Chapter Nine

Back in Sunnydale.

Willow was still smiling from her kiss with Cordelia as she brushed her teeth and slid under her covers. As she put her finger up to her lip, she remembered how soft Cordy's lips felt against hers, which made her smile even more.

Her right hand moved down over her breasts, gently caressing first one and then other but quickly letting her hand slide down under her panties. Rubbing her pussy slowly, she imagined Cordy entering her room. Wearing nothing but a sheer nightie, she slid into bed next to Willow and kissed her hard and deep.

With the kiss growing in intensity, Cordelia pushed Willow's hand away and replaced it with her own.

Willow's moans filled the room as she felt Cordelia's tongue on her nipple, her right hand still rubbing her pussy faster and faster, sliding one finger up her pussy, she pushed it in as deep as she could.

Cordelia crawled down between Willow's legs, her tongue eagerly seeking out her clit, licking it, licking it and sucking it over and over again.

Moving her hands to her small breasts, Willow began rubbing and squeezing her nipples, as moved her hips back and forth and around and around, pushing them towards Cordy's awaiting tongue.

Every breath was deeper than the last, the moans from both girls filled the room and Cordelia was nowhere near stopping as she hungrily devoured Willow's clit, swirling her tongue over it from every possible angle, never once stopping as she sucked it into her mouth and flicked away at it with her tongue.

Grabbing her sheets tightly as she screamed out in pleasure, Willow was on the brink of orgasm when a searing pain shot through her head.

Jumping up in her bed, she grabbed her head and when the pain eased up she was transported to a place she'd never seen before. It was dark and eerie; the passageways, lined with dirt, mud and rock went on forever. There were lanterns hanging out from the side walls every 30 feet.

Not knowing where she was or what was happening, Willow followed the path until she came across a lever on the far west wall.

Back at the crypt.

Buffy, Faith and Xander made their way through the maze of passages, keeping to the left as far as they could go. As they came to an unusual looking enclosure, they stopped to check it out.

"This is different from the others we've seen." Faith said as she moved her hands over the side walls looking for anything that might help them get through.

Xander took a closer look at the enclosure, then looked up and down either side of it, "It is slightly different, but I would think there'd be an entrance to the main area that wasn't blocked off."

While Faith and Xander went in opposite directions, Buffy stopped near the middle section of the wall, "I have a strong feeling this is where we should be." Buffy said, feeling the walls with her hands. Just then, she heard a noise and saw the walls open and she quickly rushed through to the other side.

On the other side of the wall, Buffy turned to see a young woman standing beside her, "Hi. Am I dreaming?" she asked as she moved her hand towards Willow.

"Um, I don't know if this is a dream. I'm new at this. Actually, I don't even know what this is." Willow said with a dazed, yet perky look.

"Who are you?" Buffy asked as she studied the cute redhead.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Willow Rosenberg." She said, holding out her hand Buffy.

"Hi Willow, I'm Buffy Summers." Buffy said as she shook Willow's hand, "I'm here with some friends of mine. I'm not sure where they are though."

"I wish I could help, but I'm still trying to figure this out myself." Willow said as she hovered in front of Buffy, "I was lying in bed having the most amazing...sleep, yes I was sleeping and all of a sudden I had this sharp pain in my head. I sat up in bed and that's where I think I still am. For real, yet somehow I'm here to. Maybe I'm dreaming. Are you sure you're real?"

"Yes, I'm very real." Buffy said with a smile; then pinched herself just to be sure.

"Okay then, I guess. Anyway, I followed this path and stopped here because...I don't know why I stopped." Willow said, still confused about what was going on, but as she turned to her right she saw the reason she stopped, "Oh right, I saw that lever and I just knew I should stop and pull it. I guess."

"What happened to you?" Faith said as she stepped up towards Buffy to make sure she was okay. "We were talking to you and then you just disappeared."

"I know." Buffy smiled and then pointed to Willow. "Guys, I want you to meet Willow Rosenberg. She helped me get here."
Faith walked over to Willow and noticed she wasn't exactly dressed for such a place, "Hi, are you sleepwalking or something?"

