Two weeks later Buffy had heard nothing from whoever wrote the letter to Cordy and had not allowed herself to go back to Cordy's grave yet. However, she and Willow both thought that it was time to visit the grave and see if there was anything different there. The next day after work Buffy went to the grave and found another typed letter, but this one was addressed to her.
Dear Buffy, First, I would like to thank you for your offer of help, but I cannot call you. If you would though, please agree to meet me in person. I like to talk to people face to face whenever possible. Just leave another note with the date, time, and place that would suit you and I will be there. Until then, thank you for writing to me.
Buffy thought it was weird the way he wouldn't give any personal info about himself, but coughed it up to him just being a secretive person who didn't know who she was or what her response would be. Buffy thought it was for the best that he was being careful about who he met - especially in a cemetery. As usual Buffy filled Willow in on the latest development and the two came up with a time and place. They decided that Buffy and the mystery guy should meet a week from this coming Friday at noon in the front lobby of the police station across from the cemetery. Buffy left this information on Cordy's grave and requested that Friday off from work.
When that Friday morning finally rolled around Buffy was getting a little nervous because she hadn't heard from the mystery man and waswondering if he had gotten the information. She was also wondering how in the world they would recognize each other. Maybe he saw me at the grave one time and he'll know it's me and I won't have to ask everyone there if they've recently been leaving notes on graves Buffy thought.She arrived at the police station at a quarter till noon and took a seat on one of the benches against the wall in the front lobby. She had no idea that the guy she was supposed to meet was already watching her and that he was wondering for the billionth time how he had gotten so lucky that she had been the one to find and respond to the letterthat really wasn't supposed to be found or read by anyone. Of course, if he had wanted anyone to read it he would have chosen her anddidn't mind at all that she had read it. Stealthily and just a bit fearfully Angel made his was toward the bench where Buffy had sat down and was now staring through the front doors.
With her nerves already being on edge Buffy no paid no attention to that little tingle at the base of spine that was beginning to spread throughout her body until it was too late. "Buffy," Angel all but whispered as he came to stand beside her sitting form.
Buffy whipped her head around so fast it was a wonder she didn't break her neck. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened in shock at the sound of his voice and the very nearness of his body. "Angel!" Buffy rasped back still in shock. At the sound of his name coming from her lips Angel felt his knees begin to weaken so he quickly sat down beside her and took her hands in his as he did so. "I was afraid that you wouldn't come if you knew that it was me who wrote the letters. I do need your help and I do need to talk to you. There is so much that you need to know. But, can we do this somewhere more private?" Angel asked simply. "Yeah, okay," was all Buffy could manage in response. "Great, thank youfor that Buffy. Just follow meand we'll go back to my place." Angel told her as he stood still holding her hand and led her to the back where the sewer entrance was.