Disclaimer: I own Spencer, Jamie, and Chris, but that's it.
Earlier that day. . .
Wesley came into the board room carrying his briefcase and looking as if he'd just ran the Boston Marathon. He sat down in a seat beside Fred and gave her cheek a kiss.
"Hey, what happened?"
"Believe it or not, I was robbed on the way to work."
"Robbed? Did they hurt you? Oh, Wesley, are you ok. . ."
Fred immediately began checking over her fiancée for any visible wounds.
"I'm fine. He just got my wallet."
"He? You got a good look at him? That's wonderful. We can have the vermin prosecuted and put in jail before the sun goes down."
Gunn was already in the process of picking up the phone to call the police when Wesley waved his hand, signaling the other man to put the phone down.
"No, when I say 'he', I mean small, incredibly thin, little boy."
"You got robbed by a little boy?"
Wesley's mind raced back to the instant where he was staring into the child's eyes. He had taken in the little boy's frightened, starving appearance for a mere second and then the little rascal had began running.
"Yes. He only looked about six or seven."
"Why would a child do that?"
Gunn looked up from his seat at the table.
"If he was desperate enough he might have killed Wes for that wallet."
Angel, being in the room and sitting at the very table the discussion was taking place at, cleared his throat.
"If there's one, there's bound to be more."
Gunn stood up from the table.
"Right, I'll get crews looking for child thieves this instant. You know, I might be out for a little while too, I have some outside contacts from way back when that might have some information."
With that he left the room, leaving Wesley, Angel, and Fred at the table.
"I also have a few contacts that I would like to visit with."
Wesley turned and kissed Fred and then stood up.
"I'll see you tonight, okay?"
"Yeah."
Fred watched as he left and then turned to Angel.
"I feel bad, I don't have any contacts."
"Yeah, but you have the brains and medicine and stuff."
Fred stood, quickly, and smiled.
"Little kids that have been living on the streets will need vaccinations, right?"
"Yeah. See, you can help."
"I can help. I'm going to go get those shots ready, right now, in fact."
With that Fred marched out of the room and down to her lab. Angel watched after her and then leaned back in his office chair.
"She's a girl on a mission."
He jumped as Spike spoke up from his position in the corner.
"Jumpy, aren't we?"
"Get out, Spike."
"Alright. I have some contacts I need to talk to anyway. What are you going to do?"
Spike walked out of the room, enjoying the effect his words had on Angel, who now felt like the mission was completely worthless again. Maybe he could go down and help Fred in the lab.