Passing through my third cemetery, I sighed heavily due to the fact that I haven't seen any action all night. Usually that would mean a horrible thing is coming, I should probably head back to the house and check in. All I could think about all day was the odd dream I had last night about Angel. Years ago every night was filled of dreams of me and him, either together or him being killed. I always took them seriously as well, since something usually happened to him. Before I died I could always sense him, despite the distance, but since I returned I couldn't feel him at all. I haven't even had the feeling to contact him. I'm sure someone, being Willow, had let him know of me coming back. Or had they even told him I had died?

I decided to back track and head to Giles house. Hopefully he would be there.

As I walked through the small courtyard I noticed that his door was slighty ajar. I cautiously stepped in. The lamp on his desk was on, but laid across the floor as was books and papers. His bags were still packed, stacked near the bar that looked into his kitchen. I walked around, looking for any sign of Giles, calling his name. But, there was no response. I picked up his house phone and dialed my house number hoping someone was there.

"Summers residence." A cheerful voice answered. Definitely was Dawn.

"Dawn, is Giles there?" I asked, hopeful.

"No. Xander just got here saying he wasn't able to find him. Where are you?" her voice changed to concern.

"I'm at Giles place. I'll be there as soon as I can." I hung up the phone before she could respond, and headed out the house, closing the door firmly behind me.

"She's on her way here, Willow." Dawn yelled up the stairs.

Willow hurried down them to meet her.

"Giles with her?" she asked her. Dawn shook her head. "Well, this isn't going to be much of a party with him missing. We might have to postpone, Dawnie." Dawn looked upset but understood. "When she gets here we'll figure out what to do next." Willow walked into the living room where Anya, Xander and Angel sat.

"This isn't good." Tara said, coming out from the kitchen. "What could have happened to him?"

"Hopefully nothing too bad." Dawn said. Everyone looked in her direction. "Well, you know when someone goes missing it's bad. So, hopefully not too bad." She continued.

Angel stood and started pacing the back half of the living room.

As I neared my house I could see all the lights on, and quite a few people walking around the living room. At least everyone should be here. We can put a plan together and get Giles back here asap. I've saved him plenty of times before, lets just hope with possibly losing 24 hours of searching that he is still okay. As I neared the front steps, Spike walked out from behind the large oak in the front yard.

"Hey, Buffy." he said, blowing out smoke as he spoke. "Whole gangs in there, lots of talk about Mr. British. Need any help?" I shook my head. Spike has been plenty of help lately, but I was getting enough of his constant attention.

"I'll let you know." I responded. He took a few steps back.

"You know where to find me." With that he was gone. At least it was getting easier for him to take a hint and leave when I didn't want him around. Less of him visibly pouting was doing me good.

As I walked through the front door, there came a flood of voices. Each person trying to suggest what could have happened to Giles. I raised my hands up to quiet them down.

"Everyone chill out. One at a time." I looked at the worried faces of my friends, and made my way to the living room to sit on the couch. I slipped off my shoes and started rubbing my sore feet. I did way too much walking tonight. They all came in and sat around me in silence, waiting for me to continue.

"Guys, anything is possibly right now. I've been to his place. There is a sign of possible struggle, but that's it." I said.

"Yea, that's all we saw, too." Xander piped in. Anya nodded, clutching to his arm.

"Well. All I can think of to do at this time is check Willys." I added. I slipped my shoes back on waiting for any comments. "I bumped into Spike. I didn't think at the moment to ask him if he knew anything. I'll go by his place and see. Maybe drag him along to Willys."

"Why would you want to take perocide boy with you? He'll think it's a date." Xander said.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "For back up, Xand. He's only useful at night, and we only have a few hours till morning." I glanced over at Dawn. "Which means you need to get to bed."

"Come on, Buffy. I can help!" she pleaded. I shook my head and pointed to the stairs.

"Goodnight, Dawn." I said. She huffed and puffed but retreated to her room.

