From Barbosa to Wendy Darling - August 14th
Twisted Shorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge - Day 14
Title: From Barbosa to Wendy Darling
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/ Criminal Minds
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Criminal Minds people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Dawn is called in to help by the IC’s Interpol liaison.
Notes: Dawn of the IC Part 6 - Links Page
Seasons: Post-series/S12 Between episodes 1 & 3
Word Count: 1590
Dawn frowned at her phone. “Hello?”
“Dawn?”
“M?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“How the hell are you?” Dawn glanced at the phone again. “I didn’t recognize your number.”
“I’m back in D.C., I’m actually at my old job. But I need your help. The kind of help only your people can do.”
“Anything for you, you know that.”
“I need someone to go into your version of witness protection.”
“Good guy or bad?”
“Good. The best, actually.”
“Does he know about the supernatural?”
“No. But to protect his son from the bastard that’s stalking him…he’ll do anything.”
“You know us, M, we traffic in anything.” She grabbed a pen and pad and started jotting things down. “Killing him off isn’t an answer?”
“No.”
“How likely is he to want to go back to his old life?”
“I don’t know. Right now…he and his son just need to be protected and completely underground.”
“I can meet you now,” Dawn said. “We can talk specifics face to face.”
“That’s for the best. Ten minutes, your preferred coffee spot.”
“See you in a minute.” Dawn hung up the phone and grabbed her bag from the floor and stood.
“What’s up Dawnie?” Willow asked as she walked in with a seven year old boy.
“M needs an immediate protection and placement.”
“For who?”
“We don’t do details over the phone,” Dawn reminded Willow. The techno-pagan had no issues with obstructing signals and bugs and interceptive listening devices. The rest of them lived cautiously. “Father and son from what she did say. No knowledge of the supernatural.”
“Well, I’ll start putting out feelers for placement.”
“I’m meeting M, now. I’ll have details when I get back.”
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Dawn spotted her friend and most recent Interpol liaison almost immediately.
“M!” she greeted and sat at the small table in the moderately busy coffee shop.
“Dawn!” They shared a brief hug and sat. “How did you guys start calling me “M”?”
“Blame Andrew. He was on a Bond kick and your position in the London office combined with your first name Emily…”
“So I’m Judy Dench.” She scoffed.
Dawn smiled “As happy as I am to see you. I get the feeling we need to get a move on.”
The smile fell from Emily Prentiss’s face. “Unfortunately, you’re right. WitSec wants them, but it’s no guarantee this psychopath won’t find them.”
“Do you have the information?”
Emily placed a folder on the table.
Dawn opened it. She saw a picture and slammed it shut. “We’ll do anything we can for him and his son.”
Emily’s eyes widened. “That was quick.”
Dawn grinned. “Trust me, this is going to make my year.” She stood and opened the file again, memorizing the address. “Come on. We’ll gather them now.”
Emily stood. “Okay.”
“We’re traveling my way,” Dawn explained. They headed for the back of the café. Dawn paused at a door and pressed her crystal to it before opening it. She and Emily stepped through, except they were still inside, just nearly forty miles from where they had started.
“The apartment is right there,” Emily pointed down the hall.
“I figured appearing in his living room would get one or both of us shot…”
“Probably, right.” Emily approached the door and knocked.
It was two minutes before the door opened. They were waved in, a gun visible. The door slammed behind them.
“What are you doing here?” SSA Aaron Hotchner demanded of Dawn.
“You two know each other?” Emily said.
“Yep,” Dawn replied. “That’s why I didn’t need to read his file. While he doesn’t trust me or the IC with paperwork, he’ll admit we get things done.”
“What are you talking about?” Hotchner asked.
“The IC is going to hide you. They are far more extensive than WitSec and they have resources…”
“I feel like Captain Barbosa,” Dawn muttered. “I don’t know what your belief system is but I’m about to turn it on its head and stomp the daylights out of it.” She looked around. “Where is Jack?”
“In his room.”
“Good, he shouldn’t see this yet.” Dawn walked to closest door and peaked in. It was a small bathroom. She closed the door. “So we all agree that there is a bathroom behind this door?”
They nodded.
“Emily, give me a destination.”
“The primary IC house. The main school hallway.”
Dawn pressed the tip of the pendent against the door and focused on Emily’s instructions. She grabbed the door handle and opened it. The first thing to hit them was the noise. There were scads of sounds, like any school hallway.
