Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or NCIS, unfortunately, because if I did, I would be rich with a huge horse stable and yadayadayad.

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Shifty Eyes is interrogated, muhahaha.

A/N: Again, I apologize for the long wait! I'm really sorry, but I've had a really hard time just sitting down and writing. I have been having major ADD moments lately, and I have also been working on two other NCIS stories on (if you're interested, my screen name there is Lady Ryn of Sunnydale). I hope you like this chapter! Please, I would love to hear all your comments, good, bad, flamers, or just nice chapter, or bad chapter. When I get reviews, it motivates me all the more to write quicker. Thanx! Also, thank you to all my faithful readers and to all the people who have reviewed! Also, thank you for the recommendations!! Lady Ryn

-------------------------------CHAPTER 8---------------------------The Interrogation

McGee, Ziva, Buffy, and Tony stood in the observation room of the interrogation room, watching shifty eyes squirm in his seat. He kept looking around, to the glass, to the door, and to the camera.

"He's been in there for almost an hour and he isn't tiring at all," Tony said, narrowing his eyes at the suspect. "He's making me tired just looking at him. Look, there he goes again!" he exclaimed as the man jumped out of his seat and starting pacing back and forth.

"He's starting to make me antsy," McGee echoed

Ziva and Buffy both remained silent, lost in their own thoughts. Buffy still couldn't get ride of that wacky feeling that the man was giving off. It was making her skin crawl, and she didn't like it. And, to make matters worse, the man kept looking through the glass straight at her. Buffy was so focused on the man, that when Gibbs opened the door to the interrogation room, she jumped. Ziva cocked an eyebrow at her while the others didn't seem to notice.

"Please sit down," Gibbs said, then paused as he looked down at the file in his hand, "Mr. Johnson." Gibbs then sat down himself as Johnson sat down jerkily, still looking around nervously.

"Where's the slayer?" he asked.

"The slayer?" Gibbs asked, leaning forward and looking at him quizzically.

Buffy visibly paled in the observation room as she stepped back away from the glass.

"Yeah, the tiny blonde one. Where is she?" he said, looking around nervously. "I didn't do anything. I swear. Please don't let her in here with me!" he said, gripping the table and looking desperately at Gibbs. Ziva, Tony, and McGee looked oddly at Buffy as stood there.

In the interrogation room, Gibbs took a long sip of his coffee and walked out. Seconds later he busted into the observation room.

"Summers," he yelled, stopping in front of her. "What the hell is going on? Why does he think you're a slayer? Slayer of what?"

"Boss, a slayer is a Vampire Slayer," McGee answered for Buffy. Buffy tried to hide her relief as everyone turned their attention to him. "There is supposedly one girl in the world who is a lone warrior up against the demons, vampires, and basically everything that goes bump in the night," McGee finished knowledgeably.

"And you would know this how, Elf Lord?" Gibbs asked, fully turning towards him.

"Well, there are a lot of myths floating around about them on the Internet. Abby was really into researching everything about them for a while and she used to fill me in all the details," McGee answered.

"You're kidding?" Tony said, his face showing his disbelief.

"No, and if this guy really believes fantasy is reality and has read about all these slayers and things, then it is understandable that he would believe Buffy to be a slayer. See, the last known recorded slayer was a small blonde woman. Buffy fits that description!" McGee finished.

"Yeah, a lot of women do, McGee," Tony answered.

"Yeah, but you know how scary Buffy can get!" McGee said as Buffy protested with a low "Hey!" "He probably saw a small scary blonde woman and immediately his brain jumped to her being the slayer!"

Gibbs shook his head, then handed Buffy the folder in his hand, "Since he thinks you're this slayer and seems scared to death of you, you and Ziva are going to interrogate him." He then turned his eyes to Ziva, "No torture."

"Gibbs! I know that!" Ziva said defensively.

"Go!" he said, shooing them out the door.

Ziva and Buffy both scooted out the door into the hallway.

"Ready for your first interrogation?" Ziva asked. Buffy stood up tall and nodded. "Just let your inner slayer slide through," she added with a wink as she opened the door into the room. Buffy shook her head, collected herself and followed in relatively quickly.

The response was immediate. The man actually screamed like a girl, jumped up from his seat and ran away from the door.

