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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Andrew talks to (and flirts with) a cop.
Word Count: 1407
Rating: Teen (talking 'bout murders go awaY aDachI)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“Are you...supposed to be giving me these things?” he asks, fidgeting a little, because this Officer Davidson is handsome and he doesn’t want to get the guy in trouble even if police reports could be kinda useful (honestly, if they needed copies they could always just get Willow to hack the server; she’d been rusty to start with but she’d gotten a lot better once she got back into the swing of things)…
“Those are copies, and don’t worry, I wasn’t as blatant as photocopying all of these,” Officer Davidson (he can’t think of the guy as Jasper, he needs to retain that professional distance) responds with a smile. “Though I’m flattered by the fact that you’re worried about me.”
“Why are you giving these to me, then?” Andrew’s gotten a lot better about not being flustered but this officer is definitely getting to him. It might be the uniform.
The copper reaches out and taps his fingers on the files, as if to prove a point. “It’s the nature of the incidents. I didn’t mention it in the first report, but I’m almost certain that the case is a locked room mystery. Green won’t say it but she suspects the owner, though I wonder if that isn’t half his attitude. If not for the sharks, I might have agreed, but they almost appear like their stomachs exploded, and this isn’t some cartoon. Someone didn’t just stuff dynamite down their jaws.”
That does kind of sound like a spell, or maybe a demon, but that might just be because that’s Andrew’s area of expertise. He doesn’t say anything in response, which the officer takes as an invitation to continue.
“Unfortunately, the blood in the pool was found to be a mix of shark blood and that of a young man called Alexander Harris.” Andrew starts, eyes wide, and if the cop had come here to gather information he’s unfortunately getting more of it than planned. “This Harris from what I could find has ties to the Council, so I thought that I would warn you he’s wanted at the very least as a witness. I can also tell you that the research stolen was not to do with marine biology, but in fact had to do with his side job. Dr. Ackerman worked with me to build a list on a new group of magic-users calling themselves Stand Users. I suspect he wanted to share his results with someone not me, but I didn’t ask about that directly, as I have to be careful myself. Sharing information like this could get me in a lot of trouble if I wasn’t careful.”
Andrew opens his mouth only to be met by another smile. “I’m careful.” He shrugs and continues. “There’s more. The ashes and blood in that circle are being pushed as a satanic ritual angle by the media. I’m aware that amount of ash probably indicates a horde of vampires, but that much blood is too much to have come from a single Slayer, and the Council I knew wasn’t in the habit of taking matters into their own hands. You’ll be glad to hear that the DNA concealing spell worked. Similarly, the media seems to have convinced the public that the stunt with the statues is just that: a stunt. We both know better.”
“This isn’t Dr. Who. The world’s tech isn’t good enough we’ve got flying robots yet,” Andrew agrees, earning a brilliant smile before Davidson gets back to the serious conversation.
“There are several other copycat killings. The means of death are all different—a few are even being treated as suicides—but I put together the pattern of copycat deaths and a common thread between the victims. All had tried to adopt children, though it’s not probably a case of the adoptive children being fae or something as in some cases the adoptive children weren’t even alive at the time of death. Again, sounds like the Council’s sort of case. There’s someone who threw themselves in front of a lorry, but that might’ve just been an actual case of suicide as they weren’t an adoptive parent. I’ve found the bodies of known witches and demons, dead with no cause of death. The last one is more of an oddity than anything, but I thought I’d include it while I was at it—the death of artist Courtney Love. She wasn’t an adoptive parent like the others. She leapt to her death, and the fall killed her, but there was water in her lungs the first time the body was examined, and no sign of the water upon re-examination. It’s being treated as a mistake, but McLaren isn’t the type to make that kind of mistake. Love had just had a physical, and I’m informed the doctor found no sign of pneumonia then.”
Andrew blinks, confused.
“I wouldn’t have even have included it if my instincts hadn’t said there was more to this case than meets the eye…and if six bodies of young women hadn’t been found missing their eyes and with symptoms of drowning without a drop in their lungs at the old Council mansion.” The officer leans forward, eyes hard. “The last time this many Council bodies showed up, I was told the world was ending and I needed to stay away for my own safety. How bad is this going to get?”
Watcher Wells takes a moment to process, because that’s a lot to be told all at once and he really has to think through what he says next—“Lawyers also started a gang war in Italy,” he blurts accidentally and then finds himself blushing, because foot-in-mouth syndrome seems to be catching.
