Part 2

"All right, I want to catch this Son of a Bitch as soon as possible. This means I'm going to need fingerprints, blood test, cause of death, the whole shebang tonight," ordered Willow, ideas of how to catch this monster already running through her head.
"No can do, Willow. As much as I want to help you, tomorrow is Christmas, I need to get home to my family." sighed Winifred.
"Wasn't there another body like this a couple days ago? Do you think they could be connect in some way?" asked the detective hoping Fred would feel guilty and agree to what she was asking.
The young doctor knew that she wouldn't be able to turn that down. "Tomorrow morning is the earliest I can promise you."
"You're a doll. I appreciate it," smiled the red head

"I'm home," Angel shouted as he walked in the door of his old, stone mansion. Instead of being greeted by a bouncy little girl, he was greeted with silence. "Well, I thought I was in the right house. It sure looks like our house, it definitely smells like the right house, but the noise is nothing like my residence," said Angel, playing along with the game that he walked into.

He took the journey up the stairs and to the bedrooms, opening the doors to each room on the way to check if his niece was hidden away in one of them. He finally checked in the bathroom closet, and was about to shut the door when he saw nothing, but was suddenly attacked by a young girl.

"Ahhhhh," she screamed hoping to scare her capture in question.

Angel laughed as he swung Logan around in circles. "How was your day today?"

"I wrote you a story," she said proudly.

"Well that's great; I can't wait to read it. You have great visions," he said carrying Logan to her mother's room.
"They're my visions, I swear," she giggled.

"Hey Cordy," he greeted as he came into her bedroom checking to see how she was. He looked down at the cast that held her broken leg in place, and chuckling slightly as he saw all the pink, blue and green coloring that was adorning it. "We have an artist and a great hider."
"I guess. She's been wild all day, couldn't get her to calm down. So did you bring the ice cream?" she asked upset that he was almost 3 hours later than he should be.
"Yes," he sighed, knowing that if he didn't stop by the store he would be in more trouble than he already was. "I got it, everything you wanted, and a little more hoping you could forgive me."
"I understand that your work is demanding, we were just expecting you."
Angel left the room leave Cordy who was surfing away on her laptop.
"Ok, your turn. I believe it's past ten, and that is way past your bedtime. Why aren't you in bed already?" Angel asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I was waiting for you to get home," she pouted pushing out her lower lip.

"Go say goodnight to your mother, and I'll be waiting in your room," he ordered.

"Ok, let's put doggie over here on this side of you and we'll put Sally over here on the other side. Make sure you keep them nice and warm," requested Angel as he put Logan's favorite toys beside her.
When Angel got her tucked into bed safely with her dolly Sally, he went to turn out her lamp.
"Where were you tonight?" she asked, missing him while he was gone.
"I was helping a young women," he explained hoping she would take that as enough of an answer.
"Will they have Rudolph with them tomorrow when we go to visit Santa?"
"They will have Rudolph with them tomorrow if you go to sleep right now," he said matter-of-factly.
"I doubt they care what time I'm in bed," she said arguing back.
"Oh, but they do. Don't you know that Santa doesn't give presents to little girls and boys who stay up past their bed time."
That night Angel went to bed soundly knowing that when he woke up tomorrow there would only be one day left until Christmas, and he would be able to be with his family for more than a couple hours at a time.

The tall, dark haired man in nothing but pajama bottoms stood in the kitchen creating breakfast for the two women that were now living with him. Whistling a jaunty tune he flipped the pancakes that were cooking in the pan as he chopped up a variety of fruit to eat along with the other contents.
When everything was just how he wanted it, he delivered it straight to Cordy's room, not that he really had a choice. He called out to Logan to come eat with the rest of them. "Come on Loge, we have to eat quickly so we can be first in line to visit Santa," he shouted down the hall into her room. Waiting, when he didn't get a reply he called her name out again.
He sighed as he set the tray down on the bed beside his sister and went to call out again but was interrupted by Cordelia. "You don't think she's still asleep do you?"
"I don't think so, I mean I thought she would be up by now, excited to go. She doesn't have a new hiding space that I don't know about does she?" he asked, figuring that was the only reason she wasn't coming in here.
"I don't know, probably. Logan! Get in here know. Breakfast is getting cold and you have to leave soon," ordered the brunette to her eight year old daughter.
Angel looked through the house, in her usual hiding spots, her room, and places that she hadn't hidden before.
"Angel!" Cordy called from her room. "She wouldn't go out in the garden would she?" she asked, worry creeping through her.
"She knows not to go outside alone, but I'll go check," Angel sighed. "The food's getting cold, just eat your breakfast."
Logan loved to look at all the flowers that were housed in the garden; her favorites were the white roses that climbed up the fountain made of three horses. Angel figured his highly imaginative, hyper niece was probably just running around out there pretending she was in the jungle or on some exciting adventure. Stepping outside, he walked down the stone paths that lead to the different areas of the erotic place checking for the young girl as he went. He even checked in between and underneath plants just to make sure she wasn't hiding somewhere that was not easily seen. When he was positive she was no where in there, he went back inside to once again search the great room and kitchen. As he was moving to the kitchen he glanced towards the front door, and the sight before him sent a cold chill down his spine.
The chain on the front door that protected them from unwanted visitors was cut in half, allowing anyone who wanted it, entrance into the house.
The scared man stepped outside hoping that his niece was just out here playing with one of her toys. The only thing that he found resembling the brown haired girl was her pink slipper that she wore to bed, but nothing else, every other trace of her was lost.
He ran back into the house, running up into the awaiting mother's room. "She's gone Cordelia, gone," he said with a wavering voice.
"What do you mean 'she's gone'? She isn't gone, she's just playing outside, maybe she's in the garage, have you checked the garage?" she asked, not wanting to believe that her little girl had disappeared.
"The chain was cut, Cordy. She's gone. Someone came in in the middle of the night and took her. I don't know who and why, but we'll find her, I promise," Angel promised while picking up the phone. He turned on the phone and started to dial the known number of 911. He became frustrated when he couldn't find a dial tone, and wasn't able to contact the police. "What the fuck is up with the phone? Whoever the hell is on the phone get off right now, this is an emergency," he shouted into the phone.
"Yes, I suppose it is an emergency isn't it?" said the person on the other side of the phone.
"Who the fuck is this?" he shouted again, ready to kill anyone who got in the way of saving the little girl he loved.
"That really isn't of importance to you. You have something I want, and I'm guessing that I have something you want," said the mysterious man as he held the phone up to the little girl's mouth.
"Mommy! Angel!" she cried into the phone.
Angel's face was drained of all its color. "Logan, are you ok, did they hurt you. Where are you?" he asked, not being able to get enough questions out at once.

