Through out dinner, Willow and Tara had tried to engage Giles in conversation, but he had been too distracted. Now he paced around the small living room. He was worried. He hadn't wanted to leave the three Summers at the house by themselves and he had had a bad feeling ever since he had driven away. It was after nine and Buffy still hadn't called. He had decided to give her another hour before he called her, but his patience had worn out. Picking up the phone, he rapidly dialed her number. After the sixth ring, Giles hung up the phone. "Willow, Tara," he called, pulling on his jacket. "There's no answer at Buffy's. I'm going over there." The girls quickly hurried into the room.

"We'll go with you," Willow said. "If something's happened, we can help." Giles nodded and grabbed his keys from the table. The three hurried out the door and to the car. Breaking every speed limit, Giles drove to Buffy's; gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles had turned white. He pulled into the driveway, stopped, and ran for the door, barely taking the time to notice that Hank's car was missing. He reached the front door and threw it open. "Buffy!" he called. "Dawn!"

"Maybe they went out," Willow said, unconvincingly. "I mean Mr. Summers' car is gone."

"No," Giles said shaking his head. "Buffy wouldn't have risked them all going out at night, even without the Watcher's being here. Besides, she would have called me." The witches nodded their agreement.

"I'll call Xander and Spike and have everyone meet us at the Magic Box," Willow said, heading for the phone.

"We'll find them," Tara said, trying to reassure Giles. He just nodded, not feeling any better. He was too busy kicking himself. He knew he should have stayed.

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Within the hour, the gang had gathered. Willow and Tara were preparing a locater spell while Giles anxiously paced the shop. Putting a hand on Giles' shoulder, Ethan said, "Calm down, Ripper. We'll find her." Giles turned to Ethan in surprise. This new, helpful Ethan took a little getting used to.

"I'm sorry, Giles. They've got someone blocking us. I could try and break through but…" Willow trailed off. She had been working with the coven for a while, but she was nervous about trying anything too powerful yet.

"I'll do it," Ethan said smiling. "This should be fun."

"Ethan, don't do anything stupid," Giles warned. "We don't want them to know that we broke their spell."

"You're no fun," Ethan replied, but nodded and began chanting over the map the witches had spread on the floor. Suddenly a red dot began to glow on it. Willow bent down to get a closer look.

"They're at the mansion!" she cried. Giles went in back, grabbed a sword, and headed for the door.

"Yo, G-man," Xander said, grabbing his arm. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to get Buffy," he replied, removing Xander's hand from his arm. "And don't call me that."

"Giles wait," Willow said. "We need to make a plan."

"I have a plan. I'm going to kick their arses," he replied and again made for the door. When he tried to walk through it, however, he found himself blocked by an invisible force field. "Ethan," he growled. "Let me out."

"I don't think so, Ripper," Ethan said. "We're all going to go, but not until we make a plan." Giles sighed in defeat and turned back to the others. "Good boy," Ethan said, ignoring the glare Giles shot him. "Now here's what I'm thinking, by the time we get everything together it'll be morning, so that's when we attack."

"What about me, mate?" Spike spoke up. "Can't exactly help if I'm a pile of dust."

"You won't be any help anyways since you can't hit the Watchers. They're human remember?" Ethan said. "That's why I want you to go through the sewers. Then, while we're distracting the Watcher's, you can free Buffy and her family and get them out of there." Spike nodded and Ethan continued, "Anya, you should probably go with him in case any of them are hurt and need help. Xander and Giles will lead the attack while the girls and I work some magic." The others nodded their agreement and began their preparations.