Repost-ff: Willow Rosenberg, CIA Chapter one:

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Willow Rosenberg, CIA
Chapter One: Getting Started or How Not To Get A Job
Disclaimer: All BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
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.
Pairing: Willow/Buffy
Summary: Willow is out of medical school and has been forced to work for the
CIA. Buffy is not happy about it.
Rating: NC-17 
Thanks: Michael Alt, Dysfunctional Girl, Cheryl Hill and Quindo Ma for a
start. 
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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 it. 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 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-tiers of balconies that clearly
had offices and hallways woven amongst them. Potted plants hung from the
guardrails around the building. All in all, it was a very large building.

Willow wasn't a very large woman. At 5' 5" and 110 pounds she felt dwarfed
by the armed officers surrounding her. Willow had never been an assertive
person unless she was cornered. Then she became a formidable individual but
in the lobby of the Los Angeles FBI headquarters she felt like the little
girl at the water fountain in high school - the one Cordelia Chase said had
"seen the softer side of Sears." It took all her willpower 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 blonde behind the information desk repeated the oft-spoken
phrase "Can I help you?"

"Um, uh, yeah.. Uh, I'm Willow Rosenberg and I was told to report to the
information desk this morning" Willow shyly stammered.

"Are you a new employee?" the blonde asked in a way that clearly said 'I
hate temp secretarial help' as she began to prepare her computer by
entering a long password.

"Uh, yes" Willow managed to reply.

The blonde automatically repeated a line she must say a thousand times a
day. "I need a picture ID. Either a driver's license or passport."

Willow quickly got her driver's license out and handed it with a shaky hand
to the blonde. The blonde typed in the name from the driver's license.
Seconds after pressing 'enter' the blonde's body language changed. Willow
couldn't tell if it indicated fear or 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 blonde had seen to cause this reaction. 

"Dr. Rosenberg. We were told to expect you this morning. Morris will take
you to get your IDs." the receptionist finally responded. Willow noticed
the plural on the word IDs but asked no questions. "Then he'll take you to
personnel to file your W-2s. Personnel will see that you make it to the
director's office after that, ma'am."

An hour and half later she was sitting in the director's outer office with a
CIA badge clipped to her jacket and two different badges / IDs in her
pocket. One for the CIA and the second a FBI consultant's badge. Her W-2s
were filed although she had almost come to blows with "Rachel", the
personnel office worker, about her emergency number and beneficiary being
"whoever the hell she wanted them to be" instead of a relative. Not that
she had any relatives any more now that her parents were both dead. 

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They had survived on the Hellmouth all those years surrounded by demons and
vampires only to be killed by a 16 year-old drunken driver. Buffy had
become her family long before she had lost her parents though. Her mother
had even started calling Buffy by her real name instead of Bunny or Fluffy
or whatever name she picked for the day. Her father had been a lot better
about her life with Buffy. He actually liked the young blonde. 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 parents 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.

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"Dr. Rosenberg. Please come in." Willow was startled out of her daydream
and she quickly stood and walked into the director's 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. She forced herself to keep thinking,
"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. That's probably where the
desk is Willow thought.

"Dr. Rosenberg, this is Deputy Asst. Mark Richards." Willow shook his hand
as she was lead around the table. "This is Deputy Asst. Martha Rease. She
is head of the division you will be working with from time to time. 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
Col. Luggues.

Dr. Wheels was an older man in his mid to late 60s. 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 Marks spoke up. "Dr. Rosenberg has not only been into
our computer system, she has hacked into the FBI, World Bank, US Coast
Guard, Internal Revenue Service, US Postal Service, MI5 in England, Interpol
and the KGB computer systems just to name the few we know about." Charlie
was a bald man in his 40s who spent most of his time in the gym which is why
he was big, strong and muscular. 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 50s who was clearly disturbed by Willow's
exploits, asked "And why is she not in jail?"

"Martha, we went over this before but here it is again," Charlie answered.
He was clearly angered to be answering this question again for her. "She
broke into countless systems but she did not steal any money or secrets. As
far as we could find she received no personal 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 before we let her out in the world.
Most prisons have computers anyway."

Pamela Nichols, a tall brunette in her mid 30s spoke up. "Okay, so she
knows computers. I'm 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 Pamela asked of her.

"You are a medical doctor, Dr. Rosenberg? A board certified doctor?"

"Um, 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.

"Uh, no, I grew up on the Hellmouth" Willow answered before she knew what
she was saying. Thank the goddess I didn't say I was a witch Willow
thought, putting 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 than
normal rates of contact with occult phenomenon."

"Colbert's paper" Peter Wheels added as both men shook there heads like they
belonged to the same fraternity and no one else could join.

The director being 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 any questions then." 

Turning back to Willow the director continued, "Dr. Rosenberg, you will be
working on 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 even though you work for the CIA. You are considered on attached
service to the FBI because the CIA cannot operate within the boundaries of
the US without a lot of paperwork. That is why you are considered a
consultant." As an afterthought the director sternly added "And Dr.
Rosenberg, any misuse of the FBI resources will not be tolerated. That
means no surfing the net unless Pam, Charlie or Simon tells you to. Are we
clear?"

"Crystal, sir" Willow answered. She hated this and she wondered if this
would somehow hurt Buffy.

"I also understand your roommate has a history of trouble-making with 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 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. Is that understood?" The question was
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 found themselves sitting on opposite sides of
the table. The director sat back down between them. Willow figured she was
in for more lectures and wished she could crawl under the table and hide.

"First off, Willow ... Is it okay to call you that?" the director asked in a
soft, kind voice.

Willow was unsure of the direction he was going. "Yes sir" she replied.

"Call me 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 'within the law' is your private life but the
people you work with will learn about it and 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. If 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 past 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."

"Yes sir." 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 belongings
even after they had moved to a new house. 

"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 despite himself. "Care to explain?"

"Well, we met my sophomore year in high school and were best friends but we
weren't 'together' until just before our junior year in college even 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 honesty 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 out his
hand 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
work out, she will be the first to tell you. She seems to be an honest
person."


"I wear the cheese it does not wear me." Bald Man, Buffy the Vampire Slayer.