Still His Girl

A fic by: Angel's blue eyed girl

Rating: Well this one is tame guys—lol! More plot than smut.

Disclaimer: I own none of the Bones characters or BtVS characters. So do not sue me. I simply like to play with them, okay??

A/N: This again unbetaed. I am trying very hard to correct my own work, let me know how I do.

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Chappie 10

The Palomar Hotel:

Dawn shook her head as her sister tossed aside yet another outfit, adding to the growing pile of clothes strewn across the bed.

"Buffy," the younger Summers sibling said. "What's the big deal? It's just lunch—what's with the sudden panic in what to wear?" She flashed a teasing smile. "I mean, it's not like you have to impress him anymore—he's already seen you naked."

Buffy rolled her eyes at her sister. "It's not Seeley I'm worried about—and he happens to love my body, by the way!"

Dawn made a face and an *eeeww* sound. "Okay, that was too much information," she said.

Buffy giggled. "You brought it up." She turned back to her clothes, searching for just the right outfit that looked cute and hip, but sophisticated. "I'm meeting his partner—or I should say we're meeting his partner. The Bones lady."

Dawn still looked puzzled. "So? What's the big deal? Booth is with you, not her, so why do you care what she thinks?"

Buffy's brows drew down. "I 'Googled' her," she admitted. Buffy bit her lip and a look of insecurity crossed her pretty face. "Dawnie, she's done everything. Not only is she like some world famous forensic anthropologist, but she's a best selling author, she's volunteered her services to war-torn countries all over the world and she solves crime with my honey!" Buffy blew out a frustrated breath. "And I'm like the poster child for unemployment!"

Dawn frowned. "No you're not. You've done more than your share." Her eyes widened. "Don't tell me you're jealous?"

Buffy shrugged. "Not really jealous so much as feeling inferior." She sighed. "She's done all that and really--what have I done? On paper the only job I've ever had was at some greasy fast food burger place. If you 'Google' me it says 'no results found' in other words I'm a loser who's done nothing 'Google-worthy'!" the retired Slayer said with a pout.

Dawn giggled until she realized Buffy was totally serious. Her jaw hung. "You're kidding, right?" Buffy gave another small shrug, but her shoulders were slumped and Dawn's eyes widened. "Buffy, you've saved the world! And not just once either," she stated determinedly. She crossed her arms and smirked. "Let's see Miss Bone-lady say that!"

Buffy nodded. "I know, but that's not really something I can bring up in a conversation now can i? It's not like I can say--wow, that was cool what you did in Sommalia, but hey--I saved the world from evil. To the world I look like Buffy Summers--failure and totally 'UN-Google-worthy'."

Dawn got up from the bed, took her sister by the shoulders and made the older woman look at her. "Buffy Anne Summers, you are a hero—don't you ever let anyone make you feel 'un-Google-worthy'!" she demanded. "If it wasn't for you none of that stuff would matter because evil would have taken over a long time ago, so enough of the pity party. Booth is crazy about you—you're gorgeous, you've traveled the world too and you've saved more people than we can count." She turned Buffy and pointed her at her clothes. "Now I want you to hold you head up, find something that suits your personality and let's go show this Bones lady the incredible woman who's won the heart of a Champion—not once, but twice, okay?!"

A smile tugged Buffy's lips upward. "I'm so glad you're coming to lunch too," she said, hugging her sister. "Thanks Dawnie." She took a deep breath and with new confidence she found a beautiful Gucci white pantsuit that fit her petite body perfectly. A lacy teal camisole underneath complimented her tan and brought out her eyes. Dawn handed her a pair of white/gold sling-back Manolo Blahnik sandals to complete the outfit.

Dawn nodded her approval of the outfit. "Oh now you need the Valentino tote…" She dug through Buffy's things. "Where is it?" A second later she made an *a-ha* sound and came out with the teal green purse. "Perfect," she said laying the tote next to the outfit laid out at the foot of the bed. "Now that says class and style." Dawn grinned. "And it should considering you spend every penny you make on clothes, purses and shoes!"

The ex-Slayer stuck her tongue out at her sister teasingly. "And now you see why I do," she shot back as she grabbed her robe and headed for the shower.