"Back up? Couldn't you just have - " Xander nudged Anya hard in the ribs and shushed her.

"What?" I asked, glaring at Xander, who shrugged shyly.

"She's talking about me." My heart skipped a beat as I looked up to see Angel standing in the doorway. Before I could even get my breath back he continued. "Don't be mad. Just let me help." I closed my eyes and rubbed them, and opened them again to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

Silence proceeded for a few more minutes. "Then we better get to it." I stood. "Stay here, do some research on possible whos that would want Giles." I said to Willow and Tara. They nodded in agreement and they all stood and walked to the dining room where Willows computer was.

I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door with Angel trailing behind.

We walked in silence for what seemed ages. He had stopped a block after my house and strolled over to a black convertible. Popped open the trunk and grabbed a few weapons.

"Nice car." I said.

"We can take it. I noticed your feet are hurting you." he replied. I shook my head and started walking. He caught up to me, but kept the silence.

When Willys place was nearing I stopped and faced him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"To see you. Honestly, I had to see it for myself that you were back." he replied. He ran his hands through his hair. "I can leave at any time, if you want. Willow was very persistent that I come here instead of call." I sighed.

"It's good to see you." he smiled and started walking again. I kept a few feet distance behind him, admiring his swift walk and the way his jacket billowed behind him. It felt like I had gone years back in time. When every night was filled with me and Angel patrolling, felt like we had never skipped a beat.

He opened the door to Willys bar, and immediately a few customers fled out the back. Willy looked up from the bar, setting down the glass he was cleaning.

"Slayer! How nice to see you." he exclaimed.

"Enough of the small talk, Willy." Angel started. He looked at me, waiting to see if I wanted to interrogate him.

"Where's Giles?" I simply asked. Willy started to look nervous. He glanced around then leaned in.

"What's in it for me?" a sly grin displayed across his face. Angel punched him in the face quicker than I could blink. Willy staggered back, grabbing a rag off the counter to stop the blood flowing from his nose. "Alright, alright. You know, Angel. We haven't missed you around here."

"Doesn't hurt my feelings none. Now answer the question." Angel snarled at Willy.

"All I know is that some guys came into town a few days ago. Talking about some amulet or stone type thing. What ever it is, it opens a portal to a dimension that isn't a good one. They came in here asking around for your Giles guy, said he was the best bet in knowing what they needed to know." he struggled out.

"And.."

"There were three of them. Tall, dirty, weird looking armor on the shoulders and arms. Smelled pretty bad, too. Ran some customers out, actually. Really bright orange eyes. Creepy looking." he finished. "That's all I got."

Satisfied, I grabbed Angels arm to motion for him to leave with me. He obliged.

When we stepped out into the street, I breathed in the cool clean air.

"I hate going in there." I said.

We started back towards the house to let Willow know about our discovery. When we made it to my street he stopped at his car again.

"The suns going to be up soon." I looked to the horizon, and he was right. The sky started turning pink. "I should really get back to the hotel."

"Are you going to make it?" I asked.

He smiled. "Hopefully. If not, you can have the car." We chuckled.

"Well, I'm horrible at driving, so why don't you stay at the house?" I asked. Almost regretting the decision. But, I shook it off and kept telling myself that I was just being nice to a guest. He looked down at his hands and back up.

"Are you sure?" I nodded my head. I walked over to the passenger side and jumped in. He got in and drove the rest of the way back to the house. By the time we ran in, the sun hit the door and he sighed thankfully. "You would think I could gauge my time better."

"Come, you need to clean up." I motioned for him to follow me upstairs. He hesitated then followed. I walked in my room and shuffled through a drawer at the bottom of my closet. I pulled out a gray muscle shirt and black sweats and handed it to him.

"Aren't these mine?" he asked. I blushed.

"Yea. Well, when you left I went back to the mansion and saw you left them." He smiled. "Creepy huh?"

"Not at all." he walked out of the room and closed the bathroom door behind him.

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