FIC: Cookie Goodness & Nothing to See Here, Officer - Willow/NCIS - (TtH100)
I done wrote more!!! (I also don't expect this productivity to last, despite my best efforts.)
More snippets in my ongoing tth100 efforts.
Prompt table -> HERE
Title: Cookie Goodness
Author: Lyl
Rating: PG (for a bad word or two - this is Gibbs, after all)
Words: 381
Prompt: 072 - Fresh
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or NCIS, I just play with them occasionally
Summary: Now they kept returning empty tins, expecting small talk and coffee in exchange for free baked goods.
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Gibbs opened the door, walked into his house, took a deep breath....and stifled a curse.
The house smelled of baking. Again.
“Willow?” he called out unnecessarily. He knew where his niece was.
“In the kitchen.” she called out from the back of the house.
The same place she'd been for the last two weeks.
It still surprised Gibbs that it had only taken her a little over a week to get bored. He'd been expecting at least three weeks before she started growing desperate for something else to do. But, no. For the last two weeks, he'd come home every day to find her baking something in the kitchen.
While he was glad she'd finally expanded her repertoire of baked goods to more than three kinds of cookies, cupcakes, squares and brownies were not his desserts of choice.
Not anymore, anyways.
After the first few days, the overflow had been too much for his cupboards, fridges and freezers, and there was only so much the two of them could eat themselves, or pawn off on the neighbours it had taken him years to train into a 'nodding' acquaintanceship.
Now they kept returning empty tins, expecting small talk and coffee in exchange for free baked goods.
It was after the third time Mrs Granger from two houses down had 'accidentally' left some underwear behind, that Gibbs had allowed himself to be convinced to bring the overflow to work.
That had resulted in an even bigger mess.
His even more carefully cultivated reputation as a first class bastard was being systematically torn to shreds under the landslide of 'Oh, cookies!' and the frankly disturbing noises being emitted by hoards of ravenous NCIS agents and staff.
It had to stop.
Luckily, he'd heard of a student internship opening up in the IT section. A few well placed threats and bribes - the damn brownies were finally good for something - and he had a promise to hold off on advertising the position until the end of the week.
Now he just had to get Willow to agree to it.
With a sigh, he made his way into his previously pristine kitchen, and froze.
For the first time in his life, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was speechless.
Because dishes should not be washing themselves!
END
Title: Nothing to See Here, Officer
Author: Lyl
Rating: G
Prompt: 027 - Fear
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or NCIS, I just play with them occasionally
Words: 300
Summary: How was she going to explain this without sounding crazy.
~~~~~~~~~
Willow stared in horror at her uncle, who was staring with horror at the dishes in the sink that were doing their best to clean themselves.
Clean. Themselves.
She was so stupid. How could she be so careless!
She'd meant to have everything cleaned up and put away by the time he got home, but she'd gotten so caught up that she hadn't even thought twice about using the dish washing spell. She'd used it a hundred times before in Sunnydale, and never had a problem.
But that had been her biggest mistake - forgetting that this wasn't Sunnydale. And her Uncle Jethro had no idea about witches and magic.
Well, before right this minute, anyways.
How was she going to explain this without sounding crazy. And how could he accept it all, without thinking both of them crazy.
He was an ex-Marine. An NCIS agent who worked on fact and evidence and science. If you couldn't prove it, he didn't believe in it.
“Willow?” he called out in a wary voice, his eyes never leaving the sink full of self-propelling pots and pans.
A quick flick of her wrist, and the spell dissipated, causing the dishes to crash into the sink, sending soapy water over the edge, onto the floor.
“Yes, Uncle Jethro?” she replied, in her calmest, most innocent voice.
That's right. Nothing to see here. Those dishes weren't just washing themselves - no, sirree!
“What in the hell is going on.” he asked her, in an equally calm voice.
“Whatever do you mean, Uncle Jethro?” Willow answered back, still holding on to the slim hope that she could imagine this away.
