**I do NOT own anything Angel! All rights go to Joss Whedon and TNT! This is for enjoyment purposes only! I know that while Spike is part of the team they are at Wolfram & Hart, but I really like the first office better, and I figured that the could keep the hotel as well. Please read and review! **
"Angel Investigations, We help the helpless," said the woman who answered the phone.
"Is Angel there?" asked the voice through the phone.
"He is with a client at the moment, I would be happy-" started Cordelia. "Hello?"
"What happened?" asked Wesley looking up from the book.
"Who ever that was just hung up," said Cordelia
"Maybe it was a wrong number," suggested Wesley.
"They asked for Angel. I don't know about you, but I don't think there are that many Angel's in Los Angeles," said Cordelia.
Wesley shook his head as he went back to reading about the particular demon they were fixing to face. Cordelia went back to filing things away. The door to Angel's office opened and the client walked through. She smiled at the two as she walked out the front door. Cordelia looked back at Angel as he walked over to the coffee machine.
"Some body called for you," said Cordelia.
"And?" said Angel.
"She hung up on me when I told her that you were in a meeting with a client," said Cordelia.
"Did they leave a name or anything," said Angel.
"Nope. Just hung up," said Cordelia.
"They will probably call back," said Angel.
The day went by without any hassles. Cordelia was closing everything up when someone walked through the door. Wesley had already gone home for the night and Angel was down in his house. Cordelia looked up to see a red head standing in the doorway. She had on a pair of jeans and a tight black shirt with a leather jacket over top of it. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She smiled at Cordelia as she walked through the door.
"Can I help you?" asked Cordelia.
"This is Angel Investigations, right?" she asked.
"Yes, but we are closed, unless you have a dire emergency that needs immediate assistance. If not, please come back tomorrow during our business hours," said Cordelia.
Angel had heard Cordelia talking. At first he thought she was talking to herself then he heard that voice. That unforgettable voice. He rode up the elevator and watched through the window. He heard Cordelia tell her to come back tomorrow, but all she did was smile at Cordelia.
"I am sure that he will see me, even if it isn't a dire emergency," said the red head.
"He has retired for the night. I will be sure-," started Cordelia.
"It's alright Cordy," said Angel walking through the door.
"Angel," smiled the red head.
"Persephone," said Angel.
"Persephone?" said Cordelia.
"Yes, I was named after the Greek Goddess of the Underworld," she replied.
"And it suits you," said Angel. "What are you doing here?"
"I need your help," said Persephone.
"I'm not Angelus any more," said Angel.
"I know. The vampire with a soul," said Persephone. "It's Spike."
"What about him?" asked Angel.
"I think he is in trouble," said Persephone.
"That's his own fault," scoffed Cordelia.
Cordelia suddenly found self being held against the wall by a very pissed off Persephone, who was a vampire. Angel grabbed Persephone's arm and jerked her back to where she was originally standing.
"You want my help, you don't attack my employees," said Angel.
"Fine, but she needs to watch was she says," said Persephone.
"What happened to Spike?" asked Angel.
Persephone glared at Cordelia. Angel rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Come down stairs and have a drink, and I will see you tomorrow Cordelia," said Angel.
"Bye," said Cordelia as she made her way to the door.
Persephone followed Angel to the elevator and rode down with him. Once they reached his home they walked into the kitchen. Angel grabbed two glasses and poured the O+ blood into the glasses. Persephone smiled as she took a sip.
"Should've known you would have it in a bottle and not have someone down here," smiled Persephone.
"Spike?" said Angel.
"Right," said Persephone setting the glass down. "I haven't heard from him and almost thirty-five. And I've been trying to find him, and the trail ends cold here. He's never dropped off the map before."
"And you want me to find him?" asked Angel.
"Yes, isn't that what you do. You are a private investigator," said Persephone.
"Seph, is you want to find him, dangle a body from a building; which you wont do. If Spike wants to be found, he will be," said Angel.
"You're his grand-sire, why don't you care about him anymore?" asked Persephone standing up.
"Because he is a demon from hell," said Angel.
"It wasn't too long ago that you were like us too, Angel. A soul and a name change don't make you different. It's like a new coat of paint on a piece of shit car," said Persephone. "And don't call me Seph."
Persephone turned and walked up the stairs back to the office. She grabbed her coat and walked out the door. She walked down the street until she came to a club. It was an all demon club. She walked in and set her coat on the back of a chair and ordered a drink. A guy walked up and sat down next to her.
"Having troubles, darling?" he asked.
"What makes you say that?" asked Persephone.
"The aura you give off," he said. "Why don't you go sing. It will make you feel better.
"I don't sing," said Persephone.
"Neither do a lot of the demons in here," he said.
Persephone looked up at the demon she was talking too. She smiled as she finished her drink.
"I guess for you, Lorne, I will," said Persephone.
Persephone got up and walked up to the stage and looked through the songbook. Once she found a song she smiled as she told the coordinator what she wanted. She walked back on the stage and stood behind the microphone. She waited until the music started. She smiled as the first cords of the music played, and then she sang:
It's been seven hours and fifteen days/Since you took your love away/I go out every night and sleep all day/Since you took your love away/Since you been gone I can do whatever I want/I can see whomever I choose/I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant/But nothing/I said nothing can take away these blues/`Cause nothing compares/Nothing compares to you
Lorne looked on as Persephone sang. When she said that she couldn't sing, it was a lie. She had a beautiful voice; well that's what Lorne thought anyway. She looked sad as she sang, didn't help that she was singing a sad song.
The song ended and the club erupted in cheers. Persephone smiled shyly as she walked off the stage. She ordered another drink when she got back to the bar. Lorne watched her the entire time. When she finished her drink she looked over at him and frowned.
"What is it?" asked Persephone.
"Nothing, nothing at all," said Lorne. "Why don't you com back tomorrow. I haven't seen you in a while and it would be nice to sit and talk."
Persephone smiled, "Of course. But you're gonna tell me what you saw, right?"
Lorne chuckled nervously and smiled, "Of course."
**The song is 'Nothing Compares 2 U' by Sinead O'Connor**