An hour and a half later:

Buffy glanced at her sister in the mirror as she fastened a pair of slender gold hoops to her ears. Dawn was brushing out her waist length hair and Buffy admired it. "I love the gold highlights you added—totally brings out your eyes."

Dawn grinned. "Well they do say blondes have more fun…"

Buffy laughed. "Hmm, I guess I missed that memo," she teased, adding a peach gloss to her lips. "There," she said, flashing a brilliant smile. "How do I look?"

"Like you could anything less than beautiful, Buffy. He's going to lose his mind when he sees you," Dawn replied, swiping her own lips with gloss before fluffing out her hair and spritzing it.

"That's the point—well maybe not the actually losing his mind part, but…" her words trailed off. "You get what I mean."

Dawn giggled. "No more chance of that-remember? Angelus is long gone. Now it's just Booth…or Angel—are they the same person now or different? I'm still not sure how the whole thing works."

Buffy sighed. "When Angel was…" She swallowed, "dusted. The Powers stepped in and saved his soul. Then they altered time and reality to create Seeley Booth complete with a background, family and bizarrely—cruelly if you ask me—guilt issues too."

"So what happened to Angelus?"

Buffy scowled. "Hopefully he went to hell where he belongs," she snapped.

Dawn nodded and wisely dropped that touchy subject. "Okay, are we ready?"

Buffy pushed aside her lingering fear and loathing for the demon that had tormented her and Angel. Angelus was gone—she'd never have to deal with his evilness again. She plastered a bright smile on her face. "Ready," she said and while she was still nervous about meeting Seeley's partner, she felt far more secure than she had earlier.

The Church of the Holy Saints:

Father Donlan stood outside the door for several minutes before going inside. He was ever wary of the mood this demon would be in whenever he dealt with him. For the first two years it was easy—toss some blood in his pen and the creature would gobble it up. He was mindless. He'd been in Hell when the Senior Partners had dragged him back, but the last year or so…Angelus the intelligent demon had returned. Ironically it was the demon who wasn't insane that was far more dangerous than the mindless beast he had been when Father Donlan had fist been assigned the task of being his liaison to the outside world.

He took a deep breath and entered the darkened chamber. "Angelus…" he called out. "I have your blood."

Angelus was reclining on his bed. It was a small twin, nothing like the luxury he was accustomed to. He frowned and set aside the reports on 'Soul-Boy's' new identity and got to his feet. "Where?" he asked, leveling his glowing red eyes on the terrified priest. "I don't see another human here besides you. Are you offering me your blood, then?" he asked, pure evil dripping from every word. The priest held up a few bags and Angelus snarled angrily. "What the fuck is that? Bagged blood! I want hot human blood, Father." He spoke the priest's title like a curse.

"I-I know," Father Donlan said, setting the blood down on the table, yet keeping a wary eye on the mercurial tempered demon he'd been serving for the last four years. "B-but I can't keep bringing you people to kill, Angelus—the parish is being investigated."

Angelus' bloody amber eyes narrowed. "I know—by my own fucking body. Agent Seeley Booth—F.B.I. Agent extraordinaire!" He motioned to the files lying on his bed. "I read the reports—seems 'Soul-Boy' is still a fucking hero!" He shook his head and made a *tsking* sound. "Those powers—you gotta admit they have a sense of humor," he wise-cracked before his scaled featured hardened.

The priest noticed the facial shift and backed away. Angelus smirked. "Aah, you're getting brighter I see..." he taunted. Angelus took a menacing step closer. "You should be afraid, Donlan. I want my body back and if I don't get it soon—I might become peckish. How close are the Svera Priests to perfecting the resurrection spell?"

Father Donlan shrugged. "A few days—maybe less."

"Well hurry it up. I can't exist like this. I can't even hunt on my own," he snapped. "Look at me? I'm a fucking monster—my skin is scaly and…" He made a face as he held his hands out, "green. I have green scaly skin and horns—what the fuck! People would run screaming as soon as they see me," he growled. Angelus grabbed a bag of blood. "I'm a vain son of a bitch, Father," he growled. "After two hundred and fifty years in a body that got me as many victims—no—more victims than I wanted—I find a human visage pleasing." His voice hardened again. "So do your job and get my body back for me." He held up the bag of blood. "And get me something other than this," he gritted out, shaking the bag at the cowering old man. The priest looked like he was about to grow some balls and argue, but Angelus stopped his protests with a deep growl. "You sold your soul to the Senior Partners a long time ago, Donlan. Don't try and redeem it now," he taunted. "It'll only earn you a slow and painful death--trust me."

