Disclaimer: All BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon
and Mutant Enemy. But if Joss is real upset about this he is welcome to come
get my one possession of value, my pickup truck which is parked on cinder blocks
without wheels or an engine. But really if he wants it, he can have it, God
knows I don't have any money.
Other Disclaimers: Yes there is sex and love in this story. If the idea
of a Slayer and a Witch getting it on disturbs you, leave, if it’s illegal
where you live, move.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Willow is out of medical school and has been forced to work for
the CIA. Buffy is not happy about it.
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Chapter One:
Getting Started or How Not To Get A Job
She had not wanted to be there, this was not the job the 28 year-old Doctor had in mind when she finished Medical School. She had thought that she would go to work at a Hospital, Research Center or possibly the reformed Watcher’s Council, but not the CIA.
This was not a job she would have ever applied for; then again she hadn't applied for this one. It had been forced on her. “Face it,” She thought, “It was this or jail.” Willow wasn't so sure jail wasn't a better option.
The redhead stood in the middle of the lobby taking in all on the features, from the metal detectors to the information desk. The lobby was large with the FBI seal on the floor. Above her head were 3-tiered balconies that clearly had offices and hallways weaved around them. Potted plants hung from the guardrails around the building. In all, it was a very large building.
Willow wasn't a very large woman at 5' 5” and 110 pounds making her feel draught by the armed officers surrounding her. Willow had never been an assertive person unless she was cornered, then she was a formidable individual, but in the lobby of LA FBI headquarters she felt like the little girl at the water fountain in high school as Cordelia Chase told her she had “seen the softer side of Sears.” It took all her will not to run home to Buffy like a child.
Trying to get it together she took a deep breath and then headed toward the counter. The blond behind the information desk repeated the to often spoken phase “Can I help you?”
“Um, Uh, Yeah. Uh, I am Willow Rosenberg and I was told to report to the information desk this morning.” Willow stumbled through the sentence shyly.
“Are you a new employee?” The blond asked in a way that clearly said ‘I hate temp secretarial help.’ Then began to prepare her computer by entering a long password.
“Uh yes,”
The blond robotically repeated a line she must say a thousand times a day, “I will need a picture ID, a driver’s license or Passport.”
Willow quickly got her driver license out and hand it with a shakily hand to the blonde.
The blonde typed in her name from the drivers license. Seconds after pressing enter the blonde’s body language changed.
Willow couldn't tell if it indicated fear of respect. She had seen this same thing in other people when they saw Buffy. Willow guessed it was most likely a little of both emotions, she made a mental note to access the computer system to find out what the blond had seen to cause this reaction.
“Dr. Rosenberg we were told to expect you this morning. Morris will take you to get your ID's.”
Willow noticed the plural on the word ID's but asked no questions.
“and then to personnel to file your W2's. Personnel will see that you make it to the directors office after that Ma’am.”
An hour and half later she was sitting in the directors outer office with a CIA badge clipped to her jacket, two different badges slash ID's in her pocket. One for the CIA and the second a FBI consulted badge. Her W2's were filed. She had almost come to blows with the personnel office worker, “Rachel”, about her emergency number and beneficiary being “Who the hell she wanted them to be” instead of a relative. Not that she had any relative's any more now that her parents were both dead.
They had survived on the Hellmouth all those years surrounded by demons and vampires only to be killed by a 16 year-old alcoholic. But Buffy had been her family long before she had lost her parents. Her mother had even started calling Buffy by her real name instead of Bunny or Fluffy or whatever name she picked for that day. Her father had been a lot better about her life with Buffy. He actually liked her. The two of them often snuck off with his friends from the temple to go fishing on the pier. Buffy had started fishing with her father when Willow was in graduate school as a way of bonding with him. She never thought Buffy would actually like it but she had.
Willow smiled thinking about her patients and how they had realized there was something going on between Buffy and Willow long before either of them had a clue what was happening. It may have been all those years on the Hellmouth; saving the world and facing death together. Or it could have been destiny, but somewhere between their Sophomore and Junior years of college they had moved from being best friends to lovers. Neither had ever looked back. Willow was just glad her parents had gotten to know the real Buffy before they died.
