Nothing to See Here, Officer

Willow stared in horror at her uncle, who was staring with horror at the dishes in the sink that were doing their best to clean themselves.

Clean. Themselves.

She was so stupid. How could she be so careless!

She'd meant to have everything cleaned up and put away by the time he got home, but she'd gotten so caught up that she hadn't even thought twice about using the dish washing spell. She'd used it a hundred times before in Sunnydale, and never had a problem.

But that had been her biggest mistake - forgetting that this wasn't Sunnydale. And her Uncle Jethro had no idea about witches and magic.

Well, before right this minute, anyways.

How was she going to explain this without sounding crazy. And how could he accept it all, without thinking both of them crazy.

He was an ex-Marine. An NCIS agent who worked on fact and evidence and science. If you couldn't prove it, he didn't believe in it.

"Willow?" he called out in a wary voice, his eyes never leaving the sink full of self-propelling pots and pans.

A quick flick of her wrist, and the spell dissipated, causing the dishes to crash into the sink, sending soapy water over the edge, onto the floor.

"Yes, Uncle Jethro?" she replied, in her calmest, most innocent voice.

That's right. Nothing to see here. Those dishes weren't just washing themselves - no, sirree!

"What in the hell is going on." he asked her, in an equally calm voice.

"Whatever do you mean, Uncle Jethro?" Willow answered back, still holding on to the slim hope that she could imagine this away.

His narrow-eyed gaze landed straight onto her, and she knew the jig was up.

She was in sooo much trouble.

END

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