Disclaimers: All the characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon.

Chapter two: First day.

There was nothing like running through the park on a hot summer's afternoon. This was his remedy for anything. You had a bad day? Just go and run. It was like all the badness was the sweat and the more you sweat the better you felt. Gravel rustling as he pounded his feet onto the path. When he got in the rhythm, William slipped on his earphone and hit play. Picking up pace to the hard rock sound of Voices by Disturbed. It made him feel all anarchistic and pugnacious. He kept running and running, always careful not to knock into people. Coming to a stop a few feet away from the swings. A little girl was running around, giggling and full of life. Her father running after her.

"Come on daddy! Come get me!" she goaded, pulling tongues.

The man smiled and then shouted.

"You asked for it!"

Shriek of laughter. William looked at them, sullen expression all the while. 3PM. Maybe he would have chance to fit it in. It had been a while since he had gone. Removing his earphones, he walked towards the gates.

Finally she could do what she loved best. Dancing. Kicking off her shoes, Buffy went into her room and dumped all the bags on her bed. After a few minutes she came out wearing her grey sweats and a vest top. Carefully stretching before she started. Swinging her arms from side to side. Stretching her legs. Picking up the slim, silver remote she hit play and put the remote back. As Say it right by Nelly Furtado started up she began to move slowly. Changing direction, going with the flow of the music. Jumping and spinning around, changing from one style to the next. Picking up pace as the music carried on. Finally lunging into the splits. The blonde flopped back and closed her eyes.

9 AM. Monday morning. Buffy stood in the lobby at Wolfram and Hart, dressed in a nice beige skirt, white blouse and hair in a ponytail. Heels to match what she wore. She had never felt this nervous before, especially when starting a new job. Rosy lips smiled slightly as Mr Harper greeted her with a firm handshake.

"Punctuality, that's what I like to see,"

"Well, it wouldn't be too great if I turned up late for my first day now would it?" she grinned

William grinned along too. However he was secretly dreading what was to come. Mr Harper led Buffy towards the elevator.

"Ok, introductions (presses the button) as you can imagine there are a hell of a lot of people working in this place and not just for Wolfram and Hart,"

Buffy nodded as they stepped into the elevator, noting how apprehensive he looked. He pressed the button and watched as the doors closed. He wore a black suit, dark blue shirt and black tie.

"We don't have time t-to introduce you to everyone so I-I will just do the important people," he stammered and stuttered

The elevator suddenly stopped, causing him to look around, clearly agitated. Shifting uncomfortably on the spot. Buffy looked at him, slightly concerned.

"Mr Harper, are you ok?" she asked

"Yes! Fine. I'm fine," he hesitated

Buffy caught that. Is it me causing him to be like this? She thought but quickly remembered that he hadn't acted like this at her interview.

"Just so you know, you're a terrible liar,"

Now he looked at her, perplexed. Adrenalin rushing through his veins and panic started to set in. What if they got stuck down there? Not even the pleasant company of Miss Summers could help. Finally they started moving again. Relief washing over him. Stepping out, Mr Harper opened the doors and they stood on a balcony and a set of stair which led down to a room. Explaining where they were as they walked down the stairs and enter the room. Buffy gulped as she looked through the window and she came face to face with two men dressed in white lab coats with examination written in black cotton, wearing gloves, examining a dead body. Microphone dangling above the deceased. The man on the left had strawberry blonde hair and the man on the right had brown hair. She looked visibly sick. The morgue. He could've given her a fair warning.

"Don't worry, when I first came here I passed out," he informed, noting how she looked

Well, ok she could've done worse. The strawberry blonde looked towards them and William waved and then pointed to the petite woman beside him.

"We have company," he said to the other man, nodding towards the room.

The brunette took hold of the microphone and spoke.

"Examination stopped...9:15 AM," he spoke with a cockney accent

Removing scrub, gloves and dumping their coats on the hooks, the men entered the room. The cockney glanced at Buffy, whose complexion had returned to normal and then turned his attention to her companion.

"Isn't this a bit early in the morning for you to drop by?"

"Miss Summers, this is Dr Owen Harper (points to the brunette) and Dr Daniel Osborne, Dr Harper, Dr Osborne this is Miss Summers, my new assistant,"

Dr Harper smiled and shook her hand. Dr Osborne simply nodded.

"It's a genuine pleasure, just to warn you Mr Harper has a temper on him like a bear with a sore head, this once time..." Owen stated

The platinum blonde glared at him.

"Shut it," he warned

Daniel sat on one of the chairs, grabbing a bottle of water. The wheels in her head went round.

"Are you two brothers?" she enquired

"No, we're cousins and since when did we get all formal, Will?" Owen raised a brow

"When in company of staff we use our professional names, you know that,"

Owen joined his colleague and mocked his cousin.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered

He opened the door and looked sternly at his assistant.

"Miss Summers,"

He was going up the stairs before she was out the door. Working for this guy was sure going to be fun.