Officer Davidson stifles a snort, eyes crinkling up at the smile.
“Ah, Officer Davidson. I’m pleased you managed to avoid the attentions of the First,” Giles adds, and Andrew starts a little, sitting up straighter and brushing imaginary wrinkles out of his suit. He’s not sure if Giles doesn’t notice, or if Giles is just pretending not to notice to spare him embarrassment.
“Sir Giles. I remember you. Thanks for the warning. Am I allowed to know what happened with all that?” Officer Davidson rises a little from his seat, offering a hand for a handshake, which Giles accepts. Andrew is both pleased and a little embarrassed that Davidson is friendly and respectful but not flirty with Giles.
“Fortunately, the world didn’t end, and we were able to rebuild. There’s more than one Slayer in the world now, as you might have guessed. Unfortunately, someone managed to turn some of those Slayers into vampires, and in addition, the Wolfram & Hart lawyers seem to have made an enemy of a water demon—probably the same one that attacked the mansion. I believe it was looking for answers, as we did have research on Wolfram & Hart in the mansion.”
Davidson nods thoughtfully. “I have noticed more activity on their front as well, but Watcher Butterworth warned me it was better to not get involved there.”
“I’m sorry to inform you that Audrey is dead, though it is true, as someone without powers it’s better not to get involved with their firm.” Giles attempts a smile. “You’ll be glad to hear that we are most likely not on the verge of another apocalypse. We appreciate the information, as it brought to light a number of incidents we were not aware of. The only information we can really give you in return is that there is a new power akin to that of a witch that is highly dangerous, and a special arrow artifact unlocks that ability. Other than that, I can only promise you that we will look into and attempt to solve those incidents, and ask you to take care.”
Officer Davidson sighs but nods. “I would ask the both of you do the same, particularly you, Andrew, was it?” He stands, and smiles, and Andrew stammers.
“I’ll l-lead you out!” He almost knocks the chair over in his haste, and yet Officer Davidson doesn’t act like he’s a klutz or a burden.
“With such enthusiasm, how could I say no?”
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Andrew talks to (and flirts with) a cop.
Word Count: 1407
Rating: Teen (talking 'bout murders go awaY aDachI)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“I don’t have time to watch you read all of the case files, as much as I enjoy the view,” the police officer interrupts, and Andrew jumps. He’s never gotten to read things like this except in books and it’s fascinating seeing the real thing in person.
“Are you...supposed to be giving me these things?” he asks, fidgeting a little, because this Officer Davidson is handsome and he doesn’t want to get the guy in trouble even if police reports could be kinda useful (honestly, if they needed copies they could always just get Willow to hack the server; she’d been rusty to start with but she’d gotten a lot better once she got back into the swing of things)…
“Those are copies, and don’t worry, I wasn’t as blatant as photocopying all of these,” Officer Davidson (he can’t think of the guy as Jasper, he needs to retain that professional distance) responds with a smile. “Though I’m flattered by the fact that you’re worried about me.”
“Why are you giving these to me, then?” Andrew’s gotten a lot better about not being flustered but this officer is definitely getting to him. It might be the uniform.
The copper reaches out and taps his fingers on the files, as if to prove a point. “It’s the nature of the incidents. I didn’t mention it in the first report, but I’m almost certain that the case is a locked room mystery. Green won’t say it but she suspects the owner, though I wonder if that isn’t half his attitude. If not for the sharks, I might have agreed, but they almost appear like their stomachs exploded, and this isn’t some cartoon. Someone didn’t just stuff dynamite down their jaws.”
That does kind of sound like a spell, or maybe a demon, but that might just be because that’s Andrew’s area of expertise. He doesn’t say anything in response, which the officer takes as an invitation to continue.
“Unfortunately, the blood in the pool was found to be a mix of shark blood and that of a young man called Alexander Harris.” Andrew starts, eyes wide, and if the cop had come here to gather information he’s unfortunately getting more of it than planned. “This Harris from what I could find has ties to the Council, so I thought that I would warn you he’s wanted at the very least as a witness. I can also tell you that the research stolen was not to do with marine biology, but in fact had to do with his side job. Dr. Ackerman worked with me to build a list on a new group of magic-users calling themselves Stand Users. I suspect he wanted to share his results with someone not me, but I didn’t ask about that directly, as I have to be careful myself. Sharing information like this could get me in a lot of trouble if I wasn’t careful.”
