FF: "Firstborn." Chapter 10

["Elaine Dalier'" <ellie_dee@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

TITLE: "Firstborn." (Chapter 10/?)
AUTHOR: Ellie Dee
EMAIL: Ellie_Dee@xxxxxxxxxxx
CATEGORY: X-Files/Buffy the Vampire Slayer X-over.
RATING: PG13-R
SUMMARY: A pair of murders and a kidnapping in Sunnydale strikes close
to home with Agent Scully and the Scooby Gang. Can they work together to
solve the case before a young girl dies?
SPOILERS: Consider anything up to and including Season 3 on BtVS or
Season 6 on the X-Files fair game.
DISCLAIMER: Any characters you've heard mentioned on TV were created and
owned by Joss Whedon, Chris Carter, Fox, WB AND UPN. They just decided to
come visit and play with the beings inhabiting my rather warped mind.
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"Firstborn." (cont.)
By: Ellie Dee

Chapter 10.


Sunnydale High School.
0905Hrs.

While on the way to the school, Mulder and Brenner had agreed that they 
would
speak with Rupert Giles before they began interviewing the rest of the 
faculty
and student body. So, just as first period was ending, the two Feds 
found
themselves outside the schools library.

Upon entering, both agents thought the library was deserted. Then from the
far end of the room they heard a voice.

"Yes, well thank you Adam. Still, I do appreciate your help. Certainly,
that would be wonderful, the next time you're over here we must get 
together.
Yes, well goodbye."

"So Giles, this Piedmont guy have anything for us?"

"Pierson, Buffy. Adam Pierson. And no, he hadn't come across anything."

"Morning Rupert," said Brenner as he and Mulder entered the librarian's
office.

"Ah Michael, good to see you. Buffy had just mentioned that the two of you
ran into one another last night."

"Yeah, we came across her and Harris over at Willow's," replied the senior
agent.

"So that's where he was."

At the sound everyone turned.

In the doorway stood a young woman with long dark brown hair and designer
clothes. With her was a young man who barely came up to her shoulder, and
whose green hair was short and spiky.

"Ah, good morning Cordelia, Oz."

"Look, have any of you seen Xander? He didn't come over last night and he
wasn't in Homeroom this morning." Then in a more subdued voice she added,
"And I'm getting kinda worried."

"Yeah, he wasn't in first period either," added Oz. Then almost to himself
he said, "English just wasn't the same."

At that moment the main doors to the library were pushed open and in walked
Xander himself, carrying a large thermos and a box of donuts.

"Have no fear the Donut Man is here! Bringing you hot gooeyliscious goodness
fresh from the deep fryer. Hey G-man!" Setting the thermos and the box of
donuts on the large table in the center of the room, Xander then noticed
Brenner and Mulder standing off to the side. "If I'd known you two were
coming I'd a brought more......or maybe I woulda just hid these."

"Harris," said Brenner with obviously no patience, "just drop the cop and
donut jokes, ok?"

"Sorry," replied Xander with a smile.

"Hey lame-o," said Cordelia showing no sign of her previous concern. "Der 
Fuhrer
already has it in for you. So you don't need to make things worse by 
skipping
class."

"As much as it pains me to say this," added Giles, "she's right Xander. 
You're
endangering your educational fut...."

"I got jelly filled," said Xander as he waved a donut at the Watcher.

Leaping forward, Buffy snatched the cake out of the her friends hand. 
"Jelly
filled, thanks Xander!"

Glancing back and forth between Xander and the donut box, Giles continued, 
"Ah,
yes. Well, I suppose we can mark your behavior down to youthful 
exuberance
and all." He then quickly reached into the box and removed a donut. 
"Actually,
I prefer sprinkles."

Turning, Giles then retreated into his office.

"See Cor. There's no problem that can't be solved by large quantities of 
sugar."

"Whatever!" replied Cordelia as she browsed through the box for something 
low
calorie.

For the next few minutes the Feds and the Scoobies helped themselves. Then 
when
Giles returned with his ever present cup of tea, Brenner was bringing 
everyone
up to speed.

"Oh yeah, Rupert this is Special Agent Fox Mulder," said Brenner around a 
mouthful
of donut. "He and his partner were sent out here from Washington to assist 
with
the case."

"It's a pleasure to finally get to speak with you Dr. Giles," said Mulder as 
he
stepped forward.