Angelus punctured the bags of blood with his fangs and drank it down greedily. When he was done, he tossed it aside, wiped his mouth and went for the next one. "Now get your ass in gear because you will do this for me," he said. "It's taken me almost four years to regain my memories since the Partners pulled me out of whatever hell I was in, but now I'm back and I want my body along with it, so get it the fuck done," the demon snarled, before drinking down the next bag hungrily.

Father Donlan went to leave, but Angelus stopped him. "Oh and I have a special request for dinner tonight—something young and blond, preferably with big green eyes," he purred. "With my mind back—I have other needs besides blood that have to be satisfied." The priest gaped, but slowly his shoulders slumped and he nodded. Angelus' cruel smirk was made even more hideous by his true demonic visage. "And Donlan—make sure she's pretty. I can't fuck just anything, you know?" he taunted, knowing the old Priest had no choice but to serve him—it was in his contract.

**The Jeffersonian:

Dr. Camille Saroyan and Dr. Jack Hodgins were examining a water main pipe as Booth and Brennan entered the Lab. Cam glanced up at Hodgins. "So… a shovel hit the water main?

Jack nodded. "The same shovel that was found a few feet from where the water main burst, buried in a colony of worms." He pointed to the pipe. "See here and here…the metal shavings match." He flashed a huge smile. "Someone was digging in that cemetery. Maybe they were resurrecting the dead…"

Camille rolled her eyes. "Oh goody, and they say Christmas only comes once a year.

The partners were definitely arguing, as they made their way over to the restricted platform. Their voices were raised and the level of aggravation there caused both Cam and Hodgins to cease their conversation as they turned to stare at them.

Booth frowned at Bones as he swiped her card and proceeded her onto the examination deck. "You know, it doesn't help our case when you to do stuff like that, Bones," he griped. "We want their help—we're not there to insult them!"

Brennan shrugged off his concerns. "Father Matt wasn't threatened, you were. I don't see the logic in this argument."

"We're definitely not working well together," Booth growled, throwing his hands in the air.

Cam raised a brow. "Um—I'm going to go out on a limb here and ask…is there a problem?"

Tempe turned to her. "Yes, I'[m finding Booth to be bossy and judgmental on this case. He expects me to cave to his beliefs even when I think their vague, superstitious, and based on a ridiculous belief in the supernatural."

Booth shot Bones a glare before turning to Cam. "And I've been trying to tell her problems between people is never just one person's fault, but she's stubborn and refuses to see anything unless it's right in front of her face," he snapped, putting his hands on his hips.

Brennan raised a brow and shot back. "Some people can create quite a bit of chaos on their own." she stated.

"What?" Booth snapped, then before he thought about it he added, "Name one."

A smile tugged Brennan's lips upward as she replied. "What about Hitler? He did pretty well on his own.

Booth huffed out a frustrated breath. "Did you hear that?" he said to Camille. "I'm talking to her about God and she tosses in Hitler!!" He began to pace. "How can I work with her on a case about faith and beliefs when she doesn't have any?"

Cam looked stumped, but Angela; who'd been entering the lab at the time, swiped her card and spoke up as she came up on the platform. "Whoa, okay, back to your corners, guys—just because you two don't believe in the same things isn't necessarily a bad thing." She turned to Brennan. "You definitely need to broaden your horizons and sometimes just believe even when there isn't a bone or a body in front of you as proof." Booth smirked, but Angela turned to him too and let him have it. "And you have to understand she doesn't see the world like you do and accept that. Forcing someone to have faith in something they don't believe in, isn't the same thing as having faith at all, now is it?"

Booth and Brennan looked away from her uncomfortably. They looked at each other.

"I'm sorry, Bones," he said. "But I do think it'll help if you come see Dr. Wyatt with me. I think it can improve our communication skills," he said.

Brennan shook her head. "No. Therapy is a vague and inexact process. It has no basis in facts. The man shouldn't even be called a doctor."