“Dr. Rosenberg please come in,” Willow was startled out of her daydream and she quickly stood and walked into his office to cover the loss of time. Willow was by nature a shy person so the room full of people around a table frightened her and she was forced to keep thinking to herself, “Breathe Willow, Breathe” as Buffy had taught her to do so her fear didn't show as much as it would have in high school. The office was huge with a conference table and another office in the back. Probably were the desk is Willow thought.
“Dr. Rosenberg, this is Deputy Asst. Mark Richards,” Willow shook his hand as she was lead around the table. “And this is Deputy Asst. Martha Rease, she is head of the division you will from time to time be working with. This is the CIA liaison, Branch Director Charlie Marks. I believe you two have already met. There is Dr. Peter Wheels, he will be your direct supervisor, and this is his second, Dr. Pamela Nichols. And this is Lt. Col. Simon Luggues he is the US Military liaison.” Willow was shown a seat next to the Col. Luggues.
Dr. Wheels was an older man in his mid to late 60's He was tall with thinning gray hair and a scholarly Einstein look. “And this is the woman who broke into the CIA computer? She doesn't look old enough to be out of high school are you sure she can help us.” Dr Wheels asked.
CIA director Charlie Mark spoke up, “Dr. Rosenberg has not only been into our computer system, she has been in the FBI's, the World Banking Computer, the US Coast Guard, Internal Revenue Service, US Post Office, MI5 in England, Interpol and the KGB Computer Systems just to name the few we know about.” Charles was a bald man in his 40's who spend most of his time in the gym. Charlie Marks was muscular and a strong, big man. He was not someone to be easily walked over.
Willow doubted if he was over being decked by Buffy. Martha Rease, a short round women in her early 50's who was clearly disturbed by this, asked “And why is she not in jail?”
“Martha we went over this before but here it is again,” Charlie answered. His tone was clearly angered to be answering this question again for her, “She broke into countless systems but she did not steal money, or secrets. As far as we could find she received no personnel gain besides the thrill of opening the systems. Most of them she accessed before she was 17 years old which is why she got past most of the detectors.” The Director who appeared tired of this argument as well, added “Martha think about it, she might as well work here where we can watch her then let her out in the world. Most prisons have computers too.”
Pamela Nichols, a tall brunette in her mid 30's spoke up, “Ok, so she knows computers, I am more interested in her other skills.”
Willow was so used to everyone speaking about her as if she wasn't there that she nearly missed the question asked of her.
“You are a medical doctor, Dr. Rosenberg? A board certified Doctor?”
“Uh Yes.”
“In what specialty?”
“Pathology” Willow replied.
“And you have some knowledge of the occult?”
“Uh, yeah a little.” Willow had not expected that question.
“How did you gain this knowledge?”
“I went to medical school.” Willow answered innocently.
“You received your knowledge of the occult in medical school Dr. Rosenberg?” Pam asked relentlessly.
“Ah No I grew up on the Hellmouth.” Willow had answered before she knew what she was saying. Thank the goddess I didn't say I was a witch Willow thought, pulling her walls up.
“A what?” Pamela asked.
Lt. Col. Simon Luggues surprised every one when he answered, “A center for mystical convergence, children raised on these centers have higher rates of contact with occult phenomenon.”
“Colbert’s paper” Peter Wheels added both men shook there heads like they belonged to the same fraternity and no one else could join.
The Director who was uncomfortable with this area of the conversation changed the subject. “Let's move on, You can review her file later Pam and you will see her every day so you can just ask her later.”
“Dr. Rosenberg, you will be working in a special investigative team. Project Raven. It is a combined team of people from the CIA, FBI and the Military. It is under the banner of the FBI though you work for the CIA. You are considered on detached service to the FBI, because the CIA cannot operate within the boundaries of the US without a lot of paperwork. That is way you are considered a consultant.”
“And Dr. Rosenberg, any misuse of the FBI resources will be tolerated. That means no surfing the Net unless Pam, Charlie or Simon tells you too. Understood.” The Director asked sternly.