"No, nothing quite like that. I'm just...well, I think I'm home in bed, or I was when this all happened, which reminds me, I'd really like to get back if you don't need me anymore." Willow said with a smile just as a visual of Cordelia crept into her mind.

Xander walked over to Willow with a stunned look on his face, "Well I'll be. Fancy meeting you here. It's nice to see you Willow. I like that look for ya. It works." Xander added as he looked over her tiny t-shirt and panties.

Willow looked down at how she was dressed and tried to cover up, "OMG, I feel so naked. Xander, you can stop staring any time. I gotta go. I'll talk to you all in school or something. Bye." Willow said as she disappeared from the passageway.

"You know Willow?" Buffy said as she turned to Xander.

"Sure, I've known her as long as I can remember." Xander said as he recalled that image of Willow yet again. "But, I know one thing; I've never seen her looking so sexy before."

"Oh god, enough about what she was wearing, let's keep her hot little bod out this." Buffy said, then noticed Xander and Faith both looking at her. "What?"

"Hot little bod? What's that all about? "Faith asked with an accusing look covering her pretty face.

"I didn't say that, did I? I just meant her sexy clothes weren't the issue. It's not a big deal. I barely noticed her panties were the exact same as mine."

"Oh this is getting good." Xander said as her crossed his arms and enjoyed the fireworks.

"You noticed her panties to? You really are quite the slut aren't you? You're no different than Xander." Faith said, staring right at Buffy the whole time.

"Hey, that was a compliment Buffy, so it's okay." Xander added as the two girls shook their heads at him. "Sorry, continue on."

"Faith, I was not checking her out. I just happen to have a very good memory and I notice things. It's just a gift I have." Buffy said, doing her best to look serious the whole time. "Why am I explaining this to you anyway?"

"You don't have to explain a thing, I have eyes. It's fine. It's nice to know these things before...whatever, you two can trade tips on how to best ogle Willow then. I'll go take care of Spike." Faith turned and starting walking away.

"Get back here." Buffy said, running after Faith. She grabbed Faith's arm, released and lowered her voice as she continued, "Can we please not do this here? Come on, if you remember, my mom and sister are missing. Some lunatic vampire has them. So you might want to put away your jealousy for just a few minutes, K?"

Faith let out a deep breath and looked embarrassed as she made eye contact with Buffy, "I'm sorry. I have no idea why I said that. I feel so dumb right now. All's I want to do is help you get your family back. Honestly. Nothing else matters right now."

"Good, because I need you to help. I want you to help. Let's get a move on then." Buffy said as she waved Xander over.

"I hope you two have kissed and made up." Xander said with a sly grin.

"You 'd love to see that wouldn't you?" Faith said as she looked up at Xander.

"Well duh."

"At least you're honest." Buffy smiled, then turned, and lead the way down through more long dark passageways.

Spike's Room

Spike woke up at the sound of more knocking at his door, he took a quick look down and let out a sigh of relief to see his leather jacket resting on his body and his breasts were no longer a distraction.

Getting out of bed with even more determination than usual, he opened his door to see the two Summers women standing in front of him.

"Come on in. I've been waiting for you." Spike stepped out of the way as his guards brought the two women inside and sat them down on love seat in the corner. "I can take it from here." He said to the two guards, who nodded and left the room.

Dawn was shaking as she held her mom tightly. "Why are we here? Who is that?"

"Shh sweety, everything is going to be okay." Joyce said as she held Dawn close to her.

Spike let out a huge laugh as he pulled up a chair and sat in front of the two women, "I always love hearing that. It's such a cliché. I hate cliché's. Through the years, I've probably heard people tell their friends and family that exact same thing, but it never ends up being true. Mostly because I kill whoever says is instantly. That shows how much I hate cliché's."

"Shut up. What do you want?" Joyce said, showing no sign of fear in her voice or her eyes.

"That's another thing I hate, people asking me questions as if they're in charge." Spike said as he got to his feet and took a couple steps towards Joyce, "It's curious, I don't smell fear on you. That makes me very uneasy. Why aren't you afraid Mrs. Summers?"

