Buffy!” Angel exclaimed, obviously startled. Harmony turned around and smiled brightly at her.
“Hi, Buffy.” She said, her perky tone entirely fake. Buffy ignored the vampire, instead staring at Angel. “Well, I'll just be at the desk if you need me, boss.” Harmony continued, edging carefully around the Slayer and out of the room.
“Uh, Harmony, make sure we're not disturbed. By ANYONE.” He called after her. Angel put emphasis on that word, hoping that she would understand that Spike was not allowed anywhere near his office. They were still a moment before the former lovers were hugging tightly. “I was glad to hear you made it out of Sunnydale ok.” Angel told her, smiling as they separated. She smiled back, one that didn't quite reach her eyes.
“We didn't all make it.” Was her reply. She walked around his office, taking in the posh furnishings. “Nice.” She said, running her hand over the leather fabric on the couch.
“You didn't come all this way to discuss my leather couch, did you?” He asked, trying to lighten her mood. She smiled, and this time Angel saw a change in her. She brightened at his question.
“Not exactly. I'm here because Willow said there have been some reports of a newly active Slayer here in LA. Dawn's with me.” Buffy answered his question. “She's parking the rental car.” She went on before he could ask where her younger sister was.
“Our teams haven't heard about a new Slayer. Things are still a little hectic, so we might have missed it. I'll have Wes get his team on a possibly location for you.” Angel said. She nodded, and drifted towards his windows. The LA skyline was lit up across the night sky. He moved next to her silently, both of them enjoying the moment.
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Fred moaned in frustration, and slammed her pen down. Spike entered the room at the same time, and raised an eyebrow at her little display.
“Problems, Pet?” He asked, smirking when she jumped in surprise. Slightly embarrassed, she brushed her hair away from her face.
“I just can't get this equation to come out right.” Fred answered as Spike moved over to the table where she was working. He glanced down at her hastily scrawled notes and shook his head.
“Need someone to help ease the tension?” Spike leered playfully, moving so that he stood very close to her right shoulder. She looked up at him and grinned.
“Behave.” She said. He smiled back, pleased that she was bantering back. She reminded him of Red in some ways, but when it came to her work, she was truly unique. Spike sat himself down and reached for his lighter. Frowning, he realized that it wasn't there. A brief mental retracing of his steps led him to conclude that he must have dropped it on Angel's couch. He hadn't been anywhere else long enough to sit down. Sighing, he got up.
“I'll be back. Left my lighter in the Poof's office.” He said, heading for the door.
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Spike approached Angel's office and slowed to a stop. For a moment, he thought he smelled...nah, couldn't be. He chalked it up to wishful thinking and was about to take another step when Harmony pounced.
“Spike!” She exclaimed, getting his attention. “Do you like my new dress?” She asked him, twirling.
“It's fetching, Love.” He answered, moving as if to go around her. Spike had gone about two more steps when Harmony darted in front of him.
“Spike, wait.” Harmony said.
“Bloody Hell, Harm!” He exclaimed. “ I just want to get my lighter out of the Poofter's office.”
“Angel said he wasn't to be disturbed.” Harmony repeated her orders, hoping that Spike would obey them. She didn't want Angel mad at her.
“I'm not gonna disturb him.” Spike sneered, moving forward again. He was nearly to the office door, when Harmony stopped him again. This time she grabbed his arm. He looked down at her, his mouth open to speak when he stopped and suddenly sniffed the air. She tugged on his arm, desperate to pull him away. He sniffed the air again, nearly unmoved by Harmony's actions. It couldn't be. He looked at Harmony, and the look on her face confirmed it. Spike ripped his arm from her grasp, causing her to fall backward. Determined, Spike walked to the remaining feet to Angel's office door. He grasped the handle and opened it so forcefully that he nearly ripped it off its hinges. His entrance startled the couple by the window. Angel turned around with a look of startled dismay, while Buffy turned around with a look of startled shock.
“Buffy.” Spike choked out.
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