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
"What did you want with the girl?" Don asked, for what felt like the tenth time.
"I already told you," the man sitting at the table said, his voice distorted from Buffy breaking his nose, "I don't know what they wanted with her."
"And who are 'they'?" Colby asked. He turned around the chair on the other side of the table and straddled it.
"I. Don't. Know." The kidnapper enunciated. "I just do what I'm told. I don't ask for details and I don't care. It's none of my business who they are or what they want the girls for."
"Girls?" Don questioned. "So you admit that you were involved in the other kidnappings?"
"I want my lawyer," the kidnapper stonily said.
"How's it going in there?" Lindsey asked, joining Buffy, Willow and Charlie in the observation room.
"Jerk's not talking," Buffy said. "I tried to get them to let me do the questioning, but they have some rule against using physical violence to get people to talk."
"Buffy, you know that a coerced confession isn't admissible in court," Lindsey pointed out.
"I know. But I also want answers. We're so close to finding out where the girls are. You know how much I hate waiting."
"Looks like you're going to be waiting a little longer," Don said, entering the room. "He's asking for his lawyer."
"You want me to go in there and pretend to be from legal aid?" Lindsey offered.
"Nah, he's already got one coming from Wolfram & Hart. They're on their way," Don said.
Lindsey, Buffy and Willow all stiffened at the law firm's name.
"You know them?" Charlie asked, picking up on the sudden tension in the room.
"You could say that," Lindsey said. "I used to work for them, a long time ago. Bet you anything that these guys work for them."
"Of course," Willow groaned. "I don't know why we didn't think of it before. It makes perfect sense for Wolfram & Hart to want to kidnap the sl-- girls."
"Why's that?" Don asked, suspicious of this new information. "What would a bunch of lawyers want with a group of teenagers?"
Willow glanced at Charlie, knowing he would understand why they were lying to his brother. "Let's just say that we've had problems with them before. They are probably interested in using the abilities our girls possess, and not in a nice way."
"You still haven't told me what is so special about these girls," Don pointed out.
"Can you trust me that it doesn't really matter?" Charlie requested. "If Willow is right, then we know where the girls are. Or at least the people who know where they are."
"I don't like this. I don't like questioning these suspects blind," Don fumed.
Just then, David knocked on the door. "Sorry to interrupt, but there's a Gail Pendleton here to see the kidnappers. She says she represents all of them."
"Thanks, David. I'll be right out," Don said. Turning back to the others he said, "When this is over you are going to tell me everything." Then he left without giving them a chance to respond.
Charlie took Willow's hand and gave it a squeeze of reassurance. "You're probably going to have to tell him. Stubbornness is kind of a family trait."
"Yeah, I figured. We'll find a way to tell him as much as he needs to know," Willow assured him. She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before they refocused their attention on the interrogation room.
"My client has already told you that he isn't able to tell you who his employer is," Gail was saying when Don entered the room.
"Can you at least tell us where you took the girls?" Megan asked.
"Sure," the guy smirked. "Took 'em to a safe house in Glendale. But I doubt that they're still there. My employers aren't that dumb."
"I thought that you didn't know who your employers were," Don pointed out.
"I, uh," the guy dared a glance at his lawyer, but Gail's face was a mask. "Well, I don't know who they are by name, but I'm guessing that if they're smart enough not to do the dirty work themselves, they wouldn't leave the girls at the drop spot."
"Forgive us if we don't take your word for it," Don said, dropping a notepad and pen in front of the kidnapper. "I want the address of anywhere you delivered a kidnapped girl."
With a nod from Gail, he began writing.
"The kids aren't there," Lindsey said. "No way Ms. Pendleton would have let him give out that information if they were."
"But we can at least go check it out," Colby said from behind them. "If we can verify that the girls were there, it'll give us something to go on."
"I can also use that information to try to predict the most likely place that the girls are being kept," Charlie offered.
"Wolfram & Hart prides itself on being unpredictable," Lindsey warned him.
"Nothing is truly random," Charlie said with a grin.
Continued... Chapter 12