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FIC: Girls' Day Out - Willow/NCIS - tth100
Brought to you from the snowy (sorta) hills of Aspen (well, Snowmass, really), I give you.....
ETA: The actual beta-ed version. *facepalm*
Title: Girls' Day Out (Willow/NCIS)
Series: Connections #32
Author: Lyl (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lyl_devil)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt – 052: Evil
Words: 966
Summary: Familiarity with the NCIS agent had taught her that Kate was amused and gleeful, and that Willow was about to be talked into something she didn't want to do.
Thanks toidontlikegravy for the beta.
~!~
“We need to get you some knockout clothes,” said Kate, pointing her spoon at Willow. Kate had a serious expression on her face, but Willow knew from experience that facial expressions meant almost nothing. Familiarity with the NCIS agent had taught her that Kate was amused and gleeful, and that Willow was about to be talked into something she didn't want to do.
“Totally!” came agreement from Abby, and Willow resigned herself to an afternoon of shopping.
Willow had been invited to a Girls' Day Out with Kate and Abby, ostensibly to make up for the ruined spa weekend from a few weeks ago. She'd been hesitant at first, her mind filling with remembered images of boy talk and shopping with Buffy – and sometimes Cordelia or Anya – where she'd be badgered into trying on clothes Buffy thought would look perfect on her, but were more Buffy's style than Willow's.
“I don't know,” she said hesitantly, trying to find some way out of it though knowing she was doomed.
She didn't know when it had happened, but somewhere between the ice cream sundaes and ogling the waiter's butt, the conversation had drifted to clothes. Kate had admitted that she liked the NCIS dress code more than the Secret Service one, which Abby had scoffed at.
“Of course you do, you get to wear actual colour and non-shape-hiding clothes!”
The next thing Willow knew, they were talking about Willow's wardrobe. That's when she made her first – and biggest – mistake. She'd admitted that the clothes she wore for work were the first one's she'd bought in years, and that everything else she had felt to 'young' for her. This summer had changed her, giving her more confidence in herself as she made friends in Washington. There was no Buffy or Xander around to be a buffer between her and the rest of the world. She had to do it all on her own, and once she realized that the meek, shy nerd from high school was unknown out here, things seemed to go easier. There were no preconceived ideas about her from people who had known her her entire life.
There was a type of freedom in that, which Willow enjoyed once she realized it. She was becoming a New Willow, and liked it.
But that didn't mean New Willow was excited about going shopping with these two women. Previous experience in Sunnydale had had a lasting impression.
“So, I have a question,” Willow put in desperately, pointedly changing the subject before it could go any further. By the look passed between Kate and Abby, the shopping trip had only been reinforced. “It's about Agent McGee.”
That got their attention in a way she wasn't sure she liked.
“What about McGee?” asked Kate slowly, like she was approaching a ticking time bomb.
“Is he seeing anyone? Like romantically?” she asked, only realizing at their wide eyes what it sounded like. “Not for me! Really, not me – cause I'm totally not his type. I just...have a friend – a friend who wants to know.”
Right. That didn't sound fake at all she thought, mentally slapping her forehead.
“Why? And who is this 'friend'?” asked Abby, a dangerous undercurrent in her voice. Willow knew that Abby was friends with McGee, but that didn't explain the level of protectiveness in the lab tech.
“Just...someone at work.”
“Work?” asked Kate, eyebrow raising slightly.
“Well, he sees him around and since I talk to you guys all the time, he hoped I could find out if-”
“Wait, 'he'?” said Kate, her spoon dropping with a clang into the bowl of melting ice cream.
“Ye-es,” said Willow, drawing the word out in confusion. She hadn't thought that either of them would have a problem with it, seeing as they worked with McGee on a regular basis.
“What's this 'he' thing? McGee doesn't go for guys,” said Abby, her face wrinkled in confusion.
“Are you sure?” Willow asked, “Because that's not what I heard.”
“What have you heard?” asked Kate curiously, tilting her head.
“That Agent McGee is gay,” said Willow slowly, uncertain whether she should continue. “Is it supposed to be a secret? Because it's all over the building.”
“Where did you hear this?” asked Abby, still looking confused.
“Several places,” replied Willow, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “It's from a very reliable source,” she added defensively.
“From who?” asked Kate, disbelief colouring her voice.
“Agent DiNozzo,” Willow said uneasily, because Kate and Abby were acting weird. They weren't acting like 'oh-my-god-I-didn't-know-this-explains-so-much', but more 'where-the-hell-did-this-bizarre-idea-come-from'. That got Willow thinking furiously, tracing the spider web that was the gossip pipeline at NCIS until she figured out the source.
“He told Lany Allen down in Payroll,” she said in an 'a-ha!' voice, everything coming together. Because you didn't tell Lany Allen anything unless you wanted every person in NCIS to know inside an hour.
“Oh my God! This explains that weird conversation with Palmer last week!” said Abby, throwing her head back and laughing.
“So, it's not true?” Willow asked tentatively, licking the last of the chocolate sauce off her own spoon.
“Not even,” said Abby, the smug tone of voice and slight smile conveying her absolute certainty of that fact.
Interesting, thought Willow.
“Tony is going to be in so much trouble when McGee finds out,” added Kate, a smile of glee lighting her face as she scooped more ice cream out of her dish.
Willow thanked every god and goddess she'd ever heard of that she wasn't on Kate's hit list.
