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Angel slammed his fists against the oak table in frustration "Dammit Wes, you're telling me that you can't find her? How difficult is it to find one person" he downed the glass of whiskey then poured himself another.
"Angel, she is one woman in a city this big… it's entirely possible for her to hide" Wesley smiled calmly at his boss then sipped some tea that he had brewed "We're doing our best to find her, it's only been a few days"
A few days? He didn't care, Buffy had run out on him at the gym and he couldn't find her. Her apartment was empty and according to her boss she hadn't been in work either, she was intentionally avoiding him and it didn't sit well.
"I don't care, I want her found" he ground his teeth. Since she had fled he had been in serious brood mode, thinking over everything; Buffy, Him, hiswork and his extra work, bringing him to the conclusion that if he would have fully stopped dealing with drugs then she would still be here.
It would make him laugh to think that he was willing to change himself for a girl, not just a girl but a gorgeous, intelligent woman with the biggest green eyes he had ever seen. He shook the thoughts of her out of his head; this wasn't a time to laugh.
"Angel, don't you think it's time to clean up your act? See how your actions affect people's lives?" he folded his arms across his chest and raised his eyebrow to emphasise the point. He could see his boss squirm in his seat.
Angel bit his lip, he didn't want to think about the consequences; all he knew was that this was the first time he messed up and felt bad for it. All because of Buffy "Wes, I need to find her" he ran his hand through his messy hair and sighed.
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Buffy sighed as she sunk into the warm water in the bath tub; her hand ran over her taut stomach then she began to cry. Her life plan was simple, graduate high school, get a job, meet someone, fall in love then get married and so on.
All of that came crashing down this morning when she had to pee on a stick. Positive. Positive as in pregnant, having a child. A child with a man she loved yet a man who terrified her by his actions and his two completely different lives.
Sure she had graduated, got a job and had met someone who she loved but now she would have a child. Not that she didn't want a baby but she felt like she was too young to bring a life into this world and look after them.
She lay in silence thinking things over; if she didn't feel prepared there was something that she could do to resolve the problem. She shook her head in disgust; that was something she would never do, despite the situation that she was in.
Her thoughts travelled back to Angel, she was torn. On one hand she missed him deeply and the other hand she wanted to throw up thinking of all he was involved in. If she had never gone to the club that night then maybe her life would be different and Darla would still be alive.
She got out of the bath and wrapped herself in a towel; she went into the bedroom then sat on the edge of the bed. She desperately wanted to call Angel, have him pick her up and hold her close until the sun settled then rose again.
The towel became damp as she dried herself off then pulled on the last of her clothes. When she had fled him a few days earlier she ran to her house and packed a couple of items before catching a bus out of town, wanting some time to think about things.
She ended up in some small town a couple of hours outside of LA, paying in cash to stay at a motel by the side of the road. The money was quickly running out and knew if she took money out of an ATM then he could find her.
What she would get out of running away she didn't know, eventually she would have to go back and face the music. Coming face to face with him scared her, would he be mad that she fled? Would he be happy that she was returning? It was hard to know what would happen.
Buffy counted through the notes she had left in her purse then threw them back inside, her money situation was worse than she had anticipated. It looked like she would have to return home within the next day and face her fears.
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Angel had listened to Spike for the past half hour on the advantages of signing up for another shipment of drugs, the entire time he pretended to give a rats ass but couldn't. The talk with Wes and the words Buffy had spoken had gotten to him.
He was done with it all. He shook his head at his friend "I'm done" the blonde looked at him inquisitively "I'm done with it all Spike" he got up from his seat and paced around his office, he had pent up energy that needed to be burned off.
Spike laughed heartily "You're serious? Giving up what you've built all for some whiney little bint, whom may I remind you has skipped town, mate" he was pulled up by the collar of his top and thrown against the wall, causing him to wince.
The look on Angel's face was lethal; he clenched his grip on Spikes throat "Don't. Don't ever speak about her in that way and yes, I am being serious. I'm done with it all Spikey" he heard the strained breath and the colour on his friends face change so he let him go.
Spike choked and held his throat, feeling the burn from Angels tight grasp "Christ!" he coughed to clear his throat "Right, I got it, you love her, want to be the big man, all white knight and chivalrous… but does she want you, after everything she found out?"
Angel punched the wall in front of him, he didn't know and that's what scared him the most. The adrenaline wore off then suddenly was hit with the pain that came from his hand; it sent shockwaves of agony throughout his body.