Booth shot a look at Angela, as if saying 'see' before turning back to Brennan. "Well, he helped me. I mean, are you so threatened that you can't even do a favor for someone you 'call' a friend?"

Brennan hesitated and Angela nudged her with a sharp elbow. Tempe shot her an irritated frown before turning back to Booth with a sigh. "Fine," she agreed. "I'll go, but I want you to know, I will speak my mind, Booth. I will speak my mind," she said to him.

A broad grin spread across his face and he nodded. "That's okay," he said.

Hodgins grinned at the group in general before he turned to Angela with a huge smile. "See why I love her?" he crowed. "Isn't she fantastic?"

Angela shrugged off his declaration until she noticed his attention was snagged by Buffy and Dawn coming into the lab. His jaw had dropped as he stared at them. Angela gave him a sharp elbow too. "Hey, remember you're taken," she said with a wicked little grin.

Hodgins winked. "But Zack isn't…now where is my little single friend—there is a definite 'hottie' alert on deck," he said.

Booth heard Hodgins' statement and turned, spotted Buffy and his head whipped back to scowl at Jack. "Hey, back off Sparky," he growled. "One of those hotties is—" All eyes turned to him at the possessive sound in his voice and he faltered. He cleared his throat and tried to appear casual. "Well, she's…Buffy," he finished lamely.

"And that's supposed to mean…what?" Cam teased.

Booth's brows snapped down. "Camille," he warned.

"Seeley," she said back. "Are you dating her?"

He noticed Angela's raised brow and shook his head at her. "Don't even think of grilling her like you did Tessa," he said.

Before Angela could respond Hodgins interrupted, "What about the other one? Is she single?" Booth frowned as did Angela, and Jack back-pedaled quickly. "Hey, I'm thinking Zack here…" he said holding up his hands.

"Okay—you," he said glaring at Hodgins, "back off." He rolled his eyes and made a shooing motion with his hands. "And why are you still here—don't you have work to do?" he snapped, before he made his way over to Buffy.

Angela nudged Jack. "A little more subtlety and a lot less 'King of the Lab', next time, okay?"

Brennan observed the blond Slayer with an un-biased eye. "She's very beautiful."

Angela nodded. "And another blond…" The artist glanced at Cam. "Were you like the only one he ever dated that wasn't blond?"

Cam frowned and looked away uncomfortably. "Okay, back to work." She glanced at Hodgins, ignoring Angela and Brennan's curious looks. "So…what were you saying about resurrecting the dead?"

**xx**

In the Legal Medico-Lab lobby, Buffy smiled as he separated himself from the group on the platform and headed her way. Thank God, because she really wasn't looking forward to breaking up what looked like a convention of 'braniacs'.

"Hey," he whispered, when he got to her. He hugged her and brushed a fleeting kiss along her cheek. "You look amazing," he breathed, stepping back to get a good look at her. His eyes roamed her hungrily, taking in the sexy pantsuit and heels. "Wow!" he said again, licking his lips.

Dawn giggled and gave Buffy an 'I told you so' look.

Buffy's smile was radiant. "You look pretty nummy yourself—love the tie," she said, pulling out and playing with his funky, but discreetly hidden, 'cartoon character' tie.

He laughed huskily as he tucked it back in his jacket. "Hey no one's supposed to see Bugs…"

Buffy noticed everyone staring. "Did I grow a tail and horns since walking in here?" she asked, self consciously tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

Booth glanced over his shoulder, scowled at the squints until they looked away and turned back to Buffy. "No, they're just nosy—how about we just leave…" he said grabbing her arm and intending to just go.

Brennan stopped him. "Booth, aren't you going to introduce me?" she called out coming down from the platform.

He exhaled loudly, and looked as if he was going to say no, but Buffy's small pout made him freeze in his tracks. Tempe made her way over to them. She took her gloves off with a snap and Booth turned Buffy to Bones with his 'charm-smile' plastered on brightly. "Dr. Temperance Brennan—this is Buffy Summers—Buffy—this is Bones." He nodded his head as if satisfied. "Good now that we're all introduced..." He nodded to Bren and turned to leave. "We're going to lunch—see ya in a bit, Bones."

Dawn stopped his hasty retreat. "Hello—not just furniture here."