"Oh?" replied the Watcher, somewhat taken aback at being addressed by his 
proper
title.

"Yes sir, I've wanted to speak with you ever since I sat in on some of 
your
lectures while I was a student at Oxford."

"Fox Mulder?...Dr. Fox Mulder?" asked the Watcher. "Author of 'Serial 
Killers
and the Occult: A Comprehensive Overview.'?"

"Yes sir," replied Mulder as they shook hands, "you've heard of it?"

"A very interesting work. I also found your insights into the mind of Monte
Propps to be quite....terrifying."

"And this from a man who refers to grave robbery as 'new and interesting,' "
remarked the Queen of Sunnydale.

"Dr. Giles?" asked Xander somewhat confused.

"Yes, Dr. Giles," replied the Watcher patiently. "After all, you don't
think that they would let just anyone become the curator of the British
Museum."

Seeing the look forming on Xander's face, Giles added, "And no, you may
not begin calling me Dr. G."

Before anything else could be said, the main doors to the library were
pushed open and in walked Principal Snyder.

"There you are Harris, I knew I'd find you here."

Walking up to Xander, Snyder continued, "So, you think skipping class is
funny? Well let's see how funny a weeks detention sounds. No, better yet,
a weeks suspension sounds even better."

Looking around the room, Snyder added, "How about we make that a weeks
suspension for all of you?"

"And you two," said Snyder as he turned to face Brenner and Mulder.
"You're not suppose to be here. Visitors are suppose to sign in at the
office when they arrive. So you're going to have to leave."

Brenner began taking out his ID so that he could introduce Mulder and
himself when he was interrupted by Snyder.

"I know who you two are. I just can't understand why the government is
wasting taxpayer money like this."

"Mr. Snyder," Brenner began.

"That's Principal Snyder."

Pausing to collect his thoughts, Brenner continued, "Principal Snyder,
it seems to me that an educator such as yourself would be sensitive to
all the bad publicity that would be generated from not appearing to
cooperate with authorities in anyway possible."

"Not to mention all the trouble you'll be in when people learn about
your criminal record," added Mulder.

"Wwwwhat criminal record?" sputtered Snyder. "I don't have a criminal
record."

"You're right, you don't have one.....yet. But you will as soon as
Special Agent Mulder and I arrest you."

"Arrest me? For what?" demanded Snyder.

"Oh let's see; Interfering with a criminal investigation, Tampering
with witnesses, Unwillingness to cooperate with law enforcement
officials. With good behavior you probably won't have to serve more
than 8 or 9 years." Added Mulder helpfully.

"And even if you aren't convicted, the papers will have a field day
reporting how the principal of Sunnydale High School had no desire to
help authorities discover identities of who killed two prominent
citizens and kidnapped their daughter," concluded Brenner.

"You'll be so unpopular," said Mulder, "you won't be able to get a
job in this town as a bartender."

Snyder looked as if he were about to have a heart attack when Brenner
quietly added, "I'm certain that a man in your position wouldn't want
any of this to get out, now would you? So take my advice and back off!"

Taking a step back as if he were physically struck, the little troll
of a man took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Fine, have it your way. Go ahead and talk to Harris and all his
slacker friends. I wouldn't be surprised to find out they were the ones
that did the killings. They probably killed the girl too, you just
haven't found her body yet."

Then as Snyder turned and headed towards the door, he said "Probably find
her dead in a ditch somewhere. And if you ask me, she got what she
deserved. Not interested in sports, doesn't sell Band Candy, no school
spirit. Definite criminal slacker type."

Seconds later the library doors swung shut as Principal Snyder left.

After a moment or two all were shocked when the silence was broken by
Mulder exclaiming, "What a FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

"You know Mulder," said Brenner. "I have to agree with you. That guy
is a classic Anal Retentive Reprobate."

"Actually, I think Fucking Asshole has a nice ring to it," said Buffy
cheerfully.

Mulder noticed that everyone present was nodding thoughtfully, as if
they were in agreement with the Buffy's comment.


~*~


Carlton Memorial Hospital
0955Hrs.

Walking down the main hallway leading to the Kern County Morgue it took
all of Scully's concentration to keep her knees from shaking.

I swear, she thought, after this I will never complain about Mulder's
driving again. Nomura must have been doing ninety the entire way here.