“Crystally. Sir” Willow answered. She hated this and she wondered if this would somehow hurt Buffy.
“Second, I understand your roommate has a history of trouble making, many arrests, but no convictions.”
The Director stared down at Willow who stared back. She would not give in where Buffy was concerned. Even if what he said was true.
After a few silent minutes the Director stated, “I take it, you moving out is out of the question.”
“Yes” Willow answered loud and fast. She would go to jail first before giving Buffy up.
“The FBI will not help your friend when she gets in trouble. I want to make that clear, no special treatment. That is understood correct?” The question more of a statement.
“Yes sir,” Willow said quietly.
“Good, now if you and Pam would stay for a few minutes everyone else can go.”
5 minutes later……
‘Pam’ and Willow were sitting on opposite sides of the table.
The director sat back down between them. Willow figured she was in for more lectures. She wished she could crawl under the table and hide.
“First off Willow, can I call you that?” The director asked in a soft, kind voice.
Again Willow was unsure of the direction he was going. “Yes sir.”
“Bob please.”
“Bob” Willow repeated quietly.
The director had been a great field detective in his time. He knew people. This girl was the shy, quiet type with fire burning on the inside. She would respond to kindness. She was as Charlie had said, a good kid at heart. Charlie knew people too. He may have had to weasel the kid into the job but she was perfect for it, over qualified in fact.
“I am going to talk about this issue once more, then I don't really expect to ever discuss this again. Your private life "with in the law that is" is your private life but the people you work with will learn about it, some will not like it. They can make your life hell. I am referring to you being here and not in jail. Pam has your file and it’s her job to keep things running smoothly, which is why she is here. You have problems even little ones you tell Pam. I am not saying anything will happen, but I still want you to report any time anyone comments on your semi criminal life. Understood?”
“Yes Sir,” Willow answered. Still afraid, but starting to like the director who seemed to be an honest and direct man like her father.
“Now this is the part that really is none of my business. I gather from surveillance reports and from Rachel in personnel who had a hard time understanding your benefit choices this morning that you are gay.”
Willow knew this would come up, but he was being honest. God knew what they had from the videotapes and other bugs the CIA had placed in their home. They still hadn't gotten all of them out of their belonging even after they had moved to a new house.
“Yes sir.”
“I take it you and your roommate are deeply involved. You have been together since high school according to the CIA reports.”
“Yes and No ...sir”
He smiled, he liked this girl to despite himself, “Care to explain.”
“Ah, we meet my sophomore year in high school and were best friends but we weren't together together until just before our junior year in college, though we were roommates from freshman year. We dated boys before that.” Willow had no idea why she added that last part. It made her sound like a child and she was a board certified doctor, she was a grown up even if she felt like a ten year old in this office.
Bob was smiling so broadly he was almost laughing at the girls honestly and Pam chuckled a little too.
Willow blushed from head to toe. She hated babble mode.
“I like honest answers. Doc……Willow welcome aboard.”Bob stuck his hand out and shook hers.
Bob looked up at Pam and they both nodded.
“If you would wait outside Pam will take you down to your office and start you off on some files in a minute.”
After Willow had left the room Pam moved closer to Bob. Both smiling like kids. “So think you can work with her?” Bob asked.
“Nice kid. If her mind is half as sharp as advertised and she can do pathology, then yeah, I think we got a winner.” Pam stated.
“Pam, she was a good choice. Charlie out did himself. And if she doesn't workout, she will be the first to tell you. She seems to be an honest person.”
Chapter 2
How to End a Long Day
It had been a long day, a long day that frayed her nerves. Willow was just glad to be home. She parked her car and was getting her keys out to open the door when Buffy threw the door open and pulled the good Doctor in the house, encircling her with slayer arms and a kiss. Willow felt her muscles begin to relax for the first time all day.
Buffy picked Willow up and carried her into the living room without breaking the kiss. She carefully sat Willow down on the couch before breaking the kiss. Then she handed Willow a glass of white zinfandel, her favorite wine.
“Ok, not the way I usually come in the door but it works for me.” Willow took a drink and then leaned forward to kiss Buffy again. After a long few moments they broke the kiss.