"I don't have to tell you anything." Joyce shot back defiantly, 'If you just let my daughter go I'll tell you anything you want. Please, just let her go. She's just a child."

"Again, you're telling me what to do? Maybe I should just talk to Dawn alone. Is that what you want?" Spike asked as he ran his hand through Dawn's long dark hair.

Joyce got to her feet and pushed Spike to the ground, "Don't you ever touch her again or I'll kill you."

Getting to his feet Spike had a smile on his face, "Well, well, well, what have we here? I'll be damned; the rumors were true all along."

Joyce sat back, positioning herself between Dawn and Spike, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh I think you do." Spike said as he sat back down in his chair, "How did you pull it off? Doesn't matter, I applaud your success at sticking it to the Watcher's Council. I'm not a big fan either. They've pretty much made my life a living hell. Not figuratively of course, but you get the picture."

"I don't know of any council. You must have me confused with someone else. So, if you just let us go you can get back to finding the right person."

"You really think I'm that stupid?" Spike said as he again got to his feet, "It's just you and me here. If you need me to put Dawn in a safe place while we talk, that can be arranged."

Joyce turned and put her arms around Dawn, "No, I want her with me."

Spike leaned in close to Joyce, "I suggest you start answering my questions before I run out of patience. At which point I will find other ways to get the information I need."

"Mom, what does he want? Why is he asking you these things?" Dawn asked, still hiding from Spike.

"Oh, you're in for a real surprise once mommy tells you about her past." Spike replied, then looked at Joyce, "Are you going to tell her or shall I?"

"I don't know what you want, but this has nothing to do with Dawn. If you want something from me, just tell me. Leave her out of this. Let her go. Please." Joyce said, pleading to get Dawn somewhere safe.

"We've already been over this. Do you need some names to get you talking? Fine, how about this one, Rupert Giles. Ring any bells luv?" Spike asked, as he watched Joyce's face turn white.

"OMG, who are you?" Joyce said as she got to her feet, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Ah, it's nice you didn't insult my intelligence with a feeble denial." Spike said, walking in a circle around Joyce, "Should I go on? Did you need a date to help refresh your memory? I have many that would bring back some very vivid memories for you."

Joyce didn't say a word, she just stood there in a state of shock, unable or unwilling to speak.

"Oh come on now, do not pass out on me. I'm just getting to the good stuff." Spike said, not pleased with how things were going. "Why don't I just sit down with your pretty young daughter and have a nice long chat with her?"

Spike snapped his fingers in front of Joyce a couple time, but there was still no reaction. He started to walk back over to Dawn when there was a knock on the door, "You are a very lucky young girl Dawn. Saved by the knock. You better tell your mommy to start talking or things are going to get very messy in here when I get back." He smiled and walked over to the door and left the room.

Principal Snyder's office.

Sitting in his favorite leather chair, the principal sorted through a half dozen boxes on his desk. Then in a fit of anger took a violent swing of his hand and knocked them all to the floor.

Staring over at the pretty dark haired woman in front of him, he took out lock box, opened it and pulled out a wad of cash and sat it on the desk, "This is $500, you'll get another $500 if you get me the pictures I'm looking for. Not one of those thousand pictures I just looked through was the least bit useful."

"Don't blame me, you weren't exactly specific about what you wanted." The woman said as she took the money and slipped it into her purse. "You gave me a list of names, said take pictures of them and then told me to bring them to you. I did that. If you want more then tell me or I'm gone."

"I thought you had enough creativity to figure it out. I wasn't looking for head shots for a modeling campaign." He fumed as he pulled out yet another box from his desk. "Okay, since I have to spell it out for you this is what I need the pictures for...but, before I get into that, I need your pledge of silence. Do you photographer types have any ethics? I guess not considering what you do for a living. Which is good, but I need to have a confidentiality clause put into out agreement. Are you okay with that Miss Calender?"

"Whatever you want." She said impatiently as she continuously looked at her watch.
"Am I keeping you from something?"