“What is this?”
Dawn held the door open completely, keeping the portal open. “Magic.”
He glared at her.
“No, Hotch, she’s right,” Emily told him. “Dawn and her people - the IC - they handle things that the rest of the world can’t.”
Hotchner frowned, his serious face stiff and unrelenting.
“What the hell is this?” a voice snapped. “Who is leaving portals open?”
“Faith,” Dawn said. “I’m holding a portal open.”
“Well, you don’t do that without saying something first.”
“Rules? From you, really?”
“Just close the thing.”
Dawn rolled her eyes and closed the door, severing the portal. They stood in silence.
“I know this is a lot to take in,” Dawn said. “But we need to get moving if you want to disappear into our network.”
Hotchner stared at them both. “Your network.”
“Accept that magic is real and we can brief you later.”
“This is your best option, Hotch,” Emily told him. “You can travel anywhere in the world and you’ll meet new people and be with Jack.”
“And we can release you from our network at any time, with only a few days’ notice.”
“What about money? Housing?”
“We can clean everything through the FBI if you want. But you’ll want for nothing. Housing for the first six weeks is non-negotiable. You’ll be in one of our nine headquarters while we brief you and Jack, and figure out where you’ll fit in. From there it is a matter of where you feel safest and where we have room or wards strong enough.”
She looked at him. “So what’s your choice?”
“What can we take?”
“Anything you can fit into a dozen suitcases,” Dawn answered. She pulled out her cell phone and texted a short message without looking. “We’ll clear out your place and make sure it looks like you went into WitSec, that’ll get them off on the wrong trail.”
“Jack?” Hotchner called, knocking on the far door.
“Thank you,” Emily whispered to Dawn. “For doing this, we can’t thank you enough.”
“For someone who does what he does….what he’s already been through…” She shook her head. “Trust me, it’s the least we can do.”
“Where do you want to send him?”
“Out of the country, at least,” Dawn replied. “I’m thinking primary headquarters. They’ll be well hidden and it’ll give Jack people his own age to play with…And with how new this is to Hotchner, it’s some of our best resources.”
“Not Andrew, I hope…”
“No, no, no. Andrew is somewhere in Asia.” She replied. “But other Watchers and Slayers. And some of our older Slayers, ones who have real lives outside of the IC.” She took out her phone. “I also need everything you have on whoever is after them sent to the HQ e-mail you have.”
Emily nodded and took out her phone.
During the quick planning they did, Jack and Hotchner managed to bag everything they needed.
“Okay,” Dawn looked them over. “Good, good. Cell phones, keys, wallets, badge, registered weapons, and any electronics you want or need to go with you need to be put on the table.”
It took a few minutes. But once the table was full, Dawn looked through it all. She handed Jack back his games but kept the consoles.
“It’ll take me a few days to clean these, but I’ll get them back to you soon. In the meantime, there are entire game rooms with all the consoles you could imagine. Okay?”
Jack nodded.
“From Barbosa to Wendy Darling.” She smiled at him. “Hi, Jack, I’m Dawn. Do you believe in magic?”
Jack thought about it seriously in the way eleven year olds did, then nodded.
“Good. It’s easier if you believe, but your dad is going to need a lot of help.”
“Why?” Jack asked.
“Because as we grow up, we forget how to believe in magic. And your dad has been doing his job for a long time and it has made it so he almost can’t believe. So I need you to believe enough for both of you. Okay?”
“Yes.” He eyed her suspiciously as Dawn stood and approached the door. “How do you still believe in magic?”
“Because I am magic.” She touched her pendent to the door. It opened into a small library. A room they often used for receiving.
Faith, Giles, and three others were waiting for them.
“Emily,” Hotchner said, hugging his friend. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet, it’s crazy on her side of things.” She smiled through tears. “Be careful.”
“You too. When you can…tell the team I’m sorry.”
Dawn held the door open and waited for Hotchner and Jack to step through, then gave Emily a smile and closed the door, leaving Emily in Hotchner’s apartment and putting Jack, his father, and Dawn in the London International Council Headquarters.
“Rupert Giles, may I introduce FBI SSA Aaron Hotchner and his son, Jack.”
“Just call me Aaron, please.” He looked at Dawn. “Thank you.”
Thank you for reading, reviews are appreciated. Okay, confession, my muse started all of this between Dawn and Spencer just to write a better/more graceful out for Aaron and Jack.