"Angel, can I come home now?" Logan asked in a scared voice.
"Uh uh uh," he taunted. "That's enough. I'll give you a chance to get your niece back." He went on to explain what Angel was supposed to do, " You're treating a girl, Buffy Summers. She protects something in her head with her life; there is not one single person that she will tell. It's a 6 digit number, you have to get that from her and to me, and if you accomplish that, you can have Logan back," he reasoned. "There are some rules though, number 1, you have until 5 o'clock tonight to get the numbers, number 2, you must listen to everything I tell you, and number 3, don't say a word, not to anyone; don't call the police, don't tell someone that you know. If you break one of these rules, I will kill Logan, not because I have to , but because these are the rules," he said sternly.
With this, Angel hung up the phone, and Cordelia stared in fury at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing. He has my baby, and you just hung up on the phone with him. Give me the damn phone, Angel. I'm calling the police," she demanded, tears now pooling around her neck.
"Cordelia, NO. You can't call the police. If you do, he'll kill her."
"Why are you doing this?" she wondered as the fear took over her mind.
"Because, I believe him. I have to go now. Call me if you need something," he insisted while handed her the cell phone that had rested on the dresser, and then he took off out the door.
In Logan's room he collect a few things, filling a basket full, and he headed out of the house and to the hospital.

"I don't know how good I'm going to be. I'm scared," said the young girl honestly.
"It's alright," soothed Willow, as she hoped that the young women beside her would know who they dead girl was. Willow opened the door where all the doctors were examining other people who have passed away. "Tray 57, please," she said before returning to Jenny.
"I've never seen a dead body before, I think I might get sick," said the scared woman as her face turned a light shade of green.
"It's alright, no one around here would mind, Jenny."
The two of them walked in front of the window where they would roll the body out for Jenny to make an accurate identification. When Willow's cell rang, she looked down at the number and saw that it was her girlfriend Tara.
"Uh, excuse me, I'm gonna have to take this, but I'll be right over there if you need me."
As she talked on the phone with her girlfriend she heard a scream from the girl she left behind. Bidding her lover a quick goodbye she ran back over to the girl who was now hysterically crying.
"It's her," she sobbed, "It's Lilah."
"Thank you for all that you did, I really appreciate it. I just need to ask you a quick question."

As Angel drove to the Bridgeview Psychiatric Hospital a man on a yellow motorcycle followed him, making sure he did nothing that could ruin the plan that they had built.

When both Dr. O'Connor and the man behind the helmet arrived at their destination, the follower watched closely at everything the doctor did.

"Did he double alarm the car?" asked the person in charge over a radio that was hidden inside the helmet.

"No," the man responded.

"Good, that means we've got the doctor focused."

Angel ran inside the building and up the stairs to the floor that held his friend's office. Seeing that he locked the door, he quickly searched for the janitor. "Excuse me, could you please unlock the door to Mr. Pryce's office?" he asked as politely as he could, considering he didn't have a minute to waste.
"I don't think he's coming in today," answered the janitor.
"It's ok, he won't mind, I'm in kind of a hurry though, so if you could please unlock it, I'd be grateful."
The man unlocked the door, and Angel quickly began his work on finding out anything he could. Searching around the room he looked for the file that held the needed information on Buffy Anne Summers. Finding a filing cabinet he tried pulling open the door, he saw that this was also locked. Finding a letter opener laying on the desk he picked it up and picked the lock open, flipping through the folders until he found the right one.