Though, now she had to tell Nathan that his desperate crush on the field agent was going to forever remain unrequited.
END
ETA: The actual beta-ed version. *facepalm*
Title: Girls' Day Out (Willow/NCIS)
Series: Connections #32
Author: Lyl (
lyl_devil)Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt – 052: Evil
Words: 966
Summary: Familiarity with the NCIS agent had taught her that Kate was amused and gleeful, and that Willow was about to be talked into something she didn't want to do.
Thanks to
idontlikegravy for the beta.~!~
“We need to get you some knockout clothes,” said Kate, pointing her spoon at Willow. Kate had a serious expression on her face, but Willow knew from experience that facial expressions meant almost nothing. Familiarity with the NCIS agent had taught her that Kate was amused and gleeful, and that Willow was about to be talked into something she didn't want to do.
“Totally!” came agreement from Abby, and Willow resigned herself to an afternoon of shopping.
Willow had been invited to a Girls' Day Out with Kate and Abby, ostensibly to make up for the ruined spa weekend from a few weeks ago. She'd been hesitant at first, her mind filling with remembered images of boy talk and shopping with Buffy – and sometimes Cordelia or Anya – where she'd be badgered into trying on clothes Buffy thought would look perfect on her, but were more Buffy's style than Willow's.
“I don't know,” she said hesitantly, trying to find some way out of it though knowing she was doomed.
She didn't know when it had happened, but somewhere between the ice cream sundaes and ogling the waiter's butt, the conversation had drifted to clothes. Kate had admitted that she liked the NCIS dress code more than the Secret Service one, which Abby had scoffed at.
“Of course you do, you get to wear actual colour and non-shape-hiding clothes!”
The next thing Willow knew, they were talking about Willow's wardrobe. That's when she made her first – and biggest – mistake. She'd admitted that the clothes she wore for work were the first one's she'd bought in years, and that everything else she had felt to 'young' for her. This summer had changed her, giving her more confidence in herself as she made friends in Washington. There was no Buffy or Xander around to be a buffer between her and the rest of the world. She had to do it all on her own, and once she realized that the meek, shy nerd from high school was unknown out here, things seemed to go easier. There were no preconceived ideas about her from people who had known her her entire life.
There was a type of freedom in that, which Willow enjoyed once she realized it. She was becoming a New Willow, and liked it.
But that didn't mean New Willow was excited about going shopping with these two women. Previous experience in Sunnydale had had a lasting impression.
“So, I have a question,” Willow put in desperately, pointedly changing the subject before it could go any further. By the look passed between Kate and Abby, the shopping trip had only been reinforced. “It's about Agent McGee.”
That got their attention in a way she wasn't sure she liked.
“What about McGee?” asked Kate slowly, like she was approaching a ticking time bomb.
“Is he seeing anyone? Like romantically?” she asked, only realizing at their wide eyes what it sounded like. “Not for me! Really, not me – cause I'm totally not his type. I just...have a friend – a friend who wants to know.”
Right. That didn't sound fake at all she thought, mentally slapping her forehead.
“Why? And who is this 'friend'?” asked Abby, a dangerous undercurrent in her voice. Willow knew that Abby was friends with McGee, but that didn't explain the level of protectiveness in the lab tech.
“Just...someone at work.”
“Work?” asked Kate, eyebrow raising slightly.
“Well, he sees him around and since I talk to you guys all the time, he hoped I could find out if-”
“Wait, 'he'?” said Kate, her spoon dropping with a clang into the bowl of melting ice cream.
“Ye-es,” said Willow, drawing the word out in confusion. She hadn't thought that either of them would have a problem with it, seeing as they worked with McGee on a regular basis.
“What's this 'he' thing? McGee doesn't go for guys,” said Abby, her face wrinkled in confusion.
“Are you sure?” Willow asked, “Because that's not what I heard.”
“What have you heard?” asked Kate curiously, tilting her head.
“That Agent McGee is gay,” said Willow slowly, uncertain whether she should continue. “Is it supposed to be a secret? Because it's all over the building.”
“Where did you hear this?” asked Abby, still looking confused.
“Several places,” replied Willow, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “It's from a very reliable source,” she added defensively.
“From who?” asked Kate, disbelief colouring her voice.
“Agent DiNozzo,” Willow said uneasily, because Kate and Abby were acting weird. They weren't acting like 'oh-my-god-I-didn't-know-this-explains-so-much', but more 'where-the-hell-did-this-bizarre-idea-come-from'. That got Willow thinking furiously, tracing the spider web that was the gossip pipeline at NCIS until she figured out the source.
“He told Lany Allen down in Payroll,” she said in an 'a-ha!' voice, everything coming together. Because you didn't tell Lany Allen anything unless you wanted every person in NCIS to know inside an hour.
“Oh my God! This explains that weird conversation with Palmer last week!” said Abby, throwing her head back and laughing.
“So, it's not true?” Willow asked tentatively, licking the last of the chocolate sauce off her own spoon.
“Not even,” said Abby, the smug tone of voice and slight smile conveying her absolute certainty of that fact.
Interesting, thought Willow.
“Tony is going to be in so much trouble when McGee finds out,” added Kate, a smile of glee lighting her face as she scooped more ice cream out of her dish.
Willow thanked every god and goddess she'd ever heard of that she wasn't on Kate's hit list.
Though, now she had to tell Nathan that his desperate crush on the field agent was going to forever remain unrequited.
END