Title: From Barbosa to Wendy Darling
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/ Criminal Minds
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Criminal Minds people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Dawn is called in to help by the IC’s Interpol liaison.
Notes: Dawn of the IC Part 6 - Links Page
Seasons: Post-series/S12 Between episodes 1 & 3
Word Count: 1590
Dawn frowned at her phone. “Hello?”
“Dawn?”
“M?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“How the hell are you?” Dawn glanced at the phone again. “I didn’t recognize your number.”
“I’m back in D.C., I’m actually at my old job. But I need your help. The kind of help only your people can do.”
“Anything for you, you know that.”
“I need someone to go into your version of witness protection.”
“Good guy or bad?”
“Good. The best, actually.”
“Does he know about the supernatural?”
“No. But to protect his son from the bastard that’s stalking him…he’ll do anything.”
“You know us, M, we traffic in anything.” She grabbed a pen and pad and started jotting things down. “Killing him off isn’t an answer?”
“No.”
“How likely is he to want to go back to his old life?”
“I don’t know. Right now…he and his son just need to be protected and completely underground.”
“I can meet you now,” Dawn said. “We can talk specifics face to face.”
“That’s for the best. Ten minutes, your preferred coffee spot.”
“See you in a minute.” Dawn hung up the phone and grabbed her bag from the floor and stood.
“What’s up Dawnie?” Willow asked as she walked in with a seven year old boy.
“M needs an immediate protection and placement.”
“For who?”
“We don’t do details over the phone,” Dawn reminded Willow. The techno-pagan had no issues with obstructing signals and bugs and interceptive listening devices. The rest of them lived cautiously. “Father and son from what she did say. No knowledge of the supernatural.”
“Well, I’ll start putting out feelers for placement.”
“I’m meeting M, now. I’ll have details when I get back.”
88888888
Dawn spotted her friend and most recent Interpol liaison almost immediately.
“M!” she greeted and sat at the small table in the moderately busy coffee shop.
“Dawn!” They shared a brief hug and sat. “How did you guys start calling me “M”?”
“Blame Andrew. He was on a Bond kick and your position in the London office combined with your first name Emily…”
“So I’m Judy Dench.” She scoffed.
Dawn smiled “As happy as I am to see you. I get the feeling we need to get a move on.”
The smile fell from Emily Prentiss’s face. “Unfortunately, you’re right. WitSec wants them, but it’s no guarantee this psychopath won’t find them.”
“Do you have the information?”
Emily placed a folder on the table.
Dawn opened it. She saw a picture and slammed it shut. “We’ll do anything we can for him and his son.”
Emily’s eyes widened. “That was quick.”
Dawn grinned. “Trust me, this is going to make my year.” She stood and opened the file again, memorizing the address. “Come on. We’ll gather them now.”
Emily stood. “Okay.”
“We’re traveling my way,” Dawn explained. They headed for the back of the café. Dawn paused at a door and pressed her crystal to it before opening it. She and Emily stepped through, except they were still inside, just nearly forty miles from where they had started.
“The apartment is right there,” Emily pointed down the hall.
“I figured appearing in his living room would get one or both of us shot…”
“Probably, right.” Emily approached the door and knocked.
It was two minutes before the door opened. They were waved in, a gun visible. The door slammed behind them.
“What are you doing here?” SSA Aaron Hotchner demanded of Dawn.
“You two know each other?” Emily said.
“Yep,” Dawn replied. “That’s why I didn’t need to read his file. While he doesn’t trust me or the IC with paperwork, he’ll admit we get things done.”
“What are you talking about?” Hotchner asked.
“The IC is going to hide you. They are far more extensive than WitSec and they have resources…”
“I feel like Captain Barbosa,” Dawn muttered. “I don’t know what your belief system is but I’m about to turn it on its head and stomp the daylights out of it.” She looked around. “Where is Jack?”
“In his room.”
“Good, he shouldn’t see this yet.” Dawn walked to closest door and peaked in. It was a small bathroom. She closed the door. “So we all agree that there is a bathroom behind this door?”
They nodded.
“Emily, give me a destination.”
“The primary IC house. The main school hallway.”
Dawn pressed the tip of the pendent against the door and focused on Emily’s instructions. She grabbed the door handle and opened it. The first thing to hit them was the noise. There were scads of sounds, like any school hallway.
“What is this?”
