruled me, and since people have been finding the other things she's encouraged me to write worth their time I figured I would share this as well.
Chapter 5.
DiNozzo was behind the wheel of the rental car the two men had picked up at the airport. Looking to McGee in the passenger seat he spoke. "Lawrence Kansas, Winchesters, go!"
McGee had his Lock touch pad out and was opening up the files he and Willow had put together before he left. Much like the other touch pad devices on the market it allowed a much larger interface then the smartphone sized devices, but just like the Lock's smartphones the technology was cutting edge and custom made to give them as large of a technological edge as possible.
Truth be told, while McGee was happy to be a part of an operation that literally held the fate of the wold in it's hands, the technological toys he got to play with were a definite job perk.
"Mary Winchester, born Mary Campbell, her file gets interesting right away. Her parents were Samuel and Deanna Campbell."
Tony shrugged behind the wheel. "Which explains the boy's names. It's perhaps a little unusual they didn't name one after one of John's parents, but that's not really interesting."
McGee shook his head absently as he kept reading the screen. "That would be because John's parents didn't both die violently on the same night in different sections of Lawrence by wounds that the medical examiner said would take an attacker of 'extraordinary' strength."
That had Tony nodding. "Okay, now that part is significantly more interesting."
"There's more. Their deaths were the last of several deaths in and around Lawrence, but the other deaths were ruled accidental, though suspiciously so."
DiNozzo exhaled. "Maybe they found out something they shouldn't have? Mary survived something her parents didn't and it came back to find her once she had kids?"
Tim shrugged needlessly. "That will be for us to figure out. After that she married John Winchester, had their son Dean, had their son Sam, and then died in a house fire. After the house fire John Winchester emptied his bank accounts, let the mortgage on the house default, and went underground. While there are assorted records that occasionally pop up for him and his sons around the country the last records we have for the Winchesters in Lawrence is contractors fixing the fire damage, and then when their family home finally managed to get sold sixteen months ago."
The next question DiNozzo posed was the obvious one. "Who to?"
So obviously McGee already had the records open. "Jenny Richards, single mother of two, divorced, no criminal record. Moved to Lawrence those sixteen months ago, and bought the house from a bank that sold it at a price that showed they were happy to get rid of it. I have some records from contractors who did some touch up work to make it habitable... and a court case."
That had Tony looking over briefly, but keeping quiet as McGee was obviously getting the information. "A plumber had been in to look at the garbage disposal. He swore he disconnected the power, but when he reached in it still managed to turn on and take off his hand."
Now Tony spoke. "Careless workmanship, or poltergeist?"
Again McGee shrugged. "Any other house I might be willing to blame it on the plumber."
Continuing to tap away at the screen Tim continued the narrative. "Case was settled out of court, the judge ruling equal culpability since as far as he was concerned the plumber was responsible for making sure he was working safely, but the homeowner still had responsible because it happened in her home."
That got a small smile from DiNozzo. "Have to wonder if one day part of fixer uppers will included having a witch come in to cleanse the place of any bad juju left from previous inhabitants."
A third shrug from McGee. "That must be what she did as I have nothing else on record for Lawrence Kansas."
He then set the touch pad down on his lap. "How are we going to approach this Tony? We can't exactly claim were looking into a twenty year old house fire, even if that's precisely what were doing."
Tony opened his mouth to speak once, and then again, on the third time he actually managed words. "That's a very good point Probie. Let's go to the hotel, get settled in and figure something out."
Knocking on the door a smiling face McGee and DiNozzo recognized from Jenny Richards' DMV picture greeted them as the door opened.
"May I help you?"
DiNozzo was the one who replied. "Yes Miss Richards. I'm Mat Rogers and this is Nick Kepper from P&P Insurance. We're sorry, but we need to bother you one last time over your most recent claim."
That had Jenny frowning. "I thought that was all taken care of."
Tony was nodding. "It is all taken care of. It's just that due to the unusual nature of the incident we were looking to make a final check of the house to make sure nothing like that will ever happen again."
That had the single mother smiling. "Oh it won't I've already had it take care of."
