Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, Angel or any of the characters therein. I also do not own Dead Like Me (if I had, it would not have been cancelled when it was). My first shot at a BtVS Crossover. Hope you like.

Ormandria

Fred Burkle walked down the hall, her arms loaded with files from the lab. She had a lot of work to catch up considering that she had not gotten as much done the night before as she was suppose to. Still, there was a legitimate reason for it. She couldn't help but smile at the thought that she and Wes were now officially a couple.

"Oh, sorry, Fred," Angel called out as he bumped into her on a rush by.

"Oh that's okay," she laughed toward his retreating back. Nothing could break her mood today.

"Excuse me," a new voice caught her attention, just as the young woman who had spoken stepped out of the shadows. She looked to be in her early twenties, with stringy brown hair, yet still mildly attractive. Fred noticed a yellow post-it grasped tightly in the girl's hand. "Did I hear correctly? Are you Fred Burkle? As in Winifred Burkle?"

"Yes," Fred nodded, unsure of where this was going. "May I help you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm just here for an appointment," the girl waved the post-it through the air. "But I'm a huge fan of yours. You're a legend in the field."

"Well, thank you," Fred smiled and gave a short laugh. "But I really can't talk right now. I have a lot of work to do."

"Actually. I'd be honored if I could just shake your hand," the girl returned her smile. Feeling generous, Fred readjusted the files in her arms and held out a hand for her to shake. The girl took hold of it with her own hand and then gently stroked Fred's lower arm with her other one.

"Thanks. I'll see you later then," the girl remarked before turning and leaving. Fred glanced down at her arm where the girl had stroked it. An odd girl that one. And what did she mean by 'I'll see you later, then?' Fred shook her head in confusion and headed back to the lab. Knox had said that there was something down there that he was extremely anxious for her to look at. A sarcophagus of some sort.

George walked over to Rube, who was waiting in the lobby, reading a magazine.

"Get it done?" he asked, without looking up.

"Yeah," she replied in the would-be sulky, yet entirely disinterested tone that only she could achieve. "I can't wait until we can get out of here. This place gives me the creeps."

"Easy Peanut," Rube said with a smirk. "In a place like this, you never know who might be listening in." He stood up and the pair started making their way to the door.

"Aren't we going to wait for her soul?" George asked, confused.

"Not necessary this time. We're picking it up later tonight at a different location."

"Why?" George asked slowly. This whole trip had been confusing for her.

"Because that's what the assignment said, and we never question the assignment," Rube chuckled. "So what do you want to do until then?"

George tilted her head a bit and thought it over. "Well, since we don't have to pick Mason up for a while, we can go site-seeing."

"Site-seeing it is." Rube pressed the elevator button while George looked around the law firm one last time.

"You'd think," she mused aloud. "That they'd have their costume party at Halloween, instead of in February."

"Those aren't costumes," Rube replied.

George's eyes went wide as she stared at the menagerie of creatures that occupied the building. "Then what are they?"

Rube put his arm around George as the elevator door opened and led her into its confines.

"Some things Peanut," he remarked gently as the doors closed on them. "It's best not to think about. Now let's go do some site-seeing."