"It's fine, but I do have another meeting in an hour and I can't be late for it. It's a possible big job offer. So, if you could get to the point." Miss Calender said bluntly.

"First off, I need pictures of those people in compromising situations. I need to know who they see and when. I need to keep up on my competitors so I can stay ahead of them. Is that really so hard to grasp miss?" the principal asked, putting his head on his desk out of frustration.

"You're the principal, you have no competitors." Miss Calender said with a slight laugh, "What are you leaving out?"

His head lifted up at the question, "Ah, finally, she gets curious. Well, I've been working on a business on the side. It's something I fell into, so to speak, but it's become very profitable and as it's grown, I've been unable to do all the work on my own. I hired a private investigator last month and I'm looking for a creative person to be one part photographer and another part special assistant, which is a fancy term for doing whatever I need you to do."

"What do you do?"
"I locate missing persons for distraught parents, friends, and family of those who go missing. Let me tell you this, the missing person's rate in Sunnydale is at an all-time high."

"I see, well I can't commit to working full time, but I will finish this assignment and we can talk about this later." Miss Calender said as she got up from her chair and shook the principal's hand, "I will be in touch."

"I look forward to it." He said with his best attempt at a sexy smile, "I don't usually do this, but are you free for dinner tonight?"

"Um, I'm sorry, I have plans. Bye for now." She said as she quickly ran out the door.

She ran outside the school, stopped by her car and took out her cell phone, "Are you there? Pick up if you are."

"I told you not to call me here. What do you want?" replied a man's voice.

"I wanted to warn you there are people looking into all the missing people in Sunnydale. I don't just mean the cops." Miss Calender said as she kept her eyes open as a car pulled up a couple spaces to her left. "I mean there is a PI on the case and there's only so long I can fake these pictures before Snyder gets suspicious. What do you want me to do?"

"If need be, I'll take Snyder and this PI out of the picture. Stop bothering me with such infantile details. I don't pay you to worry Jenny, now I have a big meeting in progress, so if you're done wasting my time, I will get back to it."

"Riley. Riley? Damn it." Jenny said as she turned off her cell and stuffed it back in her purse.

As she walked around to the driver's side of the car, she heard someone call out her name.
"Jenny, is that you?"
When she turned around to see who it was, she was shocked, but more than happy to see her old college roommate walking towards her.

They hugged at the side of her car and as they broke it off Jenny stopped to look her blonde friend over, "Wow, you look great. I can tell by that gun at your side that you're still in the law enforcement game. How's that treating you Kate?"

"I can't complain. Well, I could, but I don't to want bore you with my whining." She said with a laugh, "Anyway, I had a tough time at the academy taking orders and dealing with all sorts of crap, so I decided to try a different line of work. Which is why I'm here. I've just started working for the principal of this school."

"What a small world." Jenny said, not sure how to react to the news. "I just accepted a job from him. I'm taking some photographs for him. It's a long story. I guess that means we might be working together one day."

"I'd like that a lot." Kate said with a big smile and then paused for a moment before continuing, "I didn't mean to, but when you yelled the name Riley a couple times, I couldn't help overhear. I mention this because I know a Riley and was wondering if it's the same one you were talking to."

Jenny fidgeted with her purse as she thought of the best way to answer the question, "Oh, I don't think you know this Riley. She's a friend of mine who's an editor for a new fashion magazine in LA. She wanted to offer me a job, but just as she started to make her pitch, the cell phone went dead. Her name is Claire Riley. Do you know her?"

"Oh, no, I don't know her. Well, I was just checking." Kate said as she felt the deadening silence of an unusual awkward pause, "Well then, I guess I better get to work. It was nice seeing again Jenny. Maybe we could go for coffee one day."

"Yes, I'm sure we can find a way to make that work." Jenny said and then looked down at her watch, "Well I have to get a move on to. I'm glad we bumped into each other. Bye for now."

Jenny watched Kate walk into the school and a flood of memories came storming back as she remembered how things used to be.

End of Chapter Nine.

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