That got both investigators attention, but neither showed it as Tony continued. "Of course you have, but until I can tell my boss that WE checked it out it hasn't been checked out BY us."
That got another frown, but the cover story seemed sold as she nodded as ushered them in.
Miss Richards had just brought in coffee and served it as there was a knock at her door. Excusing herself the two agents were left alone.
Leaving McGee the first to speak. "You seem..."
DiNozzo tried to finish the thought for him. "Different?"
Tim shook head. "Back to your old self."
That got DiNozzo's own patented smile, first patented back when he learned that not only were girls different, but that he really rather liked those differences. Jenny Richards was an attractive young woman for a mother of two, and Tony hadn't bothered to restrain himself as during the small talk they made leading into the living room in which they now sat.
Deciding to explain Tony took a deep breath first. "Tara and I talked a bit at Apostate before Ari popped back up, and she helped me to realize that I shouldn't feel guilty for trying to take down the world's most prolific merchant of death and destruction, and that no one is ever allowed to decide whether or not they fall in love..."
McGee interrupted him. "I never thought I'd hear you use the L word like that."
That got another grin. "Except to possibly say we are living in a sci-fi version of the show?"
Seeing McGee give a reluctant grin at that Tony kept going, but accenting his words by holding his hands out as he shrugged. "It fits, you know it as well as I do Probie, but her response was to come up with perhaps the most horrific woman scorned move that doesn't involved bladed instruments, she frames me for the murder of her father."
That had McGee's eyes open at the idea and Tony gave a more enthusiastic nod as he dropped his hands. "Yeah, I hadn't thought of it that way either, but Tara pointed out that she would rather have seen ME go to prison for her Father's murder then the actual killer... I mean Court still got away with it, but she decided that seeing me punished for the crime was more important then her father being killed."
McGee did his own opening his mouth and closing it once before finally being able to speak. "I guess that does sort of put a different spin on the relationship."
Back to grinning DiNozzo came back with "That and I figure at least one part of the male population should be giving Lex a challenge."
That got McGee's own grin. "You think you'll be able to challenge Lex? You'll be lucky to even catch up!"
Tony put on a slightly offended expression. "Well it certainly won't be you."
McGee's grin grew. "I've got no intention of challenging her. I'm taking notes and letting her set me up on dates."
Genuinely taken back DiNozzo's surprise was obvious in his voice. "Lex is setting you up on dates?"
A nod. "Yep, she doesn't do committed relationships, but she knows several of her girlfriends are looking for just that and are bi."
Once more Tony came right back. "And you're okay with them having been sexually involved with Lex?"
McGee's grin was even more pleased with himself. "Shouldn't I be?"
DiNozzo found his head bobbing in affirmation. "Okay Probie, I'll give you that." He actually had his own smile for his friend.
Then a new voice was heard as a robust black woman entered the room. "Would you two get your minds out of the gutter? There's important work to be done and unfortunately it looks like it's going to be the two of you doing it!"
Off to the side the singe mother was obviously confused. "They said they were insurance investigators."
The black woman's voice softened. "They had to sweetie. They're much like Sam and Dean are, looking for the horrors out there in the dark and stopping them, but since they didn't know if you knew the history of your house they couldn't come right out and use it as a ice breaker now could they?"
Jenny smiled nodding mostly to herself. "I suppose not."
"All right you two. The names Missouri Mosely, I am psychic, and you don't need to worry because you don't live with the gift as long as I have without knowing some places of peoples minds hold secrets you don't look at unless asked. Just rude otherwise. Now come on!"
McGee was the first to respond. "Yes Ma'am!"
Tony however wasn't far beyond "Yes Ma'am!"
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating: Let's err on the side of caution and go NC-17.
Setting: My Lock AU, starting with "Life on the Farm". While it started more traditional fan fic, this is the eighth in the series and most wonderfully has developed into it's own world, that just happens to be populated by characters from other series.
Summary: The soldiers of the Lock are coming to the understanding that the reason there isn't a plural for the word apocalypse is because it would devalue the concept, and the doomsdays that they have been facing have simply been warming them up.
