Chapter 1
Pan into the front face of Wolfram & Hart. We see a pair of leather boots making their way through the entrance, a delicate finger presses the button on the elevator, and the doors slide closed, leaving the tall figure, faceless. The elevator rings and the door opens. Our stranger makes their way towards the office of Angel. Harmony, the secretary, watches in awe as the stranger ignores her request to take a seat, finding the stranger eerily familiar. The stranger places two palms on the glass doors and pushes them open, facing a crowded office, and makes herself known. Standing before them is a tall, rather athletic woman, late twenties, with alabaster skin, and short, raven black hair. Enveloping her body are a pair of worn, frayed, form fitting jeans, a strapless, black leather bodice, encompassing her tall frame is a leather trench coat, frayed at the edges. Strapped across her shoulder is a black messenger bag. Her dark, green eyes are piercing.
Selah: Miss me?
Spike: Hell, poppet, how can I miss ya, when I haven't the bloodiest idea who you are?
Angel stands over his desk, mouth open, dropping a thin manila file folder to the floor. The papers go astray. Fred scurries to pick them up.
Angel: Selah?
Spike: Selah? The Slayer's cousin?
He looks her over, nods in approval.
Spike: The years have done you good.
Angel: How'd you get past the detectors?
Selah: Funny, I'd ask you the same but...
The others, including Gunn and Lorne, stand in silence, waiting their boss' next move. Who is she? Why would the alarms have gone off? Weren't they for vampires? Alarmed that the stranger offers to be frisked for their own safety, snaps Gunn to attention. He offers to do the safety search. He offers his hand to Selah.
Gunn: Name's Gunn.
Selah: (looks him over and winks) Sure is.
Lorne, who senses a rare jealousy in Angel, shoos Gunn to the side and gives his boss the go. Angel saunters over to Selah who is still standing in the doorway, the glass doors, frosted, have closed behind her. He begins to search her, beginning at the ankles, roaming up her thighs, perhaps a bit slower and harder than he needed to. He glides his hands up to her abdomen, where he squeezes her left side. Selah flinches. Angel appears to recall why, darkness behind his eyes.
Selah: Easy. Time doesn't heal all wounds.
Angel: Take off the trench.
Selah: (throws it off, lands on a nearby chair. She turns around; two large tattoos, resembling angel wings cascade over and down her blades.) You're the boss.
Angel: (notices tattoos) That's new.
Selah: So are a lot of things.
Angel: Why are you back?
Selah: Heard L.A. needed some help, and by the looks of it…Angel Investigations has gone to hell in a hand basket.
She glares at Angel. The others are taken back. No one ever had such a rapport with him. Who was she?
Selah: Look who's holdin' the handle.
Angel: It's not what it looks like.
Selah: Nothing ever is with you, Angel.
Fred, senses the tension, makes her way over. Stumbling over her words, she greets Selah.
Fred: I'm Fred…Winifred, well, no one calls me that…Angel here didn't mention he was expectin' a visitor.
Angel turns his head to Fred, apparent that he had no idea.
Fred: Right, ha, silly me, he had no idea. Well don't I feel like an idiot.
Selah: Don't worry about it.
Selah: He was never one for surprises. This time is no different.
Wesley walks in, oblivious to who has arrived. He is mumbling something about an ancient incantation. Notices everyone is silent and facing the very door, he entered not a moment ago. Seeing Selah, he gasps.
Wesley: Well, I'll be…
Selah: Huh. Heard the Watcher's Council kicked you out. Looks good on you, Wes.
Wesley: (Stutters, blushes) Th-Thank you.
Angel is still close to Selah, he turns his face towards her, his lips dangerously close to her ear.
Angel: You're a hard one to find, Selah.
Selah: (scoffs, nods) Speak for yourself.
Selah: Hard to locate those who are "helping the helpless" when they are too busy siding with the spineless.
Lorne: Listen, you raven haired harlot, be careful who you are calling spineless.
Selah: No offense, I can sing for you, if that will ease your ill feelings.
Wesley: How'd you know…?
Selah: Anagogic demon, reads auras, has a fancy little place for Karaoke.
Wesley: Huh.
Angel: She always did her homework, Wesley.
Selah: Are we through? I kinda had a long day.
Angel: Yeah, we're through…for now.
He walks over to his desk and presses a button on his phone. Harmony picks up.
Angel: I need a drink.
Selah: I'll take a water.
Angel: Make that two. No, Harmony, one water, one blood.
Harmony: (on speaker) But boss, wouldn't she rather…
Angel: Harmony!
Harmony: Right away, boss!
Selah walks over to Angel's desk and sits in his swivel chair. She faces the gang and is greeted by stares. She waves.
Selah: Hey…again.
Angel: Can you guys give us a few?
Wesley: Yes, yes, can't you see we need to play catch up?
Angel: You too, Wesley.
Wesley: Rr-right, of course. I do have some work to do.
Gunn: (os to Fred) You think she and Angel…
Fred: (os to Gunn) Oh, gross…that's just…well, maybe.
They exit Angel's office and we see a close up of Angel's face.
Angel: Why are you really here?
Selah: Why are YOU really here? Is this how you want to go out, being the boss of the big bad?
Angel: I told you, it's not…
Selah: …what it seems, yeah I got that part.
She spins and stands up quickly and walks over to the big glass windows overlooking downtown L.A.
Selah: Nice view. Too bad it's all smoke and mirrors.
Angel: Selah…
Selah: What happened to you, Angel? Fighting the big bad, snuffing the evil out, one pathetic demon at a time.
Angel: I know how this must all look, but I swear, there's a purpose.
Angel: (os) What that is…I haven't figured out yet.
Selah: So you never answered my question.
Angel: I thought I just did.
Selah: No, when I first walked in…
Angel: You mean when you made your big entrance…
Selah: Right. So did you?
Angel: Did I what?
Selah: Miss me?
End shot with Selah's piercing green eyes, awaiting Angel's answer.