Booth looked uncomfortable and Buffy giggled. She glanced at Brennan and tried to break the ice. "Is he always this nervous around a group of women?" Buffy teased.

Brennan took the question seriously. "No, I would say that as an 'Alpha-Male' Booth is very comfortable with the female attention he receives," she stated in her usual direct manner.

Buffy gave Booth a confused look, before turning back to Brennan. "Um—yeah…well, I was kidding."

"Don't mind Bones she takes everything too literally," he said.

"I don't understand," Bones said, glancing at Booth for guidance. "She asked a question and I answered it. Why is that too literal?"

Buffy tilted her head and suddenly didn't feel insecure at all anymore as she realized she was the far more adept in a social setting. "I've heard a lot about you, and I also saw that you write books too," Buffy said, totally at ease now. "Murder mysteries…my favorite," she said, flashing a warm smile. "So…are those based on your cases here that you do with Booth?" she asked, trying not to sound too nosy as she investigated the relationship between Booth and 'the Bone-lady' because in the books Brennan's character messed around with her partner.

"The guy in the books isn't me," Booth whispered in her ear, amused at her obvious snooping tactics.

Brennan heard Booth's comment and added, "No, it's not him, even though I believe Booth to possess the symmetrical features of a good breeder, we've never dated."

Buffy's eyes widened and shot to Booth. "Is she serious?"

Booth sighed. "Yeah, as weird as it sounds—she is."

Zack Addy rushed into the lab, thankfully interrupting the now awkward conversation. "Dr. Brennan we may have a problem," he stated. "According to the toxicology reports we've all been exposed to coccidiodomycosis, a fungal infection from the graveyard dirt we've been breathing."

"What?" Booth growled.

Zack glanced at the Agent who was lie an idol to him. "I'm sorry Agent Booth, but if you've been anywhere near this dirt, you could be infected too. The symptoms are nausea, weakness, fever..."

Everyone glanced around at each other as if wondering who was a carrier.

Booth shrugged. "But I feel fine."

Hodgins nodded. "Yep, me too."

Angela was also nodding and Brennan frowned at him. "As do I. Zack are you sure?"

The lab assistant nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, the reports are exact. Dr. Brennan, its present in the dirt. We all need to get shots. The other symptoms include a loss of appetite and a definite drop in libido…"

Dawn suddenly giggled, drawing everyone's attention to her. She shrugged. "What? If loss of libido is a symptom of this casa-doodily-isis—whatever—Booth so doesn't have it." She paused, and then slowly--almost evily grinned and winked at her sister and Seeley. "Trust me--those two have been at it like bunnies ever since they met," she quipped to the group, much to her sister's and Booth's utter mortification.

**Across town at a small Tavern:

The Council goons were sitting in a large booth drinking Guinness on tap, laughing and telling tales about their last trip to the U.S. The waitress dropped of their latest round and the men tipped her and ogled her as she sauntered away.

The leader of the pack, Julius Weatherby gave the waitress one last glance before he leaned back in his seat and winked at his compatriot. "So...D.C…" He glanced at another of the 'Council's death squad'. "Hey Jerrard, would you have predicted Angelus would end up here?" He pulled out a cigarette, glanced at the no-smoking sign and lit it anyway.

Jerrard shrugged. "Here's as good a place as any to take the prick out, I say," he said and took a long drought of his beer.

Just then a man entered the pub and Council Agent Jerrard nudged Council Team Leader Weatherby. "He's here," he said.

One of the other council members frowned, not seeing the exchange. "Can ya believe they made us fly coach! All those alchemists on the board of directors and they still stuck us in a cheap motel. Miserly bastards," he grumbled.

"A frugal lot to be sure, but not stupid," Weatherby responded as he took a long drag of his smoke. He noticed a woman glaring at him and pointing to the 'NO Smoking' sign. He rolled his eyes and finally put the smoke out. "There," he snapped. "Happy now ya bloated twit?" he said with a smirk.

Jerrard leaned forward. "How much are we going to tell him?" he asked.

Weatherby watched as the man came closer. "Only as much as necessary," he said as the man came to a stop beside their table. The older Agent glanced up and smiled. "Good ta see you, mate. Have a seat." He called the waitress over and ordered the man a Guinness. After the drinks were served he winkled at the nervous man sitting across from him. "I was just saying what a frugal bunch of wankers the Council accountants are, but I think you'll agree they pay well when the time is right…" he said with a smarmy smile and pushed an envelope across the table at the man sitting there.