Spoilers: While this IS it's own universe now I will freely draw upon Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, NCIS, the Executioner/Stonyman Farm and now Supernatural.
Disclaimers: This is a not for profit work of fanfic and is in no way a challenge to existing copyrights.
Wyld's Notes: I tried not to write this fic. Literally, I thought having three cannons in the same universe was pushing it (I count Buffy and Angel as one for obvious reasons), but when I tried to NOT write this my muse overruled me, and since people have been finding the other things she's encouraged me to write worth their time I figured I would share this as well.
Chapter 5.
DiNozzo was behind the wheel of the rental car the two men had picked up at the airport. Looking to McGee in the passenger seat he spoke. "Lawrence Kansas, Winchesters, go!"
McGee had his Lock touch pad out and was opening up the files he and Willow had put together before he left. Much like the other touch pad devices on the market it allowed a much larger interface then the smartphone sized devices, but just like the Lock's smartphones the technology was cutting edge and custom made to give them as large of a technological edge as possible.
Truth be told, while McGee was happy to be a part of an operation that literally held the fate of the wold in it's hands, the technological toys he got to play with were a definite job perk.
"Mary Winchester, born Mary Campbell, her file gets interesting right away. Her parents were Samuel and Deanna Campbell."
Tony shrugged behind the wheel. "Which explains the boy's names. It's perhaps a little unusual they didn't name one after one of John's parents, but that's not really interesting."
McGee shook his head absently as he kept reading the screen. "That would be because John's parents didn't both die violently on the same night in different sections of Lawrence by wounds that the medical examiner said would take an attacker of 'extraordinary' strength."
That had Tony nodding. "Okay, now that part is significantly more interesting."
"There's more. Their deaths were the last of several deaths in and around Lawrence, but the other deaths were ruled accidental, though suspiciously so."
DiNozzo exhaled. "Maybe they found out something they shouldn't have? Mary survived something her parents didn't and it came back to find her once she had kids?"
Tim shrugged needlessly. "That will be for us to figure out. After that she married John Winchester, had their son Dean, had their son Sam, and then died in a house fire. After the house fire John Winchester emptied his bank accounts, let the mortgage on the house default, and went underground. While there are assorted records that occasionally pop up for him and his sons around the country the last records we have for the Winchesters in Lawrence is contractors fixing the fire damage, and then when their family home finally managed to get sold sixteen months ago."
The next question DiNozzo posed was the obvious one. "Who to?"
So obviously McGee already had the records open. "Jenny Richards, single mother of two, divorced, no criminal record. Moved to Lawrence those sixteen months ago, and bought the house from a bank that sold it at a price that showed they were happy to get rid of it. I have some records from contractors who did some touch up work to make it habitable... and a court case."
That had Tony looking over briefly, but keeping quiet as McGee was obviously getting the information. "A plumber had been in to look at the garbage disposal. He swore he disconnected the power, but when he reached in it still managed to turn on and take off his hand."
Now Tony spoke. "Careless workmanship, or poltergeist?"
Again McGee shrugged. "Any other house I might be willing to blame it on the plumber."
Continuing to tap away at the screen Tim continued the narrative. "Case was settled out of court, the judge ruling equal culpability since as far as he was concerned the plumber was responsible for making sure he was working safely, but the homeowner still had responsible because it happened in her home."
That got a small smile from DiNozzo. "Have to wonder if one day part of fixer uppers will included having a witch come in to cleanse the place of any bad juju left from previous inhabitants."
A third shrug from McGee. "That must be what she did as I have nothing else on record for Lawrence Kansas."
He then set the touch pad down on his lap. "How are we going to approach this Tony? We can't exactly claim were looking into a twenty year old house fire, even if that's precisely what were doing."
Tony opened his mouth to speak once, and then again, on the third time he actually managed words. "That's a very good point Probie. Let's go to the hotel, get settled in and figure something out."
Knocking on the door a smiling face McGee and DiNozzo recognized from Jenny Richards' DMV picture greeted them as the door opened.
"May I help you?"