Dawn held the door open completely, keeping the portal open. “Magic.”
He glared at her.
“No, Hotch, she’s right,” Emily told him. “Dawn and her people - the IC - they handle things that the rest of the world can’t.”
Hotchner frowned, his serious face stiff and unrelenting.
“What the hell is this?” a voice snapped. “Who is leaving portals open?”
“Faith,” Dawn said. “I’m holding a portal open.”
“Well, you don’t do that without saying something first.”
“Rules? From you, really?”
“Just close the thing.”
Dawn rolled her eyes and closed the door, severing the portal. They stood in silence.
“I know this is a lot to take in,” Dawn said. “But we need to get moving if you want to disappear into our network.”
Hotchner stared at them both. “Your network.”
“Accept that magic is real and we can brief you later.”
“This is your best option, Hotch,” Emily told him. “You can travel anywhere in the world and you’ll meet new people and be with Jack.”
“And we can release you from our network at any time, with only a few days’ notice.”
“What about money? Housing?”
“We can clean everything through the FBI if you want. But you’ll want for nothing. Housing for the first six weeks is non-negotiable. You’ll be in one of our nine headquarters while we brief you and Jack, and figure out where you’ll fit in. From there it is a matter of where you feel safest and where we have room or wards strong enough.”
She looked at him. “So what’s your choice?”
“What can we take?”
“Anything you can fit into a dozen suitcases,” Dawn answered. She pulled out her cell phone and texted a short message without looking. “We’ll clear out your place and make sure it looks like you went into WitSec, that’ll get them off on the wrong trail.”
“Jack?” Hotchner called, knocking on the far door.
“Thank you,” Emily whispered to Dawn. “For doing this, we can’t thank you enough.”
“For someone who does what he does….what he’s already been through…” She shook her head. “Trust me, it’s the least we can do.”
“Where do you want to send him?”
“Out of the country, at least,” Dawn replied. “I’m thinking primary headquarters. They’ll be well hidden and it’ll give Jack people his own age to play with…And with how new this is to Hotchner, it’s some of our best resources.”
“Not Andrew, I hope…”
“No, no, no. Andrew is somewhere in Asia.” She replied. “But other Watchers and Slayers. And some of our older Slayers, ones who have real lives outside of the IC.” She took out her phone. “I also need everything you have on whoever is after them sent to the HQ e-mail you have.”
Emily nodded and took out her phone.
During the quick planning they did, Jack and Hotchner managed to bag everything they needed.
“Okay,” Dawn looked them over. “Good, good. Cell phones, keys, wallets, badge, registered weapons, and any electronics you want or need to go with you need to be put on the table.”
It took a few minutes. But once the table was full, Dawn looked through it all. She handed Jack back his games but kept the consoles.
“It’ll take me a few days to clean these, but I’ll get them back to you soon. In the meantime, there are entire game rooms with all the consoles you could imagine. Okay?”
Jack nodded.
“From Barbosa to Wendy Darling.” She smiled at him. “Hi, Jack, I’m Dawn. Do you believe in magic?”
Jack thought about it seriously in the way eleven year olds did, then nodded.
“Good. It’s easier if you believe, but your dad is going to need a lot of help.”
“Why?” Jack asked.
“Because as we grow up, we forget how to believe in magic. And your dad has been doing his job for a long time and it has made it so he almost can’t believe. So I need you to believe enough for both of you. Okay?”
“Yes.” He eyed her suspiciously as Dawn stood and approached the door. “How do you still believe in magic?”
“Because I am magic.” She touched her pendent to the door. It opened into a small library. A room they often used for receiving.
Faith, Giles, and three others were waiting for them.
“Emily,” Hotchner said, hugging his friend. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet, it’s crazy on her side of things.” She smiled through tears. “Be careful.”
“You too. When you can…tell the team I’m sorry.”
Dawn held the door open and waited for Hotchner and Jack to step through, then gave Emily a smile and closed the door, leaving Emily in Hotchner’s apartment and putting Jack, his father, and Dawn in the London International Council Headquarters.
“Rupert Giles, may I introduce FBI SSA Aaron Hotchner and his son, Jack.”
“Just call me Aaron, please.” He looked at Dawn. “Thank you.”
Thank you for reading, reviews are appreciated. Okay, confession, my muse started all of this between Dawn and Spencer just to write a better/more graceful out for Aaron and Jack.