"Fuck" he held his aching fist against his chest and blinked back the tears that had formed, there was no way that he would cry in front of Spike. He sat back down in his seat and downed the whiskey to try to dull the pain.
Spike cautiously made his way over to his friend "Sore one… should go to the hospital mate" he raised his arms in surrender when he was shot with a dark glare "Looks broken" he began to walk out of the office with Angel in tow.
As suspected, his hand was in fact broken. His hand was reset and placed in a cast, he groaned when the doctor said that painkillers were out of the question once Spike let it slip that he had a couple of whiskeys before they had got there.
Angel reluctantly thanked the doctor for their help then made his way out of the cubicle and down towards the exit. Spike remained silent beside him, not wanting to anger him into causing himself more bodily harm.
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Spike had dropped him off him off at the club without saying anything; he trudged up the stairs at the rear of the building then slumped on to the sofa in his suite. He threw his good arm over his eyes and took a deep sigh, wanting nothing more than for this day to end.
He lost track of the time on account of all the things that were running through his mind, when he heard the door creak open he thought nothing of it. Wes was due back any time around now, he sighed not saying anything to the intruder.
The only sound in the room was the door clicking shut, Angel ground his teeth together; he couldn't take any more of Wes's silent condemnation. He slammed his good hand off of the sofa and glared, he took one look at her and his scowl melted.
Buffy shifted from foot to foot as she looked at the ground then finally looked at him, carefully so not to spook her he stood up and walked over to her slowly, even though it had only been less than a week, he had missed her and thought that she had become more beautiful in that time "Buffy" he took her hand gently in his and gave it a squeeze.
The jolt of emotion that worked its way through her body scared her. She knew what he had done, she wanted to hate him but she couldn't. She missed him and his touch, even though he was only caressing her hand, it felt amazing.
"You hurt your hand?" she nodded towards the cast then looked into his eyes; she could see relief, passion and anger in those deep chocolate orbs. His good hand left hers her ran around her waist and pulled her close.
He brushed his lips against hers gently "it's nothing" although the movement was minuscule, when she reciprocated the move he took the advantage and ran his tongue between her lips. A moan escaped from her mouth when the kiss deepened.
In a blink of an eye she pulled out of the kiss and put distance in between them, the look on her face pained him; it read that she hated herself for being caught up in the moment. She held out her hand to stop him from moving towards her.
"Angel… we can't" the rush of emotion had almost floored her but her brain screamed at her to remember why she had left in the first place "I love you, I do… but I can't just forget about what's happened" she saw sadness in his eyes for the first time ever.
He hit a high when she said what he had wanted to hear, that she loved him then came crashing down to earth. He didn't want to imagine his life without her, she was supposed to be an easy lay then he would toss her to the side but life's funny that way.
"Buffy" his voice came out strained, he would never have imagined that he would cry over a woman, yet here he was, standing in front of her, almost begging for forgiveness "I love you" his thumb ran over her lip and she closed her eyes.
Angel pulled her close and placed a kiss on her forehead "We can make this work… I know we can" he coaxed her into a loving kiss. He backed her up against the wall then lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around him.
Buffy bit her lip as he kissed the sensitive spot on her neck "Angel!" she could feel the bulge straining against his jeans, she wanted to say no, to talk things over but he was a master at sexual manipulation, there was no way she could stop now… not that she wanted to either.
He shifted her weight and pushed her back against the wall as he kissed her hungrily; he hadn't been inside of her for a while and was feeling it. The noises she was making and the sweet smell of her skin, he gripped onto her top and pulled it over her head.
Carefully he walked them towards the previously vacated sofa and sat down so that she was straddled across his lap. Buffy wrapped her fingers through his messy hair and tugged his head back causing him to wince in pain.
They were both caught up in each other that they didn't hear the door open once again, they pulled apart heaving breathing when they heard someone clear their throat. They both looked over to Wes who was looking panicked.
"Angel, we have to talk" he looked at Buffy then tipped his head to signal that they should be alone for this but Angel shook his head, anything that had to be said should be said in front of her. She got up from his lap and went back to collect her shirt.
Wesley ran his hands over his face then placed his glasses back on "Angel, to put this politely… the shit has hit the fan" he shook his head then went for a drink to calm his shaky hands "The cops may have a link between you and the recent drