--Authors note- I own none of the characters, Joss Whedon (and all his glory) has the cred for that one.
It is i guess teen rated...I suppose
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Lindsey McDonald strode down the hallway of Wolfram & Hart's Special Projects department. He had just gotten word that one of their top clients caught on to a certain scheme they had hatched to keep him out of jail but to in turn steal a great deal of money, under the radar, spilling some blood along the way. A client finding this kind of information out was a liability to the firm and a very serious matter, seeing as though he had been spotted not a mile away carrying some sort of mallet.

Since the senior partners had 'extinguished' the other competition, Lilah and Lindsey were the only two left. Yet instead of choosing between them, they decided it best to keep them both on as a type of partnership, a team of sorts. 3 months had passed and there was not one mishap or mistake made on any of their joint cases. The senior partners were beginning to get impressed by their professionalism. Little did they pay attention to the bickering or occasional threats that shot behind the office door, all that mattered was closed cases and bags full of money. Needless to say, that made this a very big deal. If the possibility were to arise where the client could be silenced without causing an up roar, then it would be taken.

Lilah and Lindsey had been the lead in this case, and would take the blame for every decision made. That's why he was in the process of going to her office; she had authorized the moneys departure from the bank. He wasn't going down alone.

The front of her office, facing the hallway, had a large paneled window and a door with an over sized name plate nailed on it. The windows curtains were drawn down, which was unusual. If she couldn't see her minions working constantly then there might as well be a dagger hovering behind her back. Or so she said.

With a hand on her door, Lindsey went to open it without a knock, but something caught his eye. There was a small part between the two heavy maroon fabrics. A figure sat on the couch and every couple seconds moved frantically. Taking a closer look, the shady figure slowly became noticeable as a slouching Lilah.

Slightly confused and intrigued he opened the door and scanned the room. No one appeared to be with her. Looking back Lindsey saw Lilah straighten on the couch, noticing his existence. She smoothed her black dress; however, it did nothing to help her appearance. Dark sickly circles surrounded her eyes almost down to the cheekbones that stood out excessively against her paper pale skin. Stray hairs stuck to her forehead and neck from sweat. Even through her current state, he could tell that somewhere within was a beautiful graceful woman.

"Um, WH-what do you want Lindsey?" she spoke hoarsely avoiding his eyes.

"Well I was planning on starting off with a 'Hi' then leading into how Mr. Mercer found out about our little plan on screwing him over and is now on his way over here to no doubt rip our spines out. As well that since you had a joint effort on this that I wont be taking the whole hit. But I can see you are preoccupied, I just thought you might want to lock the door." Lindsey said in a questioning tone, watching as she fidgeted on the couch.

He decided to bite. "Ok either tell me where the guy is you are hiding in here and what drugs you mixed together or pull up Mr. Mercers file so we know what kind of weapons to be packing when he breaks down the front door."

Yet she was going to be stubborn just as he had expected.

"No, sorry to say there is no naked man behind my desk for you to gawk at, but if you could get the file your self that would be great."

"Well I don't see why you can't since we are so close to a-"Lindsey paused noticing her finger nails digging into the leather exterior of the couch, her face frozen. "-computer."

She went to retort but decided it would seem more suspicious to throw him out then to just do what he asked. He watched her rise hesitantly and slowly make her way to the computer desk. Only 3 steps over and she had already taken 7 breaths.

"Ok, now this is getting a little ridiculous, obviously you have somehow managed to injury yourself in a completely empty office, so just-"Lindsey was cut off once again.

Lilah lurched abruptly forward, eyes wide unable to breath, she was trying to scream but nothing came out. In the next second her body lurched again this time doubling over on to the carpeted floor.

Lindsey just stood there watching it all unfold, like a movie. He didn't know what was happening or what to do about it. His eyes stared at her body jerk and fold into itself.

He was jerked out of the daze as a piercing scream escaped Lilah's lips, and she gasped breathing sharply from the lack of oxygen. He knelt down besides her looking her up and down. She shook violently her muscles tensing in pain. Eyes shut so tightly she didn't remember Lindsey was even in the room much less right beside her.

Noticing that her were arms were plastered around her waist, he took both her wrists and tried to pry them away from her stomach but that wasn't going to be easy. After a few moments the shaking became less frantic and her legs began to relax. Seizing the opportunity Lindsey pulled away her hands and noticed there were no cuts, stabs, or burns.

Feeling her limbs being involuntarily moved Lilah opened her eyes to find out what was happening. Yet as she did nothing came into view. Everything was white, the pain temporarily blinding her.

Lilah reached out to touch something, a hand grabbed hers and she stifled a gasp. As soon as it had touched her it let go again, and she found herself really wanting it back. Her head fell back exhausted believing who ever it had been left her for dead. Then the pain became apparent again, it was a dull constant pain but it was better then what ever kept crashing through her body periodically.

Lindsey tried to get Lilah to focus on his face but her eyes didn't seem to be focused on anything at all. He held his arms out in front of her unaware of what was happening. What was he supposed to do?

His hesitation was cut short when Lilah drug her arms to either side of her body and pushed up; she grimaced and decided to move slower. She drew in both legs, now on all fours, one hand reaching out for something to support her and the other for anything to trip on. He watched the young lawyer wobbly get to her feet, facing away from him feeling for the desk. Suddenly she stopped, chin touched her chest, eyes shut, arms extended to hold her balance as she recovered from a wave of dizziness. When it seemed like the fog had lifted, the path across her office started again.

First step, relatively easy

Second step, almost tripped

Third step, unsuccessful

Stumbling forward, her heel slipped sideways. Lindsey went forward but stopped when Lilah caught herself on the edge of the desk, barely missing a face-to-wood encounter. Hearing the footstep that was obviously not her own, she held on to the desk and opened the first drawer, retrieving a small object.

Spinning around she pointed the gun haphazardly at the shady figure some distance away from her.