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Where Are My Keys?

"OK, I'm not going to go through this with you again. Just tell me what I need to know."

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do, I know you do, so just tell me already."

"Nope, I have nothing to say. I know nothing, so let me get back to what I was doing."

"Well yes, I know you know nothing, but I happen to know you know this. So spill!"

"No, still got nothing to tell you."

"Cordelia Chase, tell me what you know!"

"Sorry, Angel, I got nothing!"

"You're lying. I can always tell when you're lying to me."

Cordelia stood firm. "Nope, I don't know anything about this."

"Cordy, just give me my keys," Angel yelled. "I need to do some work, which is in my office!"

"Sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about." She wouldn't budge.

"OK, this is getting really annoying. Tell me where you put them!"

"What, so you can go in there and brood some more?" she asked.

Angel answered, "I don't br... – whatever. I have a case and I need my books."

"Ha!" Cordy laughed. "Don't lie to me, Angel. I can always tell, too."

Angel was really angry now. "I'm not going to take this anymore!"

"Oh, what are you going to do about it?" Cordy asked.

Angel walked over to his office. Boom, crack, smash! He kicked the door in.

Cordy ran over. "Angel, you didn't?"

"Yeah, Cordy, I did. I told you I needed those books and you didn't believe me. Now pay for the door you made me break down."

Now Cordy, was angry. "I don't think so, buddy! I didn't do it, you did, so you pay for it!"

"Who hid my keys?" Angel asked her.

"Um...OK, so I did," Cordy admitted. "What's the point?"

"I had to break my door down, that's my point! And now the Saaklar demon might be hurting innocent people!"

"Alright, fine," said Cordy. "Take what you need from my paycheck, but I'm warning you..."

"Cordy, I'm kidding. See, I can make a joke. It's just that people don't seem to get it."

"I wonder why?" Cordy asked. "Maybe because you're not funny!"

Suddenly, they heard the hotel door swoosh open, the clash of weapons hitting the floor, and the clip, clip, clip of Wes's shoes. "OK, so me and Gunn just found our friendly demon!" Wes told them.

"Yeah, he's one heck of a looker, too!" Gunn said. Wes looked at him funny.

Angel said, "I'm glad you find him cute, Gunn, but please focus."

Then Wes noticed the broken door. "What happened here? Did a demon attack you?" he asked.

Angel told him, "Nope, not a demon per say, Wes, just someone here who felt the need to lock me out of my own office. I'll give you three guesses who. She wouldn't give me back my keys, so I had to kick the door in."

Cordy replied, "Hey, let's just get over it, please, and move on to the 'hot' demon thingy."

"You know, if I can't fight well tonight, Wes," said Angel. "I'm blaming it on her."

"Oh, great. Why do I always get blamed for everything?" Cordy asked him.

"Because you're always the one who does it!" he replied.

"Am not," Cordy argued.

"Are too!" the three men shouted in unison.

Angel got serious. "Now, let's get going and destroy that Saaklar demon. Wes, you drive. Gunn, get the weapons. Cordy, get me a blanket so I don't burn up in flames and haunt you for killing me."

"Angel, that's so not funny."

"I didn't mean it as a joke."

"I can never tell with you."

Angel just looked at her. "Let's get to work!"

The End


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