*** After Buffy series Finale (Meaning Spike comes into Angel by Amulet)
and there is no Connor or Lorne and Cordelia isn't pregnant and her visions
are still out of control and Angel Investigations is still at the hotel ***
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Chapter 1
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Every night, I would take a moment and gaze outside the window. The moonlight would be shinning on the vacant streets below and occasional cars would drive by. The city of Los Angeles was peaceful.
My moments never lasted long when I was all too quickly reminded of reality: L.A was never peaceful.
Pulling away from the glass, I turned my head back to the computer screen in front of me. Rubbing my eyes from exhaustion, I tried again. Searching page after page of demon info, my brain tried to absorb random knowledge. As I silently yawned, I glanced down at my watch -10:02pm. I had a feeling this night was far from over.
The hotel was dead. So quiet, I could hear myself breathe. Occasionally I heard the cabinet drawers screech beside me as Wesley organized our past cases. Gun was sitting on the couch in the lobby cleaning the blood off the weapons used in last night's attack. Fred grabbed a duster and started cleaning all the surfaces and Cordelia went in the kitchen to make some coffee.
A while ago I saw Angel enter his office - probably catching up on some brooding. As we all continued to work, we never spoke a word.
I was still somewhat new to the gang, only joining them about five months ago. I didn't have much experience in the demon field and rarely felt like I belonged.
My world changed after encountering Angel. Something about him makes hearts race and hands sweat. He was something special and I knew that the first time I saw him. Our relationship was purely professional. I did feel something stronger towards him, but the feelings were never returned. And I doubted they ever would be.
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Chapter 1
* * * * * * * * * *
Every night, I would take a moment and gaze outside the window. The moonlight would be shinning on the vacant streets below and occasional cars would drive by. The city of Los Angeles was peaceful.
My moments never lasted long when I was all too quickly reminded of reality: L.A was never peaceful.
Pulling away from the glass, I turned my head back to the computer screen in front of me. Rubbing my eyes from exhaustion, I tried again. Searching page after page of demon info, my brain tried to absorb random knowledge. As I silently yawned, I glanced down at my watch -10:02pm. I had a feeling this night was far from over.
The hotel was dead. So quiet, I could hear myself breathe. Occasionally I heard the cabinet drawers screech beside me as Wesley organized our past cases. Gun was sitting on the couch in the lobby cleaning the blood off the weapons used in last night's attack. Fred grabbed a duster and started cleaning all the surfaces and Cordelia went in the kitchen to make some coffee.
A while ago I saw Angel enter his office - probably catching up on some brooding. As we all continued to work, we never spoke a word.
I was still somewhat new to the gang, only joining them about five months ago. I didn't have much experience in the demon field and rarely felt like I belonged.
My world changed after encountering Angel. Something about him makes hearts race and hands sweat. He was something special and I knew that the first time I saw him. Our relationship was purely professional. I did feel something stronger towards him, but the feelings were never returned. And I doubted they ever would be.
