How could he let her go?
Lilah was everything to him. She was his light; his life. She was his reason not to have killed himself all those months ago. Wesley knew that if anything happened to him, Lilah would be desolate. Who knew what she would do then? Wesley didn't know what she would do now since she was alone. He knew a way that he could, at the very least; keep tabs on her to make sure she didn't do anything completely insane. Wesley picked up the phone. What was their number, again? Oh, there it was - Angel kept it taped to the phone at all times. He dialed slowly; pausing to make sure he pushed each button correctly. If he entered a wrong number, it would take longer to explain than it would to simply dial the phone number carefully. "Hello?" someone answered on the other line. Wesley didn't recognize the voice, but that was only to be expected. Wesley knew that the house currently had lots of strangers living in it.
"Hello, may I please speak to Willow?" Wesley asked, holding his breath.
"Yeah, sure, hold on... WILLOW! SOMEONE'S ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!" Wesley heard him call. He heard someone reply, "Andrew! If it's another long-distance call from L.A., get me one of the glowing orby-things out of the cabinet by the dish washer!" Wesley smiled. "Um, excuse me, is this a long-distance call from L.A.?" the person, presumably Andrew, asked. "Well, yes, but you needn't get one of the orbs. This hasn't anything to do with magic. Well, what I need to ask Willow to do, at least." "Oh, okay. So... do you like The X-Files?" Andrew asked. "Who doesn't like the X-Files?" Wesley replied incredulously. The two of them talked in that such nerdy way for a while longer and then Willow took the phone. "Hello?" "Willow, its Wesley." "Oh, hi, Wesley. How's Angel and Fred and everybody?" Willow asked. She sounded tired. Wesley wondered what was wrong. "They're all... fine, I suppose. Anyway, Willow, I was wondering if you could do me a favor. It involves hacking a tracking chip." "Oh, yeah. I can do that... why, what is it?" Willow asked.
"I want to find a girl. Her name is Lilah, and she works at Wolfram and Hart. I know that they insert all of their employees with tracking chips, so if you could hack the system, I would know where she is. "Anything for you, Wesley," Willow said. "I'll call you back in an hour; let you know what's up."