As they entered the Morgue itself, Scully and Nomura were greeted by a
loud blaring wall of sound.

To Scully it sounded like a large angry cat was being strangled to the
beat of some ungodly heavy metal song. All the while, Nomura simply
stood there with his eyes half closed, nodding his head in time to the
beat.

Doesn't anyone listen to the Eagles anymore? she thought.

As the song ended, Nomura lead Scully over to the side of the room to
an office. The lettering on the door read simply Coroner.

Knocking on the door frame Nomura and Scully entered the office. Inside
they found a man with long dark brown hair braided into something
similar to dreadlocks. He was dressed in surgical scrubs with black and
white high top tennis shoes and had his left eyebrow pierced. He was also
holding a set of bagpipes.

The man tucked his instrument underneath his left arm and took Nomura's
outstretched hand.

"Yo, Squid! 'bout time you showed up." Then sparing Scully a long
appreciative look, he asked, "Who's the babe?"

"Man Hiv," Nomura groaned. "Jon, this is Dr. Dana Scully, she's a
Special Agent with the Bureau. Scully this is Dr. Jonathan Davis, the
Kern County Coroner."

Looking embarassed, Dr. Davis took Scully's hand and said sincerely "My
apologies Doctor."

"Doctor."

"Oh and Hiv, she's one of your people."

"A fellow ghoul? Welcome!" said the young coroner as he ushered the
two agents over to his desk. Along the way Nomura removed a pitcher bearing
the International Biohazard Symbol, from a nearby refrigerator.

He then filled a large oversized cup he found on the counter. Replacing the
pitcher, Nomura then joined his collegue.

As he sat down he saw Scully stare at him with a raised eyebrow,
Nomura explained, "I prefer ice tea, I can't stand coffee."

Placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of Scully, Dr. Davis then sat
down and enjoyed a long sip. "Ted, you don't know what you're missing.
This is Fred's own blend."

"Look Hiv, I love Durst's taste in music. I just can't stand his favorite
beverage. By the way, that was new wasn't it?"

"Yeah, they sent me a demo disk to listen to. I had to see what it would
sound like with bagpipes."

Before she could stop herself, Scully blurted out "Why bagpipes?"

The two friends looked at Scully as if she had grown a second head, then
Davis answered, "Why not? I mean, bagpipes are a dope ass instrument."

At that moment Scully could feel the beginnings of what she refered to
as a "Mulder Headache."

"So Dr. Scully, from what Ted's told me you want to perform the autopsies
on the Rosenbergs."

"That is if you don't mind," added the redhaired agent. "I don't want to
run you out of your own morgue."

"Thanks, appreciate that," replied the male coroner. "You can take lead
as long as you don't mind me sticking my nose in while I help."

With a slight smile Scully nodded her thanks.


~*~


About half an hour later Scully and Dr. Davis were performing a
preliminary exam of Ira Rosenberg when Agent Nomura spoke up.

"Damn, that's cool."

"What is it Agent Nomura?" Scully snapped.

Pointing at the body, Nomura explained. "I just realized that I went
to school with this guy."

"Ted," said Dr. Davis, "what are you talking about? This dude's like
20 years older than you."

Shaking his head, the asian agent went on, "I don't mean with
Dr. Rosenberg. I mean the guy that killed him."

Hearing this both Scully and Davis stared at the young agent.

Bending over so he could better examine the deceased's neck, the
young agent nodded his head, "Yeah, 'Assassination 101'." Looking up
at his audience of two, he explained.

"See, whenever you go through any of the different Special Ops.
schools, one of the classes they give you involves disposing of bad
guys as quietly and quickly as possible."

"No matter who's giving the class or what they call it, the people
in the class always end up giving it a name. 'Murder For Fun And Profit,'
'Assassination 101,' you know, that sort of thing."

"In class they give you like a gazillion ways to kill someone. So
when you get into the real world and you need to silence somebody,
you won't stop to think about what to do, you simply react."

"Do you mean you actually know the man that did this?" Scully asked
in disbelief.

"Not exactly Doc. But I can tell you that whoever did this went to the
same 'Wet Work' schools I did. He or she's either a spook with one
of the Alphabet Agencies; CIA, NSA, or an operator with some group like
the SEAL's or Special Forces."

"Can you tell us anything else about this?" his fellow agent asked.

