A/N: Again, I own nothing. Don't sue. Please leave luv in the form of reviews. The translations for the German and Romanian are in italics. I'm not an expert so if I screw up don't yell.

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Catherine awoke close to noon and decided to unpack her things, doubting anyone else would be awake. As she placed her clothes in the drawers of a dresser, Catherine called CJ back home to check on things. Typical questions were asked as they both filled each other in on how everyone was doing. As Catherine was about to hang up, CJ's voice took a serious tone.

"Have you told them why you're there?" he asked.

"I will later if I think I need to. This isn't about them and I don't even think Angel would want to be involved," she said quietly. Catherine heard the huffy sigh from the other end. "I promise I'll tell them soon and I'll be extra careful. I swear."

"You better, otherwise I'm kicking your ass. Be careful."

"Always am. Bye CJ." Catherine placed the phone back onto the receiver and finished unpacking. After she had finished stacking the extra weapons in the wardrobe, she removed a framed photograph. Looking at, Catherine sat on the bed and fought back the sadness threatening to wash over her as her fingers traced the outline of the people in the picture. Ten years since CJ and her had lost their friend Charlie. I'll finish this. I'll make it right, she thought before placing the picture on the night stand. Catherine took a deep breath to steady herself before heading to the lobby. Catherine quietly made her way down to the lobby and noticed no one was around. The files, she reminded herself as she headed towards the back offices where Angel had went last night. Stepping into his office she looked around at the books and few photos he had put up. She recognized Connor being held as a baby by a dark haired girl. One of Gunn, standing proudly with Angel and several other people. She recognized the platinum blonde vampire from her slayer memories. One of the girls looked almost exactly like Illyria only more human and she stood beside a very distinguished young man. Okay, quit being nosy and look for those files, she scolded herself. Catherine checked the papers on the top of the desk then looked at the locked file cabinet. Do I really want to break the lock? she thought. Catherine never got the chance to decide as she heard approaching footsteps. Hastily she moved to the lobby by the coffee machine to seem like she had just gotten there. Dawn and the little blonde slayer were sleepily making there way down the stairs.

"Ooo, coffee. You read my mind. You up for some breakfast?" Dawn greeted yawning, "How 'bout it Elsie?"

Elsie just stared at her blankly when Catherine came to the rescue. "Wurden Sie mögen irgendein Frühstück?" Would you like some breakfast

"Oh-, ja. Wie über Eier und Wurst?" Oh, yes. How about eggs and sausage? Elsie said with a smile. Catherine smiled back and let Dawn know what she wanted. Agreeing with the idea, the three made their way to the kitchen and discussed plans for the day as they prepared breakfast.

Angel sat in his room looking over the files Kate had brought him. In truth it was more a glance. He'd been sitting there since he heard Catherine wake up and the one ended conversation with CJ that morning. Now Angel knew she was hiding something and it bothered him that she still didn't want to involve him. Angel forced himself to concentrate on the files. There had been a sudden rash of murders in LA. Nothing really seemed to link anyone together. Locations, ethnicity, age, gender were all different. The only thing linking them was the way they had been killed. Kate knew they had a serial killer on their hands but couldn't make any reasonable connections, which made her bring the case to Angel. Now he sat here wondering how he was going to make a connection and stop this maniac. Voices drifted up the floors and Angel decided to head down for breakfast, hoping to learn a little bit more as to Catherine's being there. Catherine felt Angel approaching and tried to steel herself before he entered. Somehow he always managed to unhinge her calm exterior just a little.

"So, what are your plans for the day Catherine?" he asked. Suspicion tinged his tone and Catherine knew he was up to something. Calmly she began to answer when Dawn cut her off.

"We're heading down to Melrose for some shopping fun. Unless you need me here to man the phones?"

"No, that's fine Dawn. You deserve some time off. But I want you two to be careful. There's a maniac roaming about so take your cells' so you can call us. We'll be here training," Angel said all the while looking directly at Catherine. She returned his stare showing as much indifference as she could.

"Well I'm going to head upstairs and get ready," Catherine said putting her dishes away and heading for her room. She was almost to her door when a hand caught her by her upper arm. She allowed herself to be turned and found she staring into dark eyes full of concern.

