AN: Yes it's another story. I needed a bit of a break from my other stories and this one floated up and has been bothering my mind for the past week now. I think it resulted from a Die Hard marathon that I indulged in. Okay so this story may be a bit similar to the Die Hard plot, but it's going to be way different. You may also recognize the title, and I'll give you 100 points if you do!

Summary: Angel is an exhausted Washington, DC FBI agent coming back to Los Angeles to spend Thanksgiving with his estrange wife, Buffy and their kids. Buffy asks him to come to a dinner with her at her job which is located in the offices of Wolfram & Hart. Unknown to them, a group hellbent on taking down the law firm take over the building. Now it's up to Buffy and Angel to put their differences aside and work together to free the hostages and somehow stop the group. Alternate Reality/Universe... Romance, Humor, Action will be included! And maybe a slight smidgen of Angst.

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel. They both belong to Joss, I'm just borrowing them to flew my writing skills. :)

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In the air near LAX

November 25, 2009

5:30 PM

The plane soared low as it approached its final descent to Los Angeles International Airport. Its passenger's were buckled in, tense as the little shot of adrenaline kicked in their system, preparing them for landing. All except for one.

Angel snored loudly as the flight attendants order passengers to take a seat and buckle in. One attendant walked over and tried to stir Angel out of his sleepy stupor, only to be met with failure as Angel turned his head to the and continued snoring. The passenger next to him looked a bit frightened, mainly because Angel snuggled into his shoulder like a cat snuggling into its owner. The flight attendant huffed and shook Angel harder, causing the dark haired man to flick off the attendant.

Irked by the passenger's behavior, the attendant poked him in the ribs. "Sir, please wake up and put on your seat belt."

Angel giggled as the flight attendant poked a particular ticklish spot on his side. "Stop it honey, I'm not in the mood right now," he muttered while moving his head to his other side. Passengers around the flight attendant started snickering as Angel started to drool and from the increasingly annoyed attendant's face.

With a resolved face in place, the attendant gently slapped Angel in the face, causing the dark haired man to open his eyes. He looked around and wiped the sleep from his eyes with his hands. The attendant smirked triumphantly, and returned back to her seat to settle in for landing.

"Are we there yet?" Angel asked the passenger next to him.

The slightly looking nerd next to him jumped in surprise. "E-excuse me?" He asked in a frightened voice.

"I asked 'are we there yet' or did you not hear me," Angel responded in an annoyed voice.

"Oh, ah, we're nearly there. 'There' if you mean by LAX, which then yes, we are close," the man responded back in a stronger voice.

Angel grunted and settled back into his seat. He figured he would stay awake for the rest of the trip, after all it's been over 9 years since he last visited LA. He sighed as he remembered his reason for coming back to this city. His estranged wife, Buffy Anne Connolly, or Buffy Anne Summers now as she prefers. A year ago, Buffy and Angel were having huge problems, fighting and cursing each other out as life got tough for both. Especially the added stress of Angel's job finally got to Buffy. She broke his heart as he heard her say that she was leaving to LA to take a job with a law firm known as Wolfram & Hart.

Angel respected the firm, known for their good prosecutors and somewhat questionable defense attorneys, but to hear that she was going across the country to work there, instead of the firm in DC was heart breaking for him. Angel recalled the hissy fit he threw, and regretted for throwing. He recalled hearing Buffy offering him the chance to come to LA with her, but Angel didn't hear it. In his rage and angst, he managed to wrench out the best thing to happen to him.

The plane's captain came on the intercom to let the passengers know that the plane was beginning to land, so Angel shook off his memories. They belonged in the past and Angel was resolved to speak to his wife and get back with her for the sake of their children. Before Angel got remember his kids, he felt the plane's tires land smoothly on the tarmac. He breathed a sigh of relief and was ready to get out of the plane.

Angel waited patiently and ignored the captain's thanks of riding with the airline. Once cleared to leave the plane, Angel reached up to the compartments and got out a small laptop travel bag, not knowing that his wallet fell out. The passenger next to him glanced down at the badge on the wallet and saw Angel's retreating back heading for the exit.

"S..Sir! Y..Yo….You dropped your w…wallet," he managed to say, but it fell on deaf ears as Angel was out of hearing range. The passenger steeled himself and trotted over to the exit. He followed the long hallway, occasionally brushing with other exiting fliers. He easily spotted Angel's tall form as he towered over everyone around him. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a squeak came out that cause some people around him to chuckle.