“How was your first day at the office? Did you play nice with the other spies and bullies?” Buffy asked. She had taken to calling the CIA a bunch of spies and bullies when Willow was arrested.
“I did my best, do you want to hear about my day?”
“In good time, first drink your wine while I get dinner on the table then you will not believe what I have planned for dessert.” Willow loved it when Buffy got these odd romantic ideas. Where she got them Willow had no idea, she was just glad she got them. Buffy never failed to amaze. She was a true force of nature, all instinct and pleasure. Yet at the same time gentle and caring. They complemented each other. Willow was logical, Buffy impulsive, but they shared the middle ground. They were two halves of the same soul.
Buffy had made lasagna and salad for diner. Willow's favorite. Then she had carried Willow to the bathroom. Willow protested half heartedly that she had legs. Buffy undressed her while filling the tub with bubble bath. Then Buffy carefully placed Willow into the tub while keeping up a deep tongue ridden kiss. Before Willow could blink Buffy was on top of her in the bath. It was the first time they had ever made love in the bath. Sure lots of times in the shower but never in the bath. Willow found herself screaming Buffy's name into lover's mouth as she came while splashing water all over the bathroom. They dried quickly and ran to their bedroom. Willow found herself screaming Buffy's name even louder and longer before exhausted she fell asleep and Buffy went on patrol.
Willow woke to the sound of the front door opening. She rolled over to look at her clock. 4 AM. She felt the place were Buffy slept knowing it was empty. Buffy came quietly into the bedroom. Willow could see her slaying clothes even in the dark. No tears was always a good sign.
“Buffy its ok, you can turn on the light I am awake.”
“Sorry Will, I didn't mean to wake you, I thought for sure you would be asleep.”
“Goddess knows I came hard enough, I really just woke up. Patrol go ok?”
“Nine vamps found, nine dusted.”
“Good, now come to bed I need to snuggle.”
“Just snuggle huh?”
“Snuggle and maybe help you catch up on the orgasm trail, partner.” Willow said in her best John Wayne imitation.
“You spend too much time with Xander you know that, right?”
But Buffy was already stripping. She slid under the covers. They kissed slowly then their passion swelled. Willow wanted to be the aggressor this time. She forced a willing slayer over on to her back. She then began to slowly kiss her way down the slayers body. She took her time and licked and kissed all the most tender spots of Buffy's body strategically missing Buffy's throbbing center. Willow prolonged this by probing inside her navel, kissing the edge of her thighs. She knew the way Buffy was breathing, begging for release was not far away. Willow loved it when she made Buffy beg. It was the cruel knowledge that she could control such a power as the slayer that gave Willow the extra edge to her lovemaking.
Buffy knew what Willow was up to but still the blond held off begging for as long as she could.
In the end the mighty slayer gave in. “Will please I can't stand it!” Buffy cried.
“Can't stand what?” The red head asked grinning innocently.
“Willow, I am going to hurt you...”
“Yeah the big bad slayer might, but then would she get what she wants?” Willows fingers were now cruelly combing through Buffy's pubic hair and brushing her lower lips.
“Willow please,” This game always made Willow feel so powerful. “Please what, my love?”
“Touch me,” Willow knew she shouldn't tease Buffy anymore but she enjoyed the look of frustration on Buffy's' face. If her own need wasn't so great then she might have dragged out the teasing longer but Willow simply leaned her head down and began to lick the outer lips around her core. She slid two fingers into Buffy as she sucked the enlarged clit into her mouth flicking her tongue over it like an artist brushing a work of art. It didn't take long until Buffy was shaking the bed in release. Still Willow knew she was a Slayer and could take more then an average person so she slowed her fingers to but never stopped them.
She felt Buffy's body begin to still. She quickened her pace and brought her back to the edge. Over and over again she repeated this process slowing and stopping teasing and turning her lover to Jell-O but not allowing her a second release, Willow would not relent.