"Sit down, Mr. Johnson," Ziva said as she walked towards the man.

"I didn't do anything!" he yelled, cowering in the corner. "I swear I didn't!"

"Then why d'ya run?" Buffy asked, setting the folder down on the table and sitting down.

"What would you do if two slayers were suddenly watching you?" he said, saying it as if it were obvious.

"Two?" Ziva asked, looking quizzically at the man.

"Yeah, the brunette one at the club, too," he answered. "I don't want her in here either!" he suddenly yelled as the words came out of his mouth.

"Mr. Johnson, please sit down and we'll try to arrange to not have the other slayer come in," Buffy answered, leaning back in her chair.

He detached himself form the wall and warily made his way over to his own chair on the other side of the table. He eased himself down, though he looked ready to jump up again.

"Do you know this man?" Buffy asked, sliding the photograph of Corporal Hawkins across the table.

"Is she your Watcher?" he suddenly asked, jerking his head towards Ziva.

"Do I sound British to you, tough guy?" Ziva asked, sitting on the table with her back to the camera as she took out her knife and started cleaning her nails with it.

His eyes widened at the sight of the knife. "Eeek! No, no, no. I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were a slayer too. Please don't kill me! I didn't do anything, I swear!" he started gibbering away. Ziva turned to look at Buffy and mouthed, "He's crazy."

"Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson!" Buffy yelled at him, trying to get his attention back. "What didn't you do?"

"I, I, I di…didn't summon the…the…that demon, I sw…swear I didn't," he stuttered, shooting Ziva and Buffy both nervous glances. Buffy sat up straighter.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, slowly.

Johnson looked up into her eyes, squeaked, and looked back down at his hands, shaking. Ziva sheathed her knife, stood up, and slammed her hands down on the back of his chair.

"Spit it out!" she yelled.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry, he made me do it! He…he threatened me, and…and when I told him I didn't want to do it, he burned me," he said, pulling up the arm of his jacket to reveal a clearly defined trident brand.

"What does this have to do with him?" Buffy asked, pointing again to the picture.

"He, he saw me, per…performing the ritual. And he, he told me that if someone saw me, that they would call in the slayers, and I, I would be killed. So, so, I had to stab out his eyes, and slit his throat to keep him from talking, or seeing anymore," Johnson finished, playing with a thread on his jacket. "He didn't even scream."

"That's revolting," Ziva said, her mouth twisted in a grimace.

"What, are you?" Buffy asked, staring directly into his eyes.

Johnson whimpered and sunk into his chair.

"What are you, and who hired you," Buffy asked leaning forward.

"He, he's in my head. He…talks to me," he said looking down.

"Well, I don't know why he chose you, you seem to have the backbone of a harmless little puppy," Buffy mocked, sitting back.

Suddenly, Johnson's eyes flashed red, and his lip curled into a snarl. "You have no idea what you're talking about. By now, the demon will have awoken, and this time tomorrow, the people of DC will scream in agony," he snarled.

Surprised by his sudden change in attitude, but not caught off guard, Buffy looked him straight in the eye and said, "Not on my watch."

He snarled again and lunged over the table at Buffy's throat, his eyes burning. Buffy grabbed him mid flight, flipped him over onto his back on the table, got up and slammed him against the wall, pulling his right hand behind his back and up, twisting his shoulder. "By this time next year, you'll wish we were the watcher's council," she whispered into his ear.

Ziva stood by, slightly in shock. Buffy and the, whatever it was, had been a complete blur since he lunged out of the seat, and Buffy had easily overpowered the larger man and now had him pinned against the wall. The banging of the door announced the arrival of Gibbs, Tony, and McGee as they ran in with their guns drawn. They had immediately leaft the observation room when Johnson had lunged across the table.

"I think she's got it handled, Gibbs," Ziva said, nodding towards Buffy.

With the guns of her partners trained on him, Buffy gave the man a last twist of his shoulder, and then let go. She then turned to walk out of the interrogation room and past her partners standing by the door, watching her in disbelief. Ignoring them, she reached for the phone clipped to the belt on her jeans, pulled it out and opened it. The last thing Ziva, Tony, McGee and Gibbs heard before her voice faded away as she walked out the door was, "Willow, we've got a problem."

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