F.B.I. Agent Eugene Sullivan frowned as he looked down at the bribe. "I didn't sign on for this," he said. "My father may have believed in all this 'hokey-demon-stuff', but I told you—I've never seen Booth exhibit anything like the symptoms you keep describing. He's not a vampire!"

Weatherby opened a file and tossed out a picture of Buffy. "What about this girl—ever seen her?"

Sully shook his head. The Council Agents all looked from one another then back to Sullivan. "Well, she's here," Weatherby said. "That's the Slayer—she found Booth because he used to be Angelus—got it now?"

Jerrard leaned forward. "We know she's here and we know you have access to her."

Sully slid the picture and the file back across the table. "I've never seen this woman before. How do I have access to her?"

"She's dating Angelus," one of the Agents growled.

Sully's eyes widened. "I've never seen him with this girl…" He eyed the British Council goons. "Are you sure? I mean—I could lose my job as it is if the Agency ever found out about the information I've already supplied you with."

Jerrard scoffed and leaned back in his seat. "Loyalty to a vampire now, is it?"

Sully frowned. "That's just it. Booth isn't a vampire."

Weatherby soothed the two men. "Look, it's alright. That's not why we're here. A Slayer that's gone bad is far more dangerous than any single vampire. Surely you understand that."

Sully remembered how his father died. "Yeah, I do—all too well."

Weatherby leaned forward and pushed the envelope at Sullivan again. "Then you'll help us?"

Sully hedged a minute more. "Why come to me? You know where she is, why not take her yourselves?"

Jerrard made a face. "She's betrayed her calling, but she has the power and the willingness to use that power for evil. She must be stopped."

Sully reluctantly picked up the envelope, but instead of pocketing it, he handed it back to Weatherby. "If this girl is as bad as you say—I don't want money to help. I'll do it for my father," he said. He stood up. "Don't call me again—I'll contact you," he said and left the pub without a backward glance.

Jerrard picked up his beer and looked sideways at Weatherby. "Think he'll follow through?"

The older Agent shrugged. "Nah, but he'll lead us right to the Slayer and Angelus, and really…that's all we wanted, right?"

**Back at the Jeffersonian:

Angela came up behind Hodgins. "So…I wonder how many nights a week the sexy blond is doing the sleepover?"

Hodgins grinned and shook his head. "I knew that would pique your interest."

"Well, despite being hottness personified, Booth is like the 'Lone Ranger' when it comes to women most of the time—the last woman I saw him with was the blond attorney—or Cam," she said. "And he totally didn't act like he did today—did you hear the growl? Very sexy," she said with a grin.

Hodgins frowned. "Should I be jealous?"

Angela flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Not if you meet me in the Egyptian room in say—fifteen minutes," she taunted and sauntered off the deck, giggling when Hodgins made a similar growl behind her.

**x**

Later:

Buffy, Booth and Dawn were entering the Legal Medico Lab. Lunch had been fun for everyone but Dawn. The two lovers had spent most of the time cuddling and kissing. Giggling and whispering to each other in voices that were so baby sweet, Dawn wanted to puke. She glared at the two of them over her shoulder. "God will you two just get a room already?" she mumbled as they made their way across the lobby to the examination deck.

Zack glanced up and noticed them, but his eyes widened as he gazed at the gorgeous brunette standing next to Booth. "I—oh my," he whispered softly.

Hodgins noticed where Zack's eyes had strayed and grinned. "I told you, dude. She's like uber-hot. Don't even glance at the blonde or Booth will probably shoot you, but the sister is fine, right?" Hodgins winked. "I think this set up makes me 'King of the lab'!"

Zack was already nodding. "You can be 'King of the Planet' for all I care as long as you can introduce me to her," he murmured staring at Dawn.

Cam swiped her card before she strode onto the examination deck. "So…what do we have?"

Zack reluctantly turned away from Dawn and went back to business. "Dr. Saroyan, I've indentified several abnormal pre-mortem injuries on all the bodies recovered from the cemetery. All of them seem to have the same puncture wounds to the hyoid bone…" He pointed at a few of the bones with his pen. "Here and here and…" He moved to another table, "and here and here…"

Cam nodded. "Okay, I get the picture. Do we have any idea what caused these injuries?"