Finally in defense Buffy flipped her lover over face down on the bed. Only a Slayer could have done this quickly without harming the other girl. Pinning Willow to the bed and sitting on her back Buffy reached into the drawer by the bed and fished out a strap on dildo and belt. While still pinning the struggling Willow to the bed she began to fasten the belt in place making sure the base of the dildo was correctly positioned over her clit. Buffy wondered if she really could take another orgasm but threw caution to the wind looking down at Willow. “Ok Ms Doctor, we can do this the easy way or the painful way. Which will it be Will?”
Will never missing a beat answered “Why not both?”
“Ok the lady wants it rough.”
The first time Willow had asked Buffy to do this to her it had frightened the Slayer like no demon ever had. Then she found that Willow actually liked it. Buffy became more comfortable with it. “So which do you want first my dear?” Buffy knew the answer but she always wanted Will to make the choice. She never wanted to really hurt her.
“Ok big slayer, do me in the ass first, that is if your woman enough.”
Buffy reached into the draw for lube and a second slightly larger dildo for later. She still sat on Willows back as she poured lube on the phallus then she began to gentle work it into Willows rear entrance. Willow purred into her hands and tried to rise up and open herself to the slayer. Buffy slid off of Willow and around her, positioning herself on her knees behind Willow. She then worked the lube in pushing in a finger then a second. Willow moaned in pain and pleasure at the same time. Buffy pulled both Willow and herself off the bed and then positioned Willow leaning over the bed. She returned the finger and stroked and stretched the back passage. She quickly and expertly pulled the fingers out and slammed the phallus to the hilt into Willow with a start. Buffy wasted no time in reaching a quick pace. She knew the faster she got in the sooner the pain would fade and be replaced with pleasure. At least that is what Willow had told her and Buffy would do anything for Willow.
Buffy had always been an extremely gentle lover, always afraid of hurting Willow. She had often waited for Willow to take the lead in their lovemaking. Willow had loved this about Buffy, but for Willow there was always something missing. Willow had been allowed by fate to see who she was in the darkest regions of her mind. She had sceen her vampire self and had never forgotten the truth about who she might have been. She was in fact more than "kinda gay." She had stepped into the “I am completely gay column” and never been happier. But there was an even darker side to Willow, the side that was offered the chance to become a vengeance demon, the side that wore leather as a Vampire.
Willow knew this side was there and it scared her. She had let Buffy in to see this side of herself. Buffy would never deny Willow anything. Buffy was also much stronger then most people, could heal quicker and take abuse on a daily basis and never flinched. And somehow because of this Willow felt safe enough with Buffy to let her guard down. It had been hard at first, more on Buffy than Willow. Buffy was so afraid of hurting her she could hardly enjoy the things they shared. It took years until they both were comfortable with each other to allow themselves to let go.
When they did, they discovered that they liked tender and slow sometimes, they also both like hard and rough. If fact, they both needed a little of everything. Buffy needed to be rough with Willow from time too, she needed to let go, "find the fun" as Faith would say. Willow loved it rough, but even more she liked to tease Buffy and be the aggressor, to control the Slayer, and to be conquered by the Slayer. Her Slayer.
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Willow had studied Buffy and Faith when she was in Med school and she was fascinated at what she found. Slayers were in truth not really human. They seemed human. Simple blood test showed only O negative blood type. Cat scans show a little over-active brain pattern but nothing out side of the human norm. The MRI's showed human structure, with slightly thicker bones in places. The difference was small but there. It wasn't until you looked at the DNA structure that the truth was scene. Slayers had XX chromasomes with an extra X chromasome and a fourth one that had never been classified. The DNA was entwined in a way that defied analysis. There were other differences as well, they had twice the number of adrenal glands as humans. Their bodies produced 4 times the amount of adrenaline than humans. Their brains had areas that worked in a slightly different pattern then humans.
There were other things that Willow had found. First, which amused Willow to no end was that Faith was right. Slaying does in fact make you “hungry and horny.” It was a reaction to the adrenaline in the slayers system. When a slayer was injured, there bodies boosted up their strength and stamina. It was like a last dig effort to save itself. Then after an hour or more when the Slayer was safe, or not needing the extra strength it collapsed. It just shut itself down and turned its efforts to healing the body. The up or down side of this is slayers went into almost coma range sleep. They could stay awake for long periods of time but when they let themselves sleep it was a deep, deep sleep. It also explained their prophetic dreams. Their brains went deep into the dream world. Willow had never told Buffy any of this, though she had spoken with Giles about it.