Next was the CSI department. Willow spotted them, waving as she came over. She seemed nice enough. For the first time all morning, Buffy saw his whole face lit up. They were a couple? Well, she didn't seem his type. Each to their own she thought. He pointed with pride and the red head.

"This is Miss Willow Rosenburg, the biggest computer genius on this side of the country...I'd wager, meet Miss Summers, my assistant,"

Willow blushed.

"Nice to meet you,"

Willow left the pair. Mr Harper was about to speak when he was cut off by someone shouting the odds. William rolled his eyes. Buffy saw that it was coming from an interrogation room the other end of the hall. They watch as Faith was took out the room, accompanied by a very angry looking black man.

"You call punching a suspect control?!" he said

Shrug.

"He was getting on my nerves! Even if that punk didn't do it, he knows who did, I'd bet my whole savings on it,"

The attorney and his assistant watched on. The man ordered her to go and calm down and think about her actions. Not to return until she could interrogate without lashing out. Faith stormed away from him right up to William.

"That jackass! (faces Buffy) Detective Faith Davenport, CSI and you are?" she asked

"This is Miss Summers, my assistant," Mr Harper introduced

Buffy smiled, warily. She seemed so volatile.

"Well, nice to meet you...love to stop but I really feel the need for some strong coffee and air, catch y'all later,"

The feisty CSI agent was gone.

After reintroducing Buffy to Harmony and Andrew as his new assistant, Mr Harper showed her the staff room. Whilst there they sat down and read the fire procedure, health and safety and who the first aider was. Weirdly, that responsibility fell to the most unlikely person out of all the staff there. Not knocking on entering, he showed her into the post room. In there was a dark haired young man, wearing a pair of jeans and a Hawaiian shirt. He didn't notice anyone was there until he turned around and jumped out of his skin.

"Holy pretzels! I really wish people would start knocking when they come in heeeeeeeeeeeeere..."

The man looked Buffy up and down, subconsciously licking his lips, staring at her.

"This dribbling idiot is Xander Harris, postal man and first aider,"

Xander snapped out of it, smiling at her.

"Harris, this is Miss Summers, my assistant,"

"Hey, you don't happen to have a boyfriend, do you?"

Buffy frowned. Not wanting to hurt Xander, because he seemed like a nice guy, she explained that, no she didn't have a boyfriend but she didn't want one either. He seemed quite happy with that. One last stop and that was it.

Mr Giles sat at his desk, opposite an older man in a tweed suit. His hair combed back and a tidy beard completed his look. In front of them were a bunch of papers. Taking the one on top, the man put on his glasses and began to read it. Nod of approval. Knock at the door.

"Come in," Mr Giles called

Mr Harper and Miss Summers walked in.

"William," his dad greeted

Buffy took in the surroundings. The man in the chair stared at her for a moment, she smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry to interrupt but I would like to introduce you to Miss Summers, my assistant,"

Rupert smiled politely.

"Rupert Giles, Attorney general and also William's father," he introduced himself

The older man stood up and firmly shook her hand.

"Quentin Travers, Miss Summers, it is an absolute pleasure and I am sure you will be a valuable asset to the team," Quentin spoke with an English accent

Good. The big bosses liked her.

Entering the office, Buffy couldn't believe how spacious it was. Massive windows to let in the maximum amount of sunlight. Plain décor but that was to be expected. Nice leather sofa. Water machine and two desks. Mr Harper moved to the desk in front of the windows.

"This is my desk and that one over there is yours,"

"I got my own desk?" she asked

"Well, it wouldn't be suitable for us to share a desk now would it?" he raised a brow

Slight chuckle. No, definitely not.

"Case files are meant to be in that cabinet but as you can see they are all over the place, I would go through them with you myself but I have a meeting with a client in ten,"

He gathered his briefcase and case file. Straightening himself out, Mr Harper faced her.

"If you need anything then just ask one of the receptionists they wouldn't mind helping,"

"Ok,"

"Right then, I'll be back around lunch hour,"

After two hours of sorting through the files, Buffy had finally got them in order. She was just putting the last one away when Mr Harper walked through the door. Placing his briefcase on the table. This morning there must've been over one hundred files on that desk and she had sorted them all and it wasn't even one in the afternoon.

"Go well?" Buffy asked, shutting the cabinet

"As well as could be expected," replied, frowning at the coloured stickers on the three drawers

Marching to her he pointed a agitated finger to them.

"What is the meaning of this?" he spat

Now she believed Cordelia when she said he was temperamental.

"I call it the traffic light system, red for the most serious, amber for serious and green for the minor cases, I've also put stickers on the files, is it a problem?"

She nervously waited for his answer. Carefully studying his face. He seemed perplexed at first but then it softened into a smile.

"No problem, look you can go for your lunch if you want,"

"I'll just finish up here,"

William liked the character and charm of this girl. Pretty and smart he thought, looking at her, one leg crossed over the other as she sat at her desk.

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