DiNozzo was the one who replied. "Yes Miss Richards. I'm Mat Rogers and this is Nick Kepper from P&P Insurance. We're sorry, but we need to bother you one last time over your most recent claim."
That had Jenny frowning. "I thought that was all taken care of."
Tony was nodding. "It is all taken care of. It's just that due to the unusual nature of the incident we were looking to make a final check of the house to make sure nothing like that will ever happen again."
That had the single mother smiling. "Oh it won't I've already had it take care of."
That got both investigators attention, but neither showed it as Tony continued. "Of course you have, but until I can tell my boss that WE checked it out it hasn't been checked out BY us."
That got another frown, but the cover story seemed sold as she nodded as ushered them in.
Miss Richards had just brought in coffee and served it as there was a knock at her door. Excusing herself the two agents were left alone.
Leaving McGee the first to speak. "You seem..."
DiNozzo tried to finish the thought for him. "Different?"
Tim shook head. "Back to your old self."
That got DiNozzo's own patented smile, first patented back when he learned that not only were girls different, but that he really rather liked those differences. Jenny Richards was an attractive young woman for a mother of two, and Tony hadn't bothered to restrain himself as during the small talk they made leading into the living room in which they now sat.
Deciding to explain Tony took a deep breath first. "Tara and I talked a bit at Apostate before Ari popped back up, and she helped me to realize that I shouldn't feel guilty for trying to take down the world's most prolific merchant of death and destruction, and that no one is ever allowed to decide whether or not they fall in love..."
McGee interrupted him. "I never thought I'd hear you use the L word like that."
That got another grin. "Except to possibly say we are living in a sci-fi version of the show?"
Seeing McGee give a reluctant grin at that Tony kept going, but accenting his words by holding his hands out as he shrugged. "It fits, you know it as well as I do Probie, but her response was to come up with perhaps the most horrific woman scorned move that doesn't involved bladed instruments, she frames me for the murder of her father."
That had McGee's eyes open at the idea and Tony gave a more enthusiastic nod as he dropped his hands. "Yeah, I hadn't thought of it that way either, but Tara pointed out that she would rather have seen ME go to prison for her Father's murder then the actual killer... I mean Court still got away with it, but she decided that seeing me punished for the crime was more important then her father being killed."
McGee did his own opening his mouth and closing it once before finally being able to speak. "I guess that does sort of put a different spin on the relationship."
Back to grinning DiNozzo came back with "That and I figure at least one part of the male population should be giving Lex a challenge."
That got McGee's own grin. "You think you'll be able to challenge Lex? You'll be lucky to even catch up!"
Tony put on a slightly offended expression. "Well it certainly won't be you."
McGee's grin grew. "I've got no intention of challenging her. I'm taking notes and letting her set me up on dates."
Genuinely taken back DiNozzo's surprise was obvious in his voice. "Lex is setting you up on dates?"
A nod. "Yep, she doesn't do committed relationships, but she knows several of her girlfriends are looking for just that and are bi."
Once more Tony came right back. "And you're okay with them having been sexually involved with Lex?"
McGee's grin was even more pleased with himself. "Shouldn't I be?"
DiNozzo found his head bobbing in affirmation. "Okay Probie, I'll give you that." He actually had his own smile for his friend.
Then a new voice was heard as a robust black woman entered the room. "Would you two get your minds out of the gutter? There's important work to be done and unfortunately it looks like it's going to be the two of you doing it!"
Off to the side the singe mother was obviously confused. "They said they were insurance investigators."
The black woman's voice softened. "They had to sweetie. They're much like Sam and Dean are, looking for the horrors out there in the dark and stopping them, but since they didn't know if you knew the history of your house they couldn't come right out and use it as a ice breaker now could they?"
Jenny smiled nodding mostly to herself. "I suppose not."
"All right you two. The names Missouri Mosely, I am psychic, and you don't need to worry because you don't live with the gift as long as I have without knowing some places of peoples minds hold secrets you don't look at unless asked. Just rude otherwise. Now come on!"
McGee was the first to respond. "Yes Ma'am!"
Tony however wasn't far beyond "Yes Ma'am!"