"Please"
By: AlidaHush
Summary: Season 5. Post-Destiny. There's a Slayer in LA that the Senior Partners have their eyes on and it's up to Spike and Angel to find her. But when they do, will they be ready to deal with the hard choices she brings with her?
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Wish to hell I did. Enjoy the torture.
Distribution: Go for it. Make sure you link me though.
Chapter One
The office was bustling, as usual. People walked by, ignored him and kept walking. He was well used to being a phantom in the office by now. Even after getting his nice shiny solidity back, people still walked right through him as if he wasn't there. The only time he was there was when Angel needed him for something…
"Spike! Get in here."
Case and point…
Spike sighed and followed the voice of his Sire, which led him into the enormous sterile office. Inside stood the entire group of lackeys, all looking downright pissed and waiting for Angel to say his piece. Angel himself had his hands planted on his hips like he was going to break himself in two. The scowl was ever present and his eyes narrowed as Spike sauntered in.
Spike sneered slightly in reply and then plopped down in the red armchair in front of Angel's desk.
"Good. Now that we're all here," Angel began, his voice dripping with false happiness.
Oh, he's in a right mood…
"There's been reports of a Slayer in town." he said, finally unclamping his hands from his waist and putting them on the desk in front of him. He leaned down, transferring the weight from his feet to his hands.
"A Slayer, eh? They finally gonna give you your retirement bonus now?" Spike asked, chuckling at the glare that Angel shot him.
"Eve tells me that the Senior Partners need her for something. So, we're supposed to go and retrieve her." Angel continued, pulling himself up straight and giving Eve a little look.
"A Slayer?" Wesley asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "What do the Senior Partners want with a Slayer? That's Watcher territory."
"Didn't say. But, I'm not really in a position to question. What the Senior Partners do isn't my concern." Angel said darkly.
"Oh, right, 'cause you're not the CEO of their evil law firm." Spike said shortly, shifting so that his hands rested on his knees.
"Spike, shut up."
"I'm just sayin', Starsky an' bleedin' Hutch rooting around in the mortal coil's got to mean something."
"I wasn't asking you." Angel ground out, his eyes narrowing again. Spike scoffed and stood swiftly to his feet.
"He does have a point, Angel." Wesley piped up before Spike could turn and go. "Perhaps we should look a bit more deeply into the matter. She's a Slayer."
Angel sighed and looked at Eve out of the corner of his eye.
"Eve? You think you can get a bead on what they want with her?" he finally asked, turning his whole head to face her. She sighed and shrugged.
"I can try. But, talking to the Big Boys is like getting blood from a stone." she explained, uncrossing her legs and standing from her seat on the sofa. Spike gave her a dark look. Angel's look wasn't far behind. In reply, Eve rolled her eyes.
"Fine. I'm on it." she sighed, crossing the room to the door. Wes watched her go, his eyes following her all the way out into the lobby.
"I don't much trust her." Wes admitted, glancing at Fred. She nodded slightly.
"Me neither." Angel whispered, arms now crossed over his chest. Spike shrugged and looked out into the lobby.
"I don't mind her." he said, cocking his head with a smile. When he looked back at Angel, he was glaring. Spike just smiled back.
Continued..