"FOUR-teen bottles of beer on the wall, FOUR-teen bottles of beer..."
Jack pulled the phone back and pressed it to his ear. "You see? You see what I've had to put up with?"
The woman on the other end made amused sounds. "Has she been like that the whole time?"
The brunette in the passenger seat grinned smugly, still singing. "...pass it around, thirteen bottles of beer on the wall..."
Jack glared at her quellingly, but it had even less effect on her than it ever had on his team. Of course, that could be because he was skinny and eighteen now, not forty-something and military-honed... or maybe just because she was his girlfriend and knew better. "No. First it was 'The Wheels on the Bus', then 'The Hole in the Bottom of the Sea'..." He sighed theatrically.
Buffy laughed. "What, no 'Song that Never Ends'? She must really like you."
He made a disgruntled noise, and she sighed. "Willow has a lead on the guy threatening her; it'll be tomorrow, tops."
In the background, Dawn cranked up the volume. "ELEVEN bottles of BEER on the wall..."
Jack groaned. "It better be. She hates being protected for her own good."