"Why are you really here Caty? And don't so vacation, because I know that's not why," Angel said in a deep tone. Catherine started to feel a low tingle in the small of her back as she looked into his eyes. She quickly turned her head to avoid his gaze.

"I'm here to see some people. Old friends of mine. And that's the truth. Ask Dawn because she's coming with me to meet them if you don't believe me," Catherine said evenly. Angel could still feel the sensation that she was holding something back. He felt her temperature quickly rise for a minute before she calmed herself. Something was making him feel nervous just touching her and he let go. Not knowing what was going on but he could feel something. Something he couldn't explain. When he released her Catherine practically ran to her room and closed the door, leaving Angel to stare after her. On the other side, Catherine gulped for air. Why was she feeling like this? she thought to herself. Old feelings started to resurface and she forced them down. It's been over a hundred years, get a grip Catherine, she chided herself as she stepped into the shower. Down the hall, Angel heard her heartbeat race. He stood a moment more and willed the feelings not to come. I'm imagining things, he reasoned with himself and pushed the thoughts from his mind.

Catherine and Dawn leisurely strolled up and down Melrose Avenue shopping and visiting. They were becoming fast friends and Catherine could see the spark the young girl had. They talked about how she'd soon be done with school and what she was planning on next when the conversation turned to Connor and Angel.

"So, do you think Connor will be in you near future?" Catherine asked coyly. Dawn choked a little on her mochacinno before answering.

"I hope so. I mean, I know everyone thinks we're really too young and we don't know and that love is hard. But all I know is, I feel so lost when he's not around, like I wouldn't be able to survive."

"I know the feeling. I think you guys know what you want."

"I wish everyone else thought that way. Buffy keeps telling me a real love takes forever, that you sometimes never noticed the real love in front of you till it's too late and I know Angel agrees with her. They think we love each other out of convenience."

"I don't think you do. Sometimes, it does take a while to notice real love, but sometimes you know right away. You have common things. That should be a good idea that this could work, not that it's anything less."

Dawn smiled at the thought. It was nice to hear someone have a different opinion. One that gave her hope. Catherine stared ahead thoughtfully. "Don't let anyone tell you what you feel isn't real. Even if it doesn't last forever. The point is its real now, and you can work on keeping it that way." Dawn was about to thank her for the advice, when Catherine stopped in front of a small occult store. Catherine opened the door and headed in as Dawn curiously followed.

The store was small but spacious. It was brightly decorated with beads and fabrics. Dawn thought of the old Magic Box from Sunnydale as she looked around. Suddenly a small older looking woman emerged form the back. She wore a red kerchief over her dark curls. The woman was adorned with jewelry galore and looked every bit the part of the pictures of old gypsies. The woman's dark eyes grew large as she spotted Catherine and rushed towards the woman with open arms and shouting phrases Dawn could barely understand.

"Al meu copil! Mi-e dor de tine!" My child I have missed you

"Sabina! I missed you too. You look wonderful," Catherine said as she stepped back to look at her. Dawn stood silently in a slight awe. The woman's accent was heavy and somehow Dawn knew she had heard it somewhere before.

"You flatter me to much," Sabina said as she motioned for them to sit down at a table covered in rich cloths. "It is well to see you child. How is CJ?"

"He's the same and sends his love."

"Good. And who is this young one?" she asked looking finally at Dawn. Dawn sat speechless, not knowing what to say, so Catherine answered for her.

"This is Dawn. Sister to the greatest slayer ever," Catherine answered smiling. Dawn smiled nervously at the woman who was observing her with a sharpness Dawn wasn't used to.

"Ah, but you were once more, yes? A cheie lumina, key of light. Oh well that is past," Sabina said looking her over then turned back to Catherine. "You come to have your future read finally my dear."

"Not if I can help it. I'm here to make sure you're okay. I heard some things…"

"Yes the moarte, death of our people. I fear the a daunator, an evil is involved. It is possible the vrajitor, the sorcerer has come for vengeance." Sabina looked at Catherine somberly. Her smile now gone from her face. Catherine sat stonily soaking in what the woman was saying. Deep down she knew but now her fears were realized. Dawn sat quietly watching the exchange. She knew something was happening, but didn't know what.

Outside, a dark figure watched the store. He knew she would return to this place soon. He smiled at the thought of his vengeance being sated with her death. The smile grew wider as he thought of the dark blonde that was accompanying her.