Title: "Faith Never Had a Fed She Could Call, Part 1"
Author: Bug Eyed Monster
Rating: Adult to be safe
Category: General
Spoilers: End of TV series for Buffy; None for Numb3rs.
Warnings: Language, references to child sexual abuse- nothing specific.
Summary: Faith follows up on Buffy's request. Continuation of "Never Had a Fed Say 'Call Me'." BtVS/Numb3rs crossover. Minor crossover with Early Edition. The word "Chester" is sometimes used as slang for a molester.

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Colby leaned his head into Don's cubicle. "Don, Lehane's on line 5 waiting for Summers."

Don raised a surprised eyebrow and clicked in the speaker. Colby signaled to the rookie Summers who picked up.

"Hey, cheerleader. F*cked any drunk frat boys yet?"

"No, they're all too busy playing 'lets raise demons by sacrificing virgins'. So, trailer trash, screwed any truck drivers yet?"

Don rolled his eyes as Summers and Lehane continued to mock insult each other. Finally, Lehane got to the point.

"I'm at the race track. Ya' gotta' come by and see what I've got."

"Can't you just tell me?"

"Aw, don't ya' even wanna' try to guess? I'll let you have 6 guesses."

"Faith, just tell me, please."

"Give ya' a hint. She's really cute."

Summers was silent for a few moments, then spoke. "Faith, you can't be buying kids. That's illegal!"

"B, I couldn't leave her. There was a couple of Chesters there. They were talking 'bout how cute her mouth was. I took her by that Chinese restaurant on 6th Street. The owner lady told me the kid said her parents gave her to some guy who said rich Americans were looking to adopt kids. They're really poor folk from north-y west-y China, so they gave her away."

Don rubbed his face. He could see the same horror he felt on the faces of his team. What a lie to tell the parents and the kids.

"I've got some more sh*t. Come meet me and I'll tell you all."

Summers rolled her eyes. "Why at the track?"

"'Cause I spent 200 gees on this kid. I need me some monies."

Colby choked. Summers coughed. "$200,000! That's a lot of shoes."

"You and your shoe fetish, B."

"I do not have a shoe fetish!"

"Do too."
"Do not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Whatever." Don could almost hear Lehane rolling her eyes. "Just come on down. Ya' might want to take her to your office and talk with one of them translators."

Summers glanced towards Don's direction. Don nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there. Where are we going to meet?"

Faith waved at Summers. Summers made her way through the crowd over to Faith. The kid was sitting on a seat near Lehane, eating an ice cream cone, clinging to Lehane.

"Yo, Shukey." Lehane pulled the ice cream sticky child towards Summers and squatted down by the girl. "Here's Buffy Summers." Lehane pointed at Summers. "Say hi." Lehane waved at Summers. The girl followed Lehane's example. Summers took the girl's hand.

"Eww. Her hand is all sticky." Summers said.
"Yeah, she's gotten it all over her face and hands. And me too."
"I hope she's not lactic intolerant."
"That's lactose, you nit, and it's from some place in Chinatown. The seller said it wasn't milk-based."

"Something else non-milk-y?"
"Yeah, don't remember what. WHOO-WHEE! YEAH! I WON!"

Don winced and rubbed his ear. At least they knew the wire was working.

Colby made a crack. "That woman has a voice like a grenade blast. My ears are ringing."

Faith Lehane made her way to the ticket booths, singing "I'm in the money." What she lacked in musical talent, she made up with enthusiasm.

"Faith, you said you had info..."

"Oh, yeah." Lehane leaned in and spoke quietly. "There's another auction two nights from now. 10365 Santa Clara Avenue. It's a pretty mansion, the owners were drug dealers."

"Huh?" said Summers.
"Oh, how eloquent, Buffy." Colby quipped.

"It starts at 7 pee em. Like we meet for chips and dips and them meat topped crackers, and then have the auction. Heard a rumor the owners of the house have stopped dealing drugs 'cause there's too many ways to get caught. Apparently it's easier to bring in people."

"You can use my secondary Internet handler. It's kittenlover67. I've been using kittentrader2000." Lehane offered.

"Ya see," Lehane explained, "they know I don't like them kid fu*king freaks. I keep calling them pencil dicks. Most those guys, if I saw their dicks, I'd be mocking." Here she waggled her little finger.

"But yet they invited you." said Summers.

"They think I've got a rich client with connections. Plus for once, my record actually helps. They figure the cops ain't gonna take me seriously. Or that I'm not gonna go squealing to 'em."

Faith happily got in line to redeem her betting slips. Summers made small talk to the child, who chatted back quite a bit in her language. At one point Sukey started singing something and swinging Buffy's arm.

