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You're my What
By: Fire Wolfe
Beted By:greywizard
A/N: /words/ indicate thoughts.
[words] indicate typing/telecommunications.

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Two hours later, they all were ready to head out and take care of business. The first item of which was to find the newest slayer.

The information they had suggested that the new slayer would already have many of the skills she would need to survive. The greater worry for the Council was figuring out if she would use her new power to fight supernatural evil or if she would strive to remain a part of her own world. A Mossad agent who was a slayer could easily cause them a great deal of difficulty.

Faith had Xander ride with her on her bike to the storage unit that held Buffy's Corvette and his Charger.

Buffy and Dawn took a cab, since it was clear that they were going to have to split up to check out the area and find the lay of the land.

Faith had suggested that they leave her bike at the facility, while she and Xander took his car to scout the area. She wanted to visit a few demon bars to get the lay of the local population.

Buffy had agreed that it might be a good idea. She and Dawn would go meet their sister Sara, since there was not a lot they could do until Giles contacted the right people in the Pentagon, to get them all clearance to check into the case of their dead Slayer.

Willow was sending them information in a few hours and then they would visit the location of her death, after checking on Sara and Tim.

While it was important to check the scene out, they did not want to run into NCIS before they had the proper papers and clearance.

Twenty minutes later, they had divided the various responsibilities up and were headed out to do their assigned tasks.

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Sara arrived at her class and headed in. This morning, she was ready for anything. The class was a challenge, but she knew that if she did well, it would go a long way toward her dream of becoming an NICS agent like Tim.

She longed to be a part of something that mattered, and NCIS certainly seemed to be what she should be shooting for. Her brother had changed over the last few years in a very positive way and Sara attributed it all to his job.

It was as if he had finally found his niche. She would give almost anything to have that sense of belonging, as well. She slipped into the classroom and took her seat.

Glancing at the clock she noted that there was three minutes to spare. She smiled at that. It seemed that, for today, going green was a good thing.
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Buffy climbed into her 'vette with a big smile on her face. Beside her, Dawn swallowed hard and sucked it up.

/Buffy is a good driver. Buffy is a safe driver,/ she chanted the mantra in her mind as she buckled her seat belt. Buffy hit the gas and they flew out of the long term storage unit.

/I am going to die!/ Dawn's mantra abruptly shifted from thoughts of calm to ones of terror and regret at not insisting upon accompanying Xander and Faith.

/Damn Antonio for having a Formula One Champion teach Buffy to Drive!/

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Timothy McGee was running a program that would find all Corvettes that matched the paint they had found on the victim. The car in question was a classic and there were, hopefully, not a lot of them in the Washington D. C. Area. With luck, the DMV records would give them a starting point.

His fingers flew across the key board as he sent out a BOLO to the local law enforcement. A car like that with damage would draw attention.

Tony Dinozzo was also hard at work, only he was taking a vastly different approach. Granted, McGee's method would eventually yield results, but Tony was betting that a sweet car like the one involved in the crime had to have been well taken care of.

There was no way that anyone would not baby a car like that. It lead Tony to consider that maybe the car was stolen. He was checking local police reports as well as contacting some friends in the collectors' community. With luck, someone might know their car. Sometimes the old fashioned way worked best.

Ziva was looking over the crime scene photos with care.
/This was a professional job,/ she decided as she considered the photos. /Someone staged it to look like an accident. Why?/ She flipped through the photos, trying to see what they had missed. / What am I missing? Why kill this ensign? Who was she or what was she that made her become a target?/

Ziva set the photos down and turned back to her computer. She tapped some keys to send a message.

/ This could be bad. My father might know something. The method is too similar to others I have seen. It feels like this is a message of some sort./

On the plane to the United States, Eli David's computer went off. He looked down and was surprised to see it was a message from Ziva.
/I wonder what has happened that she is contacting me from NCIS?/

He read the message and frowned. It seemed his daughter was also working on this case. He typed back, [ I do not see a direct connection to anyone or any ongoing operation. Let me check. I will be in Washington shortly. Meet me at your house at 1900 hours your time.]

Ziva read the message and frowned. /This cannot be good. What does he know that he is not sharing?/

She responded back, [I will be there. Or send you a message if something comes up. We are all consumed by this. Gibbs and the director are worried.]

[I know,] Eli typed back. [This attack is connected somehow to one back home. I have learned that several of the people killed in the attack on our soil were connected to your Ensign. This is highly disturbing. When we meet I may have more information.]

Ziva considered her reply. [Understood. Shalom, Father. I will see what I can learn here.]

She signed off and decided that she would call some of her local connections. Anything was better than sitting around waiting for Gibbs to come and demand answers she did not have.

TBC...