"Well," Nomura said after several seconds. "I'll tell you this
much. This was considered one of the weirder techniques they taught
us."

"How so?" Asked Scully fascinated.

"We use to think they came up with this one as a joke. See, this
one was designed so you could silence someone one handed."

Staring back at her fellow agent, Scully gave a very unlady like
snort of disbelief. "Oh please! There is no way you can break
someones neck with one hand, at least anyone but a child's."

Though his smile never wavered, Scully thought she could see a
glint in his eye that hadn't been there earlier.

"Really," he said quietly. Then turning to Dr. Davis, the young agent
asked, "Hey Jon, want to give me a hand with this?"

Looking back at his friend, the Kern County Coroner replied, "Nooo, not
really." Then he slowly shook his head in resignation.

As Davis walked over, Nomura reached out as if he wished to shake his
friends hand. Then, almost quicker than the eye could follow, Nomura
threw his right arm around the young doctors neck grabbing his friends
chin.

Suddenly, in a single motion, the young agent had pulled Davis close
until they were chest to chest, and at the same time twisted the doctor's
head to a painful angle.

Scully could see that Dr. Davis was struggling in Agent Nomura's grip
and that he was unable to get free. The only sound the male doctor was
able to make was a strangled, "Grrr argh."

"Now you see Doc," Nomura began conversationally, "Once you get to this
point, all you need to do is rotate the targets head another 2 to 3
degrees and you sever their spinal cord between the third and fourth
Cervical Vertebrae. Death is immediate."

A cold chill ran down Scully's spine as she watched the young agent. She
could tell he was quite serious AND speaking from experience.

Nomura was quite literaly less than an inch from breaking his friends
neck. Yet he was calm, and sounded as if he were talking to a friend
about a football game.

"See," Nomura added as he released his friend, "it's not really all that
hard. You just have to know what to do."

Rubbing his throat, Dr. Davis made his way over to the refrigerator in
the corner of the room. All the way there he couldn't help but think
that he should have taken Fred's advice and stayed with the band.

As Nomura took a drink from his iced tea, Scully looked him in the eye
and said, "You've done this before."

Shaking his head, Nomura replied, "Not this technique, but...yeah, let's
just say I've done some 'Wet Work' in my time."

"How many?" asked Scully after a moment.

As the ex-SEAL turned to face her, Scully could see that his expression
had become very serious. And in a quiet voice he said, "Well Doc, I could
tell you....but then I'd have to kill you."

Then after a few seconds, a smile began to form.


~*~


Elsewhere.

When Willow came to she was back in her cell. Her head hurt, her eyes
couldn't stand the light and worst of all every muscle, every joint
in her body ached.

Closing her eyes, she again tried her Wiccan meditation technique. After
several moments Willow could feel herself slowly beginning to sink into
a more peaceful state, when suddenly she heard someone speak.

"You're pretty."

Opening her eyes, Willow could see that she wasn't alone. At the end of
her bed sat a little girl. She looked to be about 5 years old and had
short red hair. Around her neck was a fine gold chain holding a tiny
gold cross.

"Wwwhat?"

"I said you're pretty."

"Uhh, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"What are you....?"

"Mommy's looking for you."

Shaking her head, Willow said, "I don't understand."

"Mommy, she's nearby and she's looking for you. She'll make the bad
people stop hurting you."

Slowly Willow tried to take all this in. But between the drugs and the
taser blasts she was still pretty dazed. Willow knew that she had never
seen this little girl before, but for some reason she seemed familiar.

Suddenly the little girl looked to the cell door. When she turned back
to face Willow she said, "I have to go now, they're coming back for you."
Standing up she slowly walked towards the door.

Quickly, Willow got to her feet. Still dizzy, she held onto the wall to
keep from falling.

"Wait! Will I ever see you again?"

The younger redhead turned back and looked at Willow with a serious
expression on her face.

"I don't know, maybe after Mommy finds you," she said. "Could you do
something for me, please?"

"If I can. What is it?"

"Mommy's always so sad and sometimes she can't hear me. Could you tell her
I love her?"

"But what's your name?" asked the young Wicca.

Smiling, the little girl looked up at Willow and said, "Silly, I'm Emily."
She then began to fade away as the cell door opened.



End of Chapter 10.


Peace and love,
Ellie Dee;)


True love is like morphine.
One taste and you are enslaved.
-LaCroix
"Forever Knight."


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