He groaned in disappointment and trotted over to him. Once he got close, he tapped Angel on the shoulder, catching his attention. "Sir, you dropped your wallet," he managed to say in a shaky voice. Angel groaned and scratched his head in embarrassment and took his wallet back.

"Um, thank you….uh what's your name?" He asked the passenger.

"M….my name is Andrew," he said as his voice became stronger. "So…FBI agent? How's that like?" Andrew said in an attempt to make conversation.

Angel stayed silent but stayed looking down as he got a 20 dollar bill out and handed it over to Andrew. "Here's a reward for bringing back my wallet," Andrew grabbed the money and noticed Angel turning to leave, but he stopped and turned around. "Working as a Fed, it's not all it's cracked up to be." With that Angel turned and walked away to the baggage claim.

An hour later, Angel was standing outside, arguing heatedly with his estrange wife. "Damn it Buffy, you said that you were going to be here waiting. Now you're telling me that I have to catch a cab to meet up with you? What the hell is the hold up or whatever anyway?"

Buffy sighed as she leaned back on her chair. The Thanksgiving Party outside her office was in full swing and caught her by surprise. Her boyfriend of a month now couldn't make it so Buffy decided to put some trust that Angel would come through. "It's some kind of company dinner, okay? It caught me by surprise and now I'm stuck hiding in my office till either you get here or I can sneak out," she explained.

Angel felt his FBI senses start signaling him that Buffy wasn't saying everything. "What aren't you saying? Don't you have a boy-toy or something like that to take you?"

Buffy sighed loudly into the phone knowing that this was about to lead into another argument. "Riley is working late and he couldn't come. Look all it's going to be is just mingling and eating some snacks. Then we can leave and you can either stay at my house or stay in a hotel."

"Riley—he still sounds like a pansy. Or like how you're brother calls him, Captain Cardboard," Angel said ruefully as he recalled the drunken phone calls over the past week.

"How is Spike anyway?" Asked Buffy, secretly thankful for a change of subject.

Angel managed to flag down a cab and went inside the cab. "Where to," the cabbie asked in an Irish accent.

"Wolfram & Hart," Angel responded then got back to the conversation with Buffy. "Spike's doing well. Last I spoke to him, he was fixing to go back to London to see Drusilla. Faith was going to tag along with him, so that's going to be an eventful trip."

Buffy chuckled as she recalled how jealous both Faith and Drusilla could be concerning where Spike was involved. "Yeah sure is," she said. "So are you coming or what?"

"Yeah I'm coming, this better be a good party or whatever it is. And if Finn shows up, I'm leaving and I'm not going to see you till tomorrow. You know I don't like him," Angel explained.

"Just get here," Buffy huffed out.

"I'm serious Buffy, if I see him…" Angel looked at his phone as cut off. 'Call Ended' flashed brightly on the screen causing Angel to growl and curse. He noticed the cabbie looking at him through the rear-view mirror and Angel smiled sarcastically. "Estrange wife, beautiful beyond belief, but she has the innate ability to piss me off."

"I know ye're pain lad. Me own wife is the same way, but we make it work," the cabbie explained.

Angel leaned forward on his seat and extended his arm through the plastic window behind the cabbie. "Name's Liam Connelly, but you can call me Angel."

"Ah, a fellow Irishman, not too many around here. Name's Allen Francis Doyle, but you can call me Doyle," Doyle said.

"How long is it to Wolfram & Hart," Angel asked as he stayed leaning on seat.

"Depending on the traffic, weather, and other IDIOT drivers," Doyle yelled out through his window as driver in a huge black van cut him off. "Around 30 minutes to 45 minutes."

Angel sighed and sat back into his seat. "Well Doyle, you and me are about become the best of friends."

"Why is that then?" Doyle asked surprised.

"Because we have time to kill and for some odd reason I feel like I'm going to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time," Angel said tiredly. "Oh and could you stop by the FBI field office? I want to pick up something."

"Sure thing lad," Doyle said as he exited the freeway he was on and headed towards Wilshire Boulevard.

I hope I don't have to hurt anyone, Angel thought to himself while looking out to the sights of Los Angeles.

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Unconventional, I know...but like I said... I need a break from vampires and angst. I just wanted to write a good, ol'fashion shoot'em up story! Please read and review, and leave some good and positive criticism. Don't worry, I can take it. I prefer it to since I can go over my mistakes.