After closing the door of the agency behind him, Angel paused until he heard the heavy clang of the lock sliding into place. Angel grinned. What do you know, he thought, she listened for once. Angel decided to mark the date on his mental calendar. It wasn't likely to happen again soon.
Wandering down the hall towards the basement, Angel paused to see if the maintenance crew had gotten the elevator working again. That elevator was the bane of Angel's existence. If he didn't know better, he would have begun to think that the thing was possessed. He paused, looking at the elevator suspiciously, a vengeful elevator operator?
"Nah," Angel shook his head and stepped inside.
* * *
Ring.
Ring. Ring.
Cordy looked at the black office phone on her desk like it just sat up and told her all her credit cards were maxed out. Which, of course, they were.
Who the hell could possibly be calling now, Cordy wondered.
Cordy picked up the phone and said in her best business voice, "Lost Souls Detective Ag-" That's as far as she got before she heard what she thought was someone muttering something about an elevator.
Cordy lifted the phone from her ear and looked at the receiver. The agency received the weirdest phone calls. Cordy shrugged and started to drop the receiver back into its cradle. Just before it nestled snugly in its plastic bed, she heard an agitated "CORDY!" emanate from the receiver.
Oh damn, Cordy thought, I'd know that voice anywhere.
Cordy lifted the receiver back to her ear.
"Angel?" she said hesitantly.
"Yes damnit, are you through playing around? I need you to call the damn maintenance people and get them over here right now. I'm stuck in the friggin' elevator again."
Cordy grinned. It just didn't pay for that man to try to use the elevator. In the two and a half years that they had been living at the agency, Angel had gotten stuck in the thing at least a dozen times. He had finally taken to using the stairs when he felt like visiting Cordy's "penthouse".
"Angel, what are you doing in the elevator?"
"Sitting here, twiddling my thumbs, waiting for the damn thing to plummet. If I'm really lucky, maybe something in here will splinter on the way down and the friggin' thing can finally put me out of my misery."
Cordy smirked. He really was a big baby sometimes.
"Angel," Cordy said in her best 'you're-acting-like-a-brat-but-I'm-going-to-humor-you-anyway' voice. "I mean, why did you get in the elevator in the first place? I thought you said you were going to go home and get something to eat. I even locked the door, just like I promised."
Angel gave an exasperated sigh. "I know," he said. "I didn't leave until I heard you lock the door. I was on my way down to my apartment when I decided to take a peek at the elevator. The guys were supposed to fix it today, so I thought I'd check on it before you were done working. I didn't want you to get stuck in this stupid-"
Thud
"tin-"
Thud
"coffin."
Thud
"Angel, can I ask you what you're doing?"
Angel chuckled. "Um, sorry, I was just kicking this crappy piece of machinery."
Cordy swallowed a laugh. It was best not to encourage him at times like these. He knew damn well that he could wrap her around his little finger when he wanted to.
"Ok Angel, hold on just a sec while I flip over to the other line. I'll see if I can get one of the guys to come get you out. If not, I'll call the fire department."
* * *
Click.
Angel sighed as he waited for Cordy to come back on the other end of the line. Pushing up the sleeve of his silk shirt, Angel looked at his watched and judged that Cordy must have been on the other line for at least five minutes.
What is taking so damn long, Angel wondered?
Angel looked around the elevator.
"Stupid tin coffin," Angel grumbled.
As he sat waiting for Cordelia to return on the line, Angel began to hum the notes to a song he had heard earlier that evening while he was taking a spin in his new black Ford Mustang convertible. Angel grinned. Now there was a piece of machinery. Angel glared at the elevator. Unlike some other pieces of American hardware that he could think of.
Angel growled deep in his throat. After realizing that growling at the elevator was getting him nowhere, he returned his attention back to the phone. Still no Cordy. Angel sighed. Must be she can't get any of the guys on the phone. Figures this would have to happen on a Friday night. I'm sure they're all out getting smashed.
Angel shifted around on the floor of the elevator trying to find the best position. Might as well get comfortable, he thought, I have a feeling I'm in for the long haul. Angel glared at the elevator and began singing slightly modified lyrics to the song he'd humming...
American 'vators, stay away from me
Elevators, oh yeah let me be
Don't come a hangin' around my door
I don't wanna see your face no more
I got more important things to do
Than spend my time growin' old with you
Now 'vators, I said stay away
Elevators, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Elevators, stay away from . . .
* * *
Cordy grinned as she listened to Angel singing on the other end of the line. She was pretty sure that he had no idea that she'd flipped back over to this line. She sat there listening to him singing his heart out.
Cordy shook her head.
He was like a little kid, everyday picking up something new. She was never really sure what he was going to come up with next.
Cordy decided to leave him to his singing. She grinned; something had finally taken his mind off of Buffy for awhile.
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