Andrew opens his mouth only to be met by another smile. “I’m careful.” He shrugs and continues. “There’s more. The ashes and blood in that circle are being pushed as a satanic ritual angle by the media. I’m aware that amount of ash probably indicates a horde of vampires, but that much blood is too much to have come from a single Slayer, and the Council I knew wasn’t in the habit of taking matters into their own hands. You’ll be glad to hear that the DNA concealing spell worked. Similarly, the media seems to have convinced the public that the stunt with the statues is just that: a stunt. We both know better.”
“This isn’t Dr. Who. The world’s tech isn’t good enough we’ve got flying robots yet,” Andrew agrees, earning a brilliant smile before Davidson gets back to the serious conversation.
“There are several other copycat killings. The means of death are all different—a few are even being treated as suicides—but I put together the pattern of copycat deaths and a common thread between the victims. All had tried to adopt children, though it’s not probably a case of the adoptive children being fae or something as in some cases the adoptive children weren’t even alive at the time of death. Again, sounds like the Council’s sort of case. There’s someone who threw themselves in front of a lorry, but that might’ve just been an actual case of suicide as they weren’t an adoptive parent. I’ve found the bodies of known witches and demons, dead with no cause of death. The last one is more of an oddity than anything, but I thought I’d include it while I was at it—the death of artist Courtney Love. She wasn’t an adoptive parent like the others. She leapt to her death, and the fall killed her, but there was water in her lungs the first time the body was examined, and no sign of the water upon re-examination. It’s being treated as a mistake, but McLaren isn’t the type to make that kind of mistake. Love had just had a physical, and I’m informed the doctor found no sign of pneumonia then.”
Andrew blinks, confused.
“I wouldn’t have even have included it if my instincts hadn’t said there was more to this case than meets the eye…and if six bodies of young women hadn’t been found missing their eyes and with symptoms of drowning without a drop in their lungs at the old Council mansion.” The officer leans forward, eyes hard. “The last time this many Council bodies showed up, I was told the world was ending and I needed to stay away for my own safety. How bad is this going to get?”
Watcher Wells takes a moment to process, because that’s a lot to be told all at once and he really has to think through what he says next—“Lawyers also started a gang war in Italy,” he blurts accidentally and then finds himself blushing, because foot-in-mouth syndrome seems to be catching.
Officer Davidson stifles a snort, eyes crinkling up at the smile.
“Ah, Officer Davidson. I’m pleased you managed to avoid the attentions of the First,” Giles adds, and Andrew starts a little, sitting up straighter and brushing imaginary wrinkles out of his suit. He’s not sure if Giles doesn’t notice, or if Giles is just pretending not to notice to spare him embarrassment.
“Sir Giles. I remember you. Thanks for the warning. Am I allowed to know what happened with all that?” Officer Davidson rises a little from his seat, offering a hand for a handshake, which Giles accepts. Andrew is both pleased and a little embarrassed that Davidson is friendly and respectful but not flirty with Giles.
“Fortunately, the world didn’t end, and we were able to rebuild. There’s more than one Slayer in the world now, as you might have guessed. Unfortunately, someone managed to turn some of those Slayers into vampires, and in addition, the Wolfram & Hart lawyers seem to have made an enemy of a water demon—probably the same one that attacked the mansion. I believe it was looking for answers, as we did have research on Wolfram & Hart in the mansion.”
Davidson nods thoughtfully. “I have noticed more activity on their front as well, but Watcher Butterworth warned me it was better to not get involved there.”
“I’m sorry to inform you that Audrey is dead, though it is true, as someone without powers it’s better not to get involved with their firm.” Giles attempts a smile. “You’ll be glad to hear that we are most likely not on the verge of another apocalypse. We appreciate the information, as it brought to light a number of incidents we were not aware of. The only information we can really give you in return is that there is a new power akin to that of a witch that is highly dangerous, and a special arrow artifact unlocks that ability. Other than that, I can only promise you that we will look into and attempt to solve those incidents, and ask you to take care.”
Officer Davidson sighs but nods. “I would ask the both of you do the same, particularly you, Andrew, was it?” He stands, and smiles, and Andrew stammers.
“I’ll l-lead you out!” He almost knocks the chair over in his haste, and yet Officer Davidson doesn’t act like he’s a klutz or a burden.
“With such enthusiasm, how could I say no?”
