Angel sat at his desk, piles of papers sat in front of him to sign. One signature ensured funding for a shelter on 183rd street. Another stopped a triad of demons from eating babies on All Saints Day. It was fighting the good fight, but not exactly what he had in mind when he took the job.

"Hair gel's losing it hold there" came a cockneyed voice in front of him. Angel looked up with an annoyed and brooding looking brow at the blonde vampire.

"Really the brown locks starting to droop, mate" Spike continued to pester from a chair in front of Angel's desk. He had his feet propped up on a table in front of him. "Might be time to upgrade to the super hold. See mine. Nice, short, slicked back-"

"More bleach then the cleaning staff of Wolfram and Hart uses in a month" Angel added in cutting him off. "So is there a reason you're in my office, aside from attempting to drive me crazy"

"Don't normally see myself needing much more of a reason then that, but actually got a couple of them today"

"Well..." Angel said with impatience and fustration that he'd jab his pen into Spike's neck if he thought it would shut him up for once.

"When do I get to drive?" Spike demanded.

"Excuse me?" Angel replied not understanding the question.

"When do I get to be in charge? Drive the evil law firm from the big comfy chair."

"You don't." Angel scoffed.

"Oh come on. Don't tell me your such a stick in the mud that you don't want to share. 'Fraid I'd do a better job?" Spike egged him on.

"Definately not, and where did you get the idea of wanting to run this place anyways." Angel set down his pen to focus on interogating Spike.

"Was snooping around and found that contract you signed, entitling you to keys to the kingdom." Spike started to explain. "Thing is contract specifies 'vampire with a soul' you just happen to be the one that signed it."

"Oh, not this again!" Angel said exasperated, "Look first it's the being a ghost thing, then you want the Shanshu, now this, can't you just be content with existing?"

"Look just cause you got to it first doesn't mean that this lot wasn't ment for me. Just want my fair share."

Knocking at the office door interupted the argue ment as a blonde secretary peaked her head in the door. "Sorry to interupt, Boss, but I had your drink and I didn't want it to get cold."

"Sure, ok Harmony, come in." Angel attempted to calm him self down in his chair, as Harmony entered and crossed the room setting a coffe mug on Angel's desk.

"See, even got my ex waiting on you hand and foot" Spike thrust his hands out making his point.

"Hey, yeah he has a point" Harmony started, "But this is my job description, and I'm not turning down anything with free dental"

Angel too a quick sip of the contents of the mug and spit it back out. "Harmony, what is this?"

"Oh, uh..." Harmony stutered for a moment, "Well, I couldn't remember if you wanted coffee of blood, so I mixed them together."

"Harmony!" Angel for some unkown reason felt compelled to take an other sip "actually...it's not too bad"

Harmony smiled big and left the room.

"Spike, not letting you run things. You have some other reason for being here, you said" Angel said before taking an other sip.

"Yeah, said you had a mission for me." Spike spirted out distracted by the possibility that coffee and blood could taste good together.

"Oh, got a problem that you and me can't really deal with on our own. Some demons seem to be catering to some wealthy Hills women. Performing slaying, decapitaions, for money. Meeting take place in an inbetwen plane. We are not exactly able to get an invite, and I refuse to Fred in that kind of danger."

Spike raised an eye brow in question, "And this has whut to do with me?"

"Need you you to find the girl for the mission" Angel tosses Spike a folder with a photo of Faith on top of it. "I need you to find, Faith"