Title: Away With Memories

Author: cmm14513

Rating: Rated R for now might change later.

Summary: The powers that be mess with Kelly, Shannon, and Gibbs' lives.

Disclaimer: The Buffy verse belongs to the awesome Joss Whedon, and NCIS belongs to CBS.

Author's Notes: Thanks to my betas for me helping me out with this story. Hopefully this will be the story that gets done.

Chapter One

Washington, D.C.

Willow walked around the Washington streets trying to get a feel for the city, hoping there weren't a lot of vampires in town. She had just moved to the D.C. area after finally getting a break from the supernatural world.

It had been three years since Sunnydale turned into a crater and they defeated the First. She had been working nonstop with Buffy and the gang trying to remake the Watchers' Council and founded a Slayer's Academy called the Jenny Calendar School. There were currently over a thousand slayers and not nearly enough watchers to cover everyone. Buffy and Giles were still in England, while Faith and Xander were based in Cleveland.

When things finally started to settle down, Willow discovered that she and Kennedy had irreconcilable differences. After so many years helping Buffy with the slaying, she just wanted to take a break from it all for awhile. Her dream was to have a family of some sorts, but Kennedy wasn't ready to settle down. Willow explained to the gang what she wanted to do and was surprised by the acceptance of her desire for a normal life. She told them if she was ever needed, all they had to do was call. She'd expected more resistance from them.

Willow was just shaking herself from her reverie when she spotted a Starbucks. She smiled; she hadn't had a latte in so long. The store was almost empty, probably because it was so close to midnight.

She had almost reached the register when someone bumped into her. She would've fallen flat on her back if he hadn't caught her by the arms.

"Oh jeez, I'm sorry." She looked up to see a tall man with brown hair who was trying to steady her fall. He looked cute and sophisticated; you could tell he was from money. Not that Willow looked for that in a relationship, and not that she was looking for a relationship; right now at least, plus he was a guy. She wanted to get settled into D.C. before she even started looking for a relationship. Then she shook her head – definitely overthinking the relationship thing. Thankfully, the guy didn't spill any coffee on either of them.

She smiled. "Nice reflexes," she said as he set her upright and she steadied herself.

"It comes with the job," he said, his mouth forming a little smirk.

She wondered what kind of job he had. He seemed like a charmer. She was going to ask the question when his beeper sounded.

"Duty calls!" he said, facing her as he started walking backwards toward the door. "Wish I had the chance to get your number." He raised his coffee in farewell.

Willow grinned at him as he disappeared through the Starbucks door, wishing she'd gotten at least his name. She turned back to the line and ordered her coffee.

A Back Alley

Tony sighed and looked around the alley he was in. Gibbs wanted him to look for the bullet while the others were working on the case back at the squad room. They been on the same case for a few days and they needed the bullet.

He took a sip of his coffee before focusing his flashlight, his mind immediately turning back to the redhead at Starbucks. She was adorable; he cursed Gibbs for interrupting their conversation with the order to "quit flirting and find the damned bullet already, DiNozzo." He didn't even have a chance to ask her for her number.

He sighed as he began to poke around the alley, shining the flashlight. He walked over to the garbage bin and pushed it away from the brick wall, bending down. That was when he heard a sound like someone kicking a can. He set his coffee on the ground and turned around, pulling out his gun. He walked a little further into the alley, mentally giving himself a headslap when he saw a cat darting past him.

He was headed back for his abandoned coffee when a glint of silver drew his gaze, and he pulled out a pair of evidence gloves. He'd nearly grabbed the bullet when he was attacked from behind. His assailant spun him around and he barely had a chance to take in the guy's deformed face and sharp teeth before he was being slammed against the hard brick, his gun clattering to the ground. The guy was definitely strong for his height.

Tony struggled to get free of the man's grip, wishing he had paid more attention to Ziva's Krav Maga lessons. The man had just started lunging when he suddenly turned to dust. He looked up to see the same woman from Starbucks leaning over, a worried expression on her face and what looked like a wooden tent peg in her hand.

"Are you ok?" she asked him, a worried expression on her face.

She offered her hand to help him up and he excepted it. Once he got on his feet he brushed the dust off of his favorite suit with an irritated sigh. "What the hell was that?" he asked, seriously hoping it had been a hallucination or something.

"A vampire." she Her tone suggested that she didn't think he'd believe her.

He gestured faintly, at a loss. "Of course it was," he muttered, reaching to pick up his gun.

"You're taking this surprisingly well," she said, her eyes following him. "Most people just think I'm crazy when I tell them the supernatural is real."

"Well, I can't think of any other explanation for some dude just turning to dust in my hands," Tony attempted to explain. He realized he hadn't even gotten her name and she'd already saved his life.

"So what are you doing alone in a dark alley anyway? "She asked, tilting her head curiously.

"I'm trying to find evidence for a case we're working," Tony told her.

"We?"

"NCIS." He expected confusion, not the flash of recognition – and irritation – that flitted across her face.

"Military." She muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, "That's just what I need right now."

"You don't like the military?" He crossed his arms.

"Not you particularly, it's a long story." she said with a shrug.

It was the perfect opening for a dinner invitation. "Want to tell me over dinner sometime? I do owe you for saving my life, after all." He shot her one of his charming smiles, and she looked as though she was actually thinking over the offer.

"I would love to. Here's my number." She took out a pen and paper from her purse and scribbled her number on it. "I should let you get back to your job."

"Already finished, "he said, reaching for the bullet he'd found and dropped again and tucking it securely in an evidence bag."Walk you to your car?"

"Left it at my apartment, I wanted to explore on foot," she said as they walked out of the alley.

"I'm Tony, by the way," he said with a sideways glance and a grin. "Tony DiNozzo."

"Willow Rosenberg." She offered him her hand to shake and he took it.

"Lovely name for a lovely woman," he complimented just as they parted ways.