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A/N: Partial spoiler for the end of NCIS Truth and Consequences. I don't know how long this is going to be, and it might not follow NCIS canon. Let me know what you think, and I do take suggestions for future chapters, and story lines.

AN: 6/5/2016: Thanks to my beta Sorentia for editing and fixing all my mistakes.

Chapter 1: The Rescue

The sound of firing guns was the first thing Faith, Willow, and Buffy heard when they materialized in the middle of an empty dark hallway. All three of the women backed up to the dirty stone wall out of reflex and glancing back and forth to see where the shots were coming from.

Faith looked at Willow with wide eyes, her hushed voice reflecting the urgency of their predicament and asked, "Red, where the fuck did you transport us to?"

"Somalia," Willow whispered.

"And what hell are we doing here?" she whisper-yelled.

"One of our slayers was captured by a terrorist cell," Willow replied.

Faith growled at the redhead, "Red, we can't fight people with guns. What the hell were you thinking, bringing us here without telling us what were in for?"

"What did you want me to do? Waste more time by telling you that we're going into a dangerous situation. You do that every night, Faith," Willow spat back.

"Yeah, but they don't involve guns," Faith said; her voice getting a little loud.

"Well, what in the name of the Goddess do you want me to do? We have a job to do, and I didn't even know what we were getting into when I transported us here. All I knew was someone was in trouble," Willow angrily whispered.

"Yeah, and you didn't even tell us who," Faith stated.

"Because I'm not sure, who it is," Willow said a bit apologetically, "All the man said was that a slayer was captured, where she is, and by who.

"And you believed him? What if this is a fuckin' trap, Red?" Faith yelled, her voice rising with her frustration.

Buffy watched quietly as the scene played out before her. She finally decided to stop it before it got out of hand. "Alright, you two, we have a job to do, even if there are guns involved. If it's a trap then we'll deal."

"Yeah, but she coulda' told us all this before we got here," Faith argued.

"I told you already. I didn't know," Willow said.

"God, you two fight like an old married couple," Buffy groaned, rolling her eyes at them.

"We are married Buffy," Willow reminded her best friend.

"Yeah, still can't believe that," Buffy mumbled.

"Why, because I bagged the hot redheaded witch," Faith said with a grin.

"No more like the fact that Willow managed to get you to the alter, and that I wasn't there. You two just came back home from Argentina, and were like; Hey guys the mission was a success, and oh yeah were married." Buffy groused.

It was Willow's turn to roll her eyes. There hadn't been a day that went by were Buffy wasn't griping about not being at the wedding. "Guys, we have to get going," she said quietly.

"Fine, but we're gonna to discuss the when we get home," Faith said.

"Fine. Come on let's go this way," Willow said. The three of them walked down the hall until they came to a T intersection. Buffy peeked around the corner to the left, and then to the right to see if the coast was clear.

"There's no one there," she said to the other two women. Willow peeked to see which way to go next. At the end of the hallway off to the left was a door, while off to the right it led to another hallway. The sound of gunfire was steadily getting louder.

"This way," Willow said pointing to the door.

"Willow, how do you know where to go?" Buffy asked.

"Because I can feel her," Willow replied.

"Oh, right," Buffy said. She was always forgetting that. Truthfully, she tried really hard to forget that little fact. It was a little creepy knowing her best friend could feel her.

The women were an arm's length away from the door when they heard several shots being fired directly behind them. Willow whipped around and quickly placed a force field up in front of them. The bullets hit the shield and disintegrated. Willow whispered a few words in Latin and the man who shot at them dropped to the floor.

Buffy looked in askance at the man who had fired on them, "What did you do to him?"

"I knocked him out," Willow explained, as she dropped the shield.

"That thing is handy," Buffy commented, referring to the shield.

"Not handy enough," rasped Faith. Buffy and Willow looked to their left, to find Faith leaning against the wall. Blood was oozing from her left shoulder.

"Faith," Willow yelled starting to panic. Visions of Tara in her arms with a gunshot wound to her chest flashed in her mind. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Faith grunted. "Bullet passed through and through. I'll be fine. Hurts like a bitch, though."

"How did it get through the shield?" Willow asked aloud as she pulled a cloth out of her pants pocket, and covered the wounds.

"It hit me just as you put your force field up. That thing was pretty wicked." Faith said with a grin.

"I'm sending you back home. They can patch you up there," Willow told her wife.

"No. You need to save your energy for when we're both home," Faith mentioned casually.

"Why's that?" Willow wondered aloud, as she wrapped Faith's shoulder as best as she could.

Faith responded by wiggling her eyebrows.

"Yep, she fine," Buffy said with a chuckle.

"Come on. We got a job to do," Faith said, as she moved to open the door.

"Faith," Willow started; stopping her wife just before she opened the door. "Please let me send you home."

"No. You brought me here to do a job, and I ain't leaving 'til it's done," Faith more or less demanded then opened the door.

"Stubborn woman," Willow grumbled as they entered the room. Four people were inside. One man was tied up on the ground. One was standing. Another man was bound to a chair facing them with a woman similarly bound to a chair facing toward the window.

Barely a second after they entered the room, a bullet flew through the window hitting the man who was standing. He dropped to the ground, dead before he hit the concrete. All three women stood in the doorway in shock. Buffy was the first to recover. Closing the door behind them she then ran forward to the man on the ground.

"Are you alright?" She asked him, helping to remove his bindings.

The man looked at his rescuer and asked, "Yeah I'm fine. Who are you people?"

"Friends. We're here to rescue you… I think… I'm Buffy," She said, as she helped him up.

"Tim. Why are you here to rescue us?" McGee asked.

"Not you. Her," Faith said; picking the knife up, she walked over to the woman in the chair. "Ziva?" she asked, surprise evident in her voice her.

"Faith? What are you doing here?" Ziva asked as Faith cut the zip ties that held the Israeli's arms together. She then handed the knife to McGee, so he could cut Tony's.

"Rescuing you," Willow answered for Faith, shaking off her own shock from finding not one but three captives.

"Willow?" Ziva asked incredulously.

"Yep. Bet you're glad to see us," Willow chirped, forcing a smile that quickly fell as the door burst open behind them.

"Look out," Tony yelled, as a man with a gun came in. He dropped to the ground suddenly, as two bullets flew through the window.

"Damn it. That's the guy I knocked out," Willow said.

McGee cut the last tie holding Tony into the chair. Once Tony was free, McGee turned around and picked up their captors fallen gun. Both men then moved towards Ziva.

"Come on," Tony said, as they helped Ziva out of her chair. "Alright, here we go," The three of them rushed out of the room, with Buffy, Willow, and Faith following quickly behind them. They went straight, to the end of the hallway. Their movement was halted when a man came around the corner. A few seconds later, the man was shot by an unknown shooter. He dropped to the ground with a soft thud. They continued their journey, moving around the corner with caution. At the end of the next hallway stood a man in a ghillie suit, holding a camouflaged sniper rifle.

"Let's go home," He ordered the others before noticing the Slayers and the Witch.

"Who's he?" Buffy questioned.

"Our boss, Gibbs" Tony informed her.

"Who are they," Gibbs demanded to know.

"My friends," Ziva said weakly meeting Gibbs eyes for a moment.

"Alright, come on. All of you. You can explain who they are when we're safe" Gibbs said. The group started to follow him out but stopped when they heard the sound of a body dropping to the ground. They turned to see Faith slumped on the ground, with Willow frantically calling her name.