Somehow, she didn't think Buffy would like to learn that chimpanzees have a 2% difference in their DNA from the human race and Buffy had a 7% difference.
Willow was sure if nothing else she would pout for a day or two when she found out.
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At 7 AM Willow's alarm went off. Both women woke groggily. They had fallen asleep still wrapped around each other from their early morning tryst. It was a wonderful way to wake up. Buffy carefully withdrew from her lover.
Willow protested at the loss. “Damn what a way to die though,” Willow stated.
“Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?” Buffy asked, ever worried that her Slayer strength might hurt the one she loved.
“Hurt wasn't the word I was thinking of, did we really have that much record wining sex yesterday or was it just an incredibly wonderful dream?”
“Yesterday, last night, this morning...Yeah, I think it was you I was screwing. I hope it was you because if it was Xander I am killing myself.” Buffy rolled over and kissed Willow.
“I don't think we have the time or the stamina for that now, don't you think,” Willow pointed out the dildo laying on the edge of the bed.
“Oh, Yeah, I had better clean that. Are you really sore?”
“A little.”
Buffy just stared at her with her patented Buffy look that could cut the unprepared in half.
“OK, a lot but it was worth it. I love you Buffy Summers.”
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Somehow, Buffy had cleaned up last night's events including the bathroom floor, gotten Willow in the shower and dressed, and finally fed her breakfast. They had not discussed Willow's new job.
“Willow can I ride into work with you this morning? I have stuff to do in town.” Willow knew that Buffy just wanted to talk with her. Buffy did have her own car.
“It's sweet of you, but you really don't have to,” Willow answered.
“I want to, I love you and we might actually talk in the car.” At this Willow laughed.
“I don't know, we used to do some amazing things in Giles' and your mom's cars in college.” Willow replied.
“You want more sex after last night- Damn you are insatiable.”
“I want more sex from you, but give me a few hours honey.” Willow joked
“Hours?” Buffy was seriously startled.
“Talk, would be great” Willow said switching the subject. Willow also knew how guilty Buffy felt over her CIA job. Her arrest had wounded Buffy to her very core, but it wasn't Buffy's fault. It had been Willow breaking into the computer systems.
They headed out in Willow's car. They talked about groceries, how Buffy would get home, her mom's birthday. Anything but what they needed to talk about.
“Buffy you want to know how the job went yesterday?” Willow questioned, not being able to take the beating around the bush any more
“Yes,” The blond said sheepishly.
“It was fine, weird, but fine. The worst part was in personnel and this bitch named Rachel who did not want you to be my next of kin. Which by the way you are whether you like it or not.”
Buffy just smiled and squeezed Willow's hand. They both had been through personnel directors and paperwork mazes too many times before.
“Then I was in this big meeting where I clearly was the issue. Lots of big wigs. Lots of lectures. 'You are not to compromise the systems unless we tell you to' kind of thing.” Willow left out the part about them wanting her to move out and away from Buffy.
“Then they showed me my office and the labs. Gave me a stack of autopsy reports to read. That was the day pretty much.”
“So what exactly is it they want you to do. Autopsies on spies?” Buffy asked.
“No, I am working on something called Project Raven. The CIA is big on project names. It's mostly FBI people, some ATF, DEA, and military guys. It's like an X-Files kind of thing I think. They all work together on mysterious stuff. The cases they gave me to review were about drugs used in Haiti in Zombie ceremonies. At least that is the way they read. There is this DEA chemist studying the drugs used in Voodoo ceremonies. And they wanted me to read up on the cases attached. They are bringing me some bodies to autopsy today. Soldiers stationed in Haiti or the Dominican Republic. Details are scarce. Anyway, it's mostly toxicology stuff.”
“So they want you as a Doctor, not a hacker.”
“I think they want me as both. I really don't know what to make of it.” Willow dropped Buffy off at the Mall.
End Part 1
Continued in Part 2