His narrow-eyed gaze landed straight onto her, and she knew the jig was up.
She was in sooo much trouble.
END
More snippets in my ongoing tth100 efforts.
Prompt table -> HERE
Title: Cookie Goodness
Author: Lyl
Rating: PG (for a bad word or two - this is Gibbs, after all)
Words: 381
Prompt: 072 - Fresh
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or NCIS, I just play with them occasionally
Summary: Now they kept returning empty tins, expecting small talk and coffee in exchange for free baked goods.
~~~~~~~~~~
Gibbs opened the door, walked into his house, took a deep breath....and stifled a curse.
The house smelled of baking. Again.
“Willow?” he called out unnecessarily. He knew where his niece was.
“In the kitchen.” she called out from the back of the house.
The same place she'd been for the last two weeks.
It still surprised Gibbs that it had only taken her a little over a week to get bored. He'd been expecting at least three weeks before she started growing desperate for something else to do. But, no. For the last two weeks, he'd come home every day to find her baking something in the kitchen.
While he was glad she'd finally expanded her repertoire of baked goods to more than three kinds of cookies, cupcakes, squares and brownies were not his desserts of choice.
Not anymore, anyways.
After the first few days, the overflow had been too much for his cupboards, fridges and freezers, and there was only so much the two of them could eat themselves, or pawn off on the neighbours it had taken him years to train into a 'nodding' acquaintanceship.
Now they kept returning empty tins, expecting small talk and coffee in exchange for free baked goods.
It was after the third time Mrs Granger from two houses down had 'accidentally' left some underwear behind, that Gibbs had allowed himself to be convinced to bring the overflow to work.
That had resulted in an even bigger mess.
His even more carefully cultivated reputation as a first class bastard was being systematically torn to shreds under the landslide of 'Oh, cookies!' and the frankly disturbing noises being emitted by hoards of ravenous NCIS agents and staff.
It had to stop.
Luckily, he'd heard of a student internship opening up in the IT section. A few well placed threats and bribes - the damn brownies were finally good for something - and he had a promise to hold off on advertising the position until the end of the week.
Now he just had to get Willow to agree to it.
With a sigh, he made his way into his previously pristine kitchen, and froze.
For the first time in his life, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was speechless.
Because dishes should not be washing themselves!
END
Title: Nothing to See Here, Officer
Author: Lyl
Rating: G
Prompt: 027 - Fear
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or NCIS, I just play with them occasionally
Words: 300
Summary: How was she going to explain this without sounding crazy.
~~~~~~~~~
Willow stared in horror at her uncle, who was staring with horror at the dishes in the sink that were doing their best to clean themselves.
Clean. Themselves.
She was so stupid. How could she be so careless!
She'd meant to have everything cleaned up and put away by the time he got home, but she'd gotten so caught up that she hadn't even thought twice about using the dish washing spell. She'd used it a hundred times before in Sunnydale, and never had a problem.
But that had been her biggest mistake - forgetting that this wasn't Sunnydale. And her Uncle Jethro had no idea about witches and magic.
Well, before right this minute, anyways.
How was she going to explain this without sounding crazy. And how could he accept it all, without thinking both of them crazy.
He was an ex-Marine. An NCIS agent who worked on fact and evidence and science. If you couldn't prove it, he didn't believe in it.
“Willow?” he called out in a wary voice, his eyes never leaving the sink full of self-propelling pots and pans.
A quick flick of her wrist, and the spell dissipated, causing the dishes to crash into the sink, sending soapy water over the edge, onto the floor.
“Yes, Uncle Jethro?” she replied, in her calmest, most innocent voice.
That's right. Nothing to see here. Those dishes weren't just washing themselves - no, sirree!
“What in the hell is going on.” he asked her, in an equally calm voice.
“Whatever do you mean, Uncle Jethro?” Willow answered back, still holding on to the slim hope that she could imagine this away.
His narrow-eyed gaze landed straight onto her, and she knew the jig was up.
She was in sooo much trouble.
END