Disclaimer:All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Buffy, and Angel the series.

Synopsis: This is my own little 'what if' story that takes place during Waiting in the Wings. It's a Cordy/Lindsey story so beware Angel/Cordy fans!

Chapter One

It was rare for the team to take a night off, but they did now. Lorne stayed to watch Connor and the rest went out to a ballet. Angel's idea believe it or not. The problem was, of course, that halfway through the ballet, Angel noticed something. He noticed it was the same troupe, the same moves, as when he last saw it, over a decade ago. With the thought that something was up, he and Cordelia snuck out of the audience to see if they could find out what was going on.

What they didn't know was they weren't the only ones there. Lindsey McDonald had gotten box seats as a thank you and a job well done on his last case. He noticed the team there, and had to admit, they cleaned up quite well. Especially one Ms. Chase. When he saw her and Angel get up, he decided to excuse himself from his date and head out after them.

Once in the hall Angel and Cordelia decided to seperate. She headed down to the dressing rooms and he headed back stage. Cordelia slipped into a room and looked around. It was a beautiful dressing room, obviously the lead dancers. She had just gotten to the vanity when the door opened again and she flattened herself to the side.

"I saw you come in Ms. Chase."

With a narrowing of eyes she leaned out. It was him all right. Lindsey. Hands on her hips she walked out. "And just what are you doing here?"

His eyes took her in, the soft red crushed velvet of her dress, the two small straps drawing attention to her shoulders, her hair up in soft waves, a few danglign down enticingly around her neck. Oh yes, she knew how to look the part.

"I imagine the same thing you are doing. Spying. Except, I will admit I'm spying on you."

"Pffft." She huffed out, rolling her eyes. "Of course, Wolfram and Hart have something to do with this."

At that he raised his hands defensively. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I'm here off the clock. I simply didn't expect to see any of you here."

"Right because we're all a bunch of uncultured idiots?" She smiled a very cold and unpleasant smile.

Lindsey advanced just as she began looking over the vanity and picked up a necklace. "No because – I can't livewithout you, the very air is heavy and weighs me down when you aren't in the room."

Cordelia turned to him, her eyes soft and sad. "He'll kill you if you are caught. I'd rather live a life empty with you in this world than have you only a moment and know your death is on my hands."

He reached for her, hand tangled in the necklace and in their fingers interlocking. "A moment with you is life, a moment without you is death. We must find a way."

Her mouth parted and he stopped her words with a kiss, his other hand moving up to the nape of her neck as her arm went around his neck pulling him closer.

AA

Angel had gone backstage and spoken to the dancer. He watched as they disappeared into thing air once their part was done. He could feel the depth of dispair she had. Not only was she forced to do nothing but this dance, she wasn't really even dancing. That was when he caught the man watching, the one she seemed afraid to look at.

Knowing he had to be the reason behind this Angel made his way to the man's box and sat next to him. "Enjoying the performance?"

The man did not bother to look at him. His prima was on the stage and all his attention was on her. "I always do."

"I bet you do. Little sad though isn't it? Trapping people into a dance just because they can't love you?"

The man finally looked at Angel, his eyes dark. "And what do you know of it?"

"Loving a woman that doesn't love you? A lot. Making her suffer for it? Not my style." Angel added with a shake of his head.

The man obviously was getting upset. His hand went to a tie pin, a ruby. "Suffer? Loving alone is suffering! All she has to do is return my affections and this all ends! But still she refutes me! Leave my box before I call security!"

Angel glanced to the ruby. "I think this all ends tonight." His eyes came up to meet the man's and his face changed. A fanged smile and yellow eyes caused the man to go pale.

AA

The spirit that the prima no longer felt or had was in that necklace and her lost lover, waiting for her as well. Finally together, there was nothing more but murmured words of love and life, hands carressing, tangled bodies, lips brushed along fevered skin. The spell was not broken until Angel had destroyed the offending jewel at the end of the performance. Leaving two former enemies wrapped up in each other and suddenly aware that they had been possessed.

"I uh, I, that wasn't -" Cordelia stammered, trying desperately to cover herself with the shawl draped over the sofa they had ende dup on.

"No no it wasn't, us. I know. Believe me I know." Lindsey muttered and disentangled himself enough to grab his pants and pull them on. He ran a hand through his hair. No it wasn't them but they had been there, had felt as the spirits had, the pain of being apart, the need to feel, to touch. He himself had felt it and let himself be consumed by it, having never felt anything so pure.

As soon as he got up she turned on the couch and reached for her dress to pull it over her head. "I'd say there was some major mo jo going on in this room. I, uh, was there, for all of it but I just wasn't in control."

Trying to be somewhat of a gentleman, even if it was too late, he turned and let her get dressed. "No no, I, couldn't control it either. They were, so focused and, so, so -"

He heard Cordelia let out a heavy breath and turned back again to find her dressed and staring at him. Her eyes wandered from his mouth down his chest and she swallowed. "Passionate." She breathed.

His own eyes took in her dishevled hair and her lips. Those lips still swollen from their earlier endeavors. Shaking himself out of it he went to grab his shirt and pulled it on. "Er, yes. Passionate."

Awkwardness followed and As they finished getting themselves situated he grabbed a pin from the floor and handed it to her, then nodded. "You're, hair. You had it up before."

"Oh, oh right." Quickly she turned to the mirror and fixed her hair then tried to fix her make up as best as she could.

"We should, probably forget about this. I for one don't think it will help my reputation at work any to know I was so easily possessed and showing a weakness in front of a possible threat well. . . "

Lindsey was hoping to get out of this with as little embarrassment as possible. To simply chalk it up to an unexpected, though not wholly unpleasant, experience. When Cordelia turned to him with that smirk he couldn't help but return it with a smile.

"Possible threat? I think I like that. Haven't been considered much of a threat since high school." She put hands on her hips again and nodded to the door.

"Right well then you should probably leave first, before Angel sees you're even here. And as soon as we walk out that door, this never happened. Got it?"

Lindsey lifted his hands in surrender and then offered her a small bow. "My thoughts exaclty Ms. Chase." He headed to the door and hesitating before leaving looked back. "The necklace never suited you anyway." With that he closed the door behind himself, straightened his suit and sighed. The truth was, he doubted very much he'd ever forget that little tryst.

Just as he left, taking the stairs to head back p to his box, Angel came around the other side and caught sight of him. With a frown he started after him hoping there wasn't more to this than he already had seen. Just as he came down the hall Cordelia came out of the same room Lindsey had just left.

"Oh! Angel! Did you find anything? I found this necklace and I, I got a vision off of it. The lead ballerina was in love with some guy, and scared to death of the producer." She rattled off, thinking a vision was a much easier thing to explain.

Angel frowned as he looked into the room behind her and then to the stairs. "Just a necklace?"

Blinking confused she looked at him, "What?"

"A necklace, that's all you found Cordelia?" Angel asked again, carefully.

Immediately her face flushed and felt hot. "Oh well that's all that I found helpful. We, um, need to find this producer guy."

"Already took care of it. Let's, get back to the others just in case."

With a strangled smile she nodded and took his offered arm to head back to their seats. No idea that eyes were on her the entire time. Lindsey couldn't help but watch her with a new view on who exactly Ms. Chase was.

A/N: So I could probably end it right there and it would be rather cute, but I have ideas for several more run ins with each other so there shall be more! Look for some friction of course from the team but you know our Cordy, she's a stubborn one!