Who's to Blame
Title: Who's to Blame
Rating: FR 15
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #20; Navy & Magic #2
FFA Pairing: Wesley/Gibbs
Summary: Gibbs talks to Wesley about the attack on Abby
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal blog, if you are so inclined.
Wesley eyed Agent Gibbs, wondering why they hadn't separated him and Spike until now. Mayhap to try and see what we'd say to each other with no one else around,
he thought as Gibbs took a sip from his coffee cup and glanced up from the file he'd been reading in front of him.
“A British national working for Wolfram and Hart- why the hell shouldn't I lock you away just for that?” he demanded coldly.
Wes fought the urge to smirk and only shrugged. “Wolfram and Hart LA is now a separate entity from the rest of the firm as of 2004- you might want to update your information.”
Gibbs merely raised a brow in his direction. “So then what were you and your friend doing in the alley behind Toreador
? Witnesses stated that you two were fighting a couple of guys who'd tried to attack our lab tech Miss Sciuto.”
“How is she, by the way? Did she make it out okay? I heard she'd hit her head when the boys attacked her,” the former Watcher put in, leaning forward intently.
“Ah yes, those boys
that they said you were fighting. Funny thing about that- we looked at the security footage and they don't show where those two men ran to after being in that dead end alleyway,” Gibbs commented with an air of confusion. Just then, there was a knock on the door and DiNozzo poked his head in and motioned to the older man.
“Ah Boss, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce's attorney is here,” he whispered in his ear.
Jethro frowned. Everything about this case seemed off somehow and now the prime suspects lawyer up with high priced company lawyers. His gut was going crazy. “Send him in,” he told the younger agent then turned back to Wesley. “I'll give you and counsel a few minutes to confer,” he said and walked out, frustration clear on his face.