Go Home
by PunkZinn

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Summery: Short and Gilesish. Not too much. R&R.

"Willow?" Giles laid his hand on her shoulder. "Willow, wake up."

Willow sat up and pushed her laptop away.

"It's late, Willow, you should go home and get some rest."

"I'm ok, I think we're on the verge of finding that protection spell for Buffy."

"I'm ok for tonight, Will," said Buffy from the door where she was getting her coat on. "Besides you were drooling on your keyboard."

Willow grabbed her laptop and Giles smiled. "I'll give you girls a ride home," he said, "Just give me a minute to lock up."

"We're ok, Giles, thanks," said Buffy.

"Are you sure?"

"Yah, goodnight."

"Goodnight, Giles," Willow grabbed her coat and hurried out the door after Buffy, laptop in tow. The door closed behind her with a heavy thud.

"Goodnight, Willow," said Giles. He sat down in the nearest chair and ran a hand through his hair exhausted. He glanced around the dim shop. With the girls gone it was dreary and without laughter or even a hint of cheer.

"Go home you old man," he said to himself and sighed.