Pairing: Willow Rosenberg/Charlie Eppes
Summary: The FBI is called in when teenaged girls go missing, who just happen to be new slayers.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al. and Scott Free.
Distribution: slayerversathon, my LJ, my site, TtH, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Author's Note 1: Thanks to angelskuuipo, emeraldswan and kallie_kat for all of your help and handholding.
Author's Note - BtVS: Okay, so in order to make this story work, I had to play around with storylines a bit since this takes place Post-Chosen, in LA. Basically, Angel didn't take over Wolfram & Hart, he killed Connor and Cordelia died in her coma. The rest comes out in the story.
Author's Note - Numb3rs: Takes place mid-season 2, after 'Mind Games' but before 'All's Fair'.
Start with Chapter 1
"So, you and Charlie, huh?" Colby asked as he and Willow sat at the dining room table of the sting house.
"Uh, yeah," Willow said, blushing, as she always seemed to do when someone mentioned her and Charlie.
"Gotta say, I'm impressed. I've never seen him move so fast with a girl."
"Really?" Willow asked, oddly pleased that this wasn't a usual thing for him.
"Really," he confirmed. "Are you going to tell me what's really so special about the school?"
"No. I know that I'm not carrying a bug, and I doubt that the people who are following me would be able to hear what we're saying. Just look like you're looking over the information and agreeing to send your daughter to the school."
"Is this how you always recruit students?" Colby laughed.
"No, usually I actually tell them about our program," Willow said. "But that's because it's where their daughters should be. Your 'daughter' wouldn't exactly fit in, but they don't need to know that."
Colby stood, gathering the materials spread out on the table and set them in a neat pile. Then he escorted Willow to the door.
He clearly said, "Thank you Ms. Rosenberg. I'll look over the materials with my daughter and let you know if she's interested later this week."
Willow shook his hand. "I look forward to hearing from you."
She crossed to her car and slid into the driver's seat.
"How'd it go?" Charlie asked, looking up from the papers he was grading. He leaned over to give her a kiss.
"Don't know yet. That was the easy part. Now we have to see if they take the bait," Willow said, pulling out of the driveway. She studiously ignored the van sitting a short distance up the street as she drove past.
"Now the fun part begins," Don said, inside the van.
Around midnight, Don noticed movement across the street. He checked the monitors and was able to make out three people dressed all in black silently approaching the house.
"Hey guys, we've got movement," he said into the comm.
"Copy that," Colby quietly said, keeping his eyes on the television in front of him. He was glad that his part of this assignment at least let him watch the game tonight. It was difficult though, resisting the urge to get up and patrol the house. He knew that 'his daughter' was protected in her room, but he still felt a little left out of the action.
A minute later Colby heard a thud coming from upstairs followed by a loud, "Dad!"
He was up like a shot, running towards the commotion. He turned on the light as he entered the bedroom, stepping over the body still convulsing with shocks from the taser. Gun raised, he stated, "FBI. Step away from the girl."
The black-clothed figure pushed the girl into Colby's arms as he dived out the window.
"You okay, Dawn?" he asked the girl, quickly.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but he's getting away."
"Don'll get him. My job is to keep you safe. Nice work with the taser," he said.
"Thanks, it's kinda my thing," she said, with a smile.
"C'mon, let's get this guy down to the van for questioning," Colby said, pulling out his handcuffs.
While he knelt to cuff the unconscious man, he missed the figure come up behind Dawn, close one hand over her mouth and the other around her waist, and pull her from the room. She tried to call out, but the sound was muffled by the thick black-gloved hand.
Colby turned back around, saying, "All set," when he saw that Dawn wasn't there. Cautiously he stood, raising his gun again, and stepped out into the hallway. "Dawn," he called out. He was answered by silence. "Dawn, honey, this isn't funny." He heard the front door open and close and ran for the stairs.
By the time he got outside, Dawn was standing on the front stoop and her kidnapper was lying on the ground with a broken nose.
Buffy was standing next to him and Colby heard her say, "Nobody gets away with attacking my sister."
Don and David came up from around the side of the house, dragging the man who had jumped out the window with them.
Buffy knelt next to the man with the bloody nose. "Who do you work for?" she demanded, hitting him again.
"Buffy, let us handle the questioning," Don said.
"I need to know," she insisted. "These men are kidnapping girls, my potential students, I want to know why."
"We all want to know why," Don agreed. "But in order for it to be legal, I need to take them in to headquarters."
"Alright, fine. But I want to be there," Buffy reluctantly agreed.
"Of course," Don said.
Continued... Chapter 11