Hodgins grinned. "I'm telling you…it's vampires, man. Those wounds are perfect fang marks."

Across the room, Buffy's whole body tensed. "Did he just say…vampires?"

Booth rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we found some strange marks on the necks of some of the bodies—you gotta understand Hodgins…" he said and went on to explain how the man believed in every single conspiracy theory known to man.

Buffy didn't care. She happened to know vampires were real. Her and Dawn exchanged looks. "Hey, mind if we hang out—watch you guys work?" she said to Booth, giving him her 'charm-smile'.

Booth blinked at the radiance of her grin. "Sure, why not," he said and led the sisters over to the deck. He swiped his card and led Buffy and Dawn up to the table where Cam, Hodgins and Zack were.

"So…what have we got?" Booth asked.

Cam sighed. "Well according to Hodgins a series of vampire attacks—me I'm thinking ice pick or something similar." She leaned over to whisper in Booths' ear. "We may have stumbled onto the burial ground of a very proficient serial killer, Booth."

That got his attention and he jerked his head back in surprise. "What? You're kidding, right?" Cam just frowned and Booth swallowed. "Shit," he said and got his phone out to call his boss. He glanced at Buffy. "Baby, I'm sorry, but I gotta call Cullen…" He looked at Jack. "But Hodgins here will show you around, right?"

Jack grinned. "With pleasure."

Booth scowled. "Just the basic tour there pal—take her to the Egyptian room and I will pull out my gun and shoot you, but first I'll—well lets just say you'll be glad when I shoot you," he growled.

Buffy glanced at Booth, realized he was jealous and blew him a kiss. Booth's whole face lightened, much to the shock of the squints.

"Wow—I don't think I've ever seen him smile like that," Zack mused, staring at the handsome, but usually brusque Agent.

Dawn nudged him. "Oh that." She snorted. "Don't be surprised. He'll do that al lot when she's around, might as well get used to it. He could be like totally all *grrrr* one minute…then Buffy walks in the room and it's like presto-chango…he's just a big pussycat." Dawn giggled. "It's amazing really," she said, smiling at the cute lab assistant.

Zack was entranced by her smile and could only nod. "I-I think I'll take your word for it," he whispered before turning away nervously and focusing on the body again.

Dawn watched him closely. "Hey wanna explain to me what you're doing? I took basic biology, so I'm not a stranger to the human body, but do you really think this was a vampire attack," she asked, sliding closer to the table to get a look for herself before she alerted Giles that their was vampires in DC.

Buffy turned to Hodgins. "Hey for those of us who skipped health class to hang out at the 'Java-Hut'…wanna explain to me why you think this might be a vampire?" she asked, playing the ditz for the moment.

Hodgins grinned. "Are you a believer?"

Buffy batted her lashes. "Oh, definitely," she said with a fake grin.

Hodgins then pointed out the marks on the neck. Buffy got very serious as she studied them. "Damn," she whispered as she recognized the marks. It was a vampire—no doubt about it. "How old did you say these bones are?"

"Well most of the regular burial plots go as far back as a hundred years ago, but towards the back of the cemetery, we found a mass grave that appears to be within the last two or three years, and all of them have these marks."

Buffy sighed. Great—there was a vampire in DC and obviously a very clever one at that. It was time to get Mr. Pointy out of retirement after all…

Okay guys, this was kind of short, but it was very plot orientated. I just kind of wanted to let you all know where I'm going with this fic. Oh and I didn't have a name for the Church, but I thought the name fitted—so don't correct me—I didn't remember the name and I watched the epi over and again and no where did I hear them mention it…

Oh—and before you flame me about Angelus and now NOT sexy he is in this—remember, he IS NOT in Angel's body in this fic—he is in his TRUE demon form. When you think of him…I'd say…picture the demon in Pylea, cause that is kinda what he looks like. Okay? Okay.

Now feed the musie so she will feed me because seriously you guys loved that plotty chappie so much—I just had to do another one!! Lol! I was supposed to send out thank yous, but I wrote this instead—hope you're not mad… :) :)

Xoxo

Jen