"Uh...Don... you're going to really need a good translator." Colby said. "I think that sounds more like Dungan or Kyrgyz. I know Mandarin, and what's she's speaking sounds similar..." Colby's voice trailed off indecisively.

"Right." Don acknowledged.

Lehane passed by Buffy and hooked her finger at Summers. She hummed and skipped along as she counted her winnings. She stopped by the stables area and held some of cash out toward Summers. "Here, B. For the kid."

Don said, "Summers, don't-"

"Thanks, Faith." Summers showed the money to the kid. "We'll find a nice lawyer and have this put away for when you grow up and go to college." She put it in a front pocket.

Faith snorted. "What about trade school? Them fancy Wall Street guys can't do their own plumbing, and they gotta' keep their fancy Benz-ies running so they can pick up call girls."

"Fine. For whatever she needs when she graduates from high school. Good?"

"Yeah." Lehane's eyes flashed at something behind Summers. "Uh-oh. F*ck. Don't look now but a mob boss is heading this way."

Summers turned. The local mob boss, Kolzak, (who had taken over from Tobakian) was walking toward Faith looking very unhappy about something. Buffy turned on her Valley Girl charm and waved with a giggle.

"Hi! You're cute." Summers said it with all the peppiness of a gold-digging Valley Girl. Or a cheerleader. Kolzak wasn't cute, too much liquor and good living had taken its toll.

Faith leaned over to mock stage whisper at Summers. "He thinks I've got some fancy number system going. Doesn't believe me when I say my new cat picks the winners."

"Gee, I wonder why." Summers quipped, still exuding Valley Girl. "'Cause, like, a dog would probably make much more sense. Or you could say you use the oh-u-ja board." She giggled.

Kolzak's eyes raked over Summers and disregarded her as a threat. Don had seen many perps do that when Summers turned on the Valley Girl act. It was always amusing to see their faces once she had them on the ground.

Kolzak glared at Lehane. "Give it up, Lehane."

Summers pulled the kid behind her.

"Ya might wanna' get outta' here, B." Faith said aside. She then strutted forward towards Kolzak. "I told ya, my cat picks the winners. That's my system."

Kolzak sneered at Lehane. "I've waited long enough for your answer." He nodded at his bully boys. They rushed Faith, who took up a defensive stance. "GET HER OUTTA' HERE, B!"

Summers picked up the kid and ran towards her team's position.

"Damn! Go, go, go, GO!" Don and his team raced past Summers towards the stables. Don had his gun drawn and pointed at the ground. He checked everyone's position, then nodded at David and Colby to take the lead and knock open the doors.

"F.B.-"

Don blinked. Kolzak and his bully boys were lying unconscious on the stable floor. Lehane was nowhere in sight.

Colby looked up, circling around to see if Lehane could be on one of the rafters overhead. "Da*n, she's not up there, Don."

"Has anyone sighted Lehane?" Don resisted the urge to swear and/or throw something as the reports of "negative" came in.

Liz was squatting by the baddies. "Don, I'm impressed. These guys are out cold."

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"I'm sorry, but I thought it was more important to get the innocent child out of there." Buffy snapped. They were back at HQ, Don had Buffy in the war-room.

Don resisted snapping back at her. She was right, he knew it, she knew it.

"Besides, I knew Faith could handle herself. She's really good at martial arts and self defense."

"Your level or better."

"I think she's my level, but she might be better."

Don ground down the coffee stirrer he had in his mouth.

"What's wrong, boss?"

"That wasn't in her file."

Buffy made a face like something slimy had left a trail on her new Stuart Weitzman shoes. "Let me guess, Sunnydale cops wrote up that file?"

Don raised an eyebrow, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Buffy sighed. "I should have known this would come up. Remember how Lt. Walker said that no police department in So'Cal will take any Sunnydale cops?" Don nodded.

Buffy continued. "That's because most of them didn't bother to investigate anything unless Mayor Wilkins let 'em. The sheriff and his deputies were in Wilkins' pocket. Faith was Wilkins' bully girl, if Wilkins didn't want something known about her, well... you get the picture."

Don rubbed his face. Crooked cops, great, just great. He crossed his arms and leaned against table. "The FBI was investigating claims of corruption within the Sunnydale police department. The investigation was dropped-"

"WHAT!"

Don put up a hand, Summers quieted. "The investigation was dropped about a month after the Sunnydale crater formed. Hard to complete an investigation when all files have been lost and the witnesses have scattered."

"Oohhh."

"I want you to review Lehane's file. Write up a report on errors you find."

"Yes, sir." Summers literally skipped off to her desk. Don could see why Lehane kept calling Buffy a cheerleader.

Don turned to the people assembled in the war room. "Okay, people, we've got a party to attend."

*to be continued*