I know I've been on radio silence for over a month. On the same day as my most recent posting, I got an offer for a full-time job in my field. As I've only been working part-time up until now, I naturally took the job, and so I've been too busy to update as regularly as I would like to. The next chapter of 'Two For The Price Of One' is still in the works, and I'll be updating that alongside the Whumptober 2019 prompts, which I will be finishing, even if October is long over. Prompts #12 and #13 will be Chapters 2 and 3 of this, or maybe 3 and 4, as I still haven't decided what I'm going to do for #11.

Just a quick summary for people who are only familiar with one fandom and not the other:

'NCIS' is a police procedural drama focusing on the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, which focuses on crimes involving the US Navy or Marines or their families. FBI Agent Tobias Fornell is a recurring character who is friends with the main cast, and often works with them. Emily Fornell is his teenage daughter, who also pops up often.

On 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer', "one girl in all the world" is chosen by the magical Powers That Be to fight vampires and demons with magically enhanced strength and skills. At the beginning of the series, there has only been one Slayer at a time for thousands of years, but in the finale, a spell was cast that activated the powers of every potential Slayer in the world.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own 'NCIS', 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer', or any of the characters therein. Isra and Morgan, however, are my OC's.

WORD COUNT: 839

Emily Fornell had no idea what hit her.

Well, that was a lie. She knew exactly what she saw before she'd taken a hit to the head. She just had no clue what it really was, because what it looked like was something that just didn't exist in real life.

However, as she groaned and tried to open her heavy eyelids, she had more important things to worry about. Like where the hell was she, now?

"Hey, there," a voice said, "You wanna come back to the land of the living, now?"

She forced her heavy eyes open, blinked a few times in the light, and finally the two faces hovering above hers came into focus.

"Oh, good, you're awake!" a girl her age with blonde hair, freckles, and braces cried, "We were starting to think you might've been hit harder than we originally thought."

"She was starting to worry," the slightly older woman – mid twenties, maybe – with the hijab and the olive skin corrected.

Emily blinked again, then slowly sat up, wincing as her head pounded and taking stock of her surroundings. She was inside a van, one with no windows and with one interior wall lined with a strange array of weaponry: swords, axes, and even a crossbow! The two girls in there with her were both dressed in dark clothing, but nothing that looked like they were planning on breaking in somewhere in the dead of night.

"Who are you?" she asked, "And what do you want? My dad's an FBI agent, so if this is some kind of kidnapping, you picked the wrong-"

The blonde laughed nervously. "No, no, it's nothing like that! We saved you, actually!"

"How much do you remember?" the other one asked seriously.

Emily swallowed, thinking back. "It… You wouldn't believe me. I don't believe me."

For some reason, they both smirked a little. "Try us."

"I was on my way home from seeing a movie with my friends, and suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and dragged me into this alley I'd just passed."

"He was waiting for you to pass through it," the woman in the hijab said, "Although I'm not sure why he thought you would."

"It is a shortcut between the theater and my house," Emily admitted, "But my dad would kill me if I did something as stupid as walk through a dark alley alone at night. Plus, it just felt…" She didn't know how to describe it."

"Like there was something wrong about it?" the blonde suggested, "Something… unnatural?" She had the air of someone who wasn't guessing, who knew she'd gotten it right.

And she had. Emily blinked at her. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess. So, he grabbed me, and he threw me into the wall, but he must've been wearing some kind of mask, because his face looked all… well, wrong. All bumpy, and stuff, around the forehead and brow."

Neither of the other two looked surprised in the slightest. "'A man in a mask'," the blonde repeated, "That's the most common guess people have when they see them for the first time."

"Or 'gang on PCP'," her friend added.

"When they see who for the first time?!" Emily demanded, "And you still haven't told me who you are, or where I am!"

The two of them exchanged glances, then the blonde spoke up. "Alright. First of all, I'm Morgan, and this is Isra. You're in our company van a few blocks away from where you were attacked – if you'd like a lift back home, we'd be glad to help you out."

"But what happened? How did I get here?"

Isra shrugged. "We were just driving by when we saw what happened. We saw you get grabbed, saw you try to fight him off, and then finished him off when he knocked you out."

"Wait…" A cold feeling came over Emily. "What do you mean by 'finished him off'? You didn't kill him, did you?"

At that question, Morgan and Isra looked really nervous. "Not… technically," Morgan answered evasively.

"We definitely didn't commit murder," Isra stated more confidently, "What else do you remember?"

Not sure how that was relevant, Emily still continued. "Well, he grabbed me, and I hit him as hard as I could, and he stumbled back, all the way to the other side of the alley – I didn't think I could hit him that hard, but I guess I did. Then he grabbed a pipe and started swinging it at me, and I dodged a few times before… before he hit me on the head. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in here."

Morgan and Isra shared an oddly satisfied look. "I told you she was one of us," Morgan said confidently.

"I didn't argue with you," Isra shot back.

Emily blinked at them. "One of you? What the hell are you talking about?"

The two turned back to face her. "It's a long story," Isra told her, "And it starts like this: The world is older than you know…"

I don't know when I'll have the next chapter up; I think I will alternate between posting Whumptober entries and updating 'Two For The Price Of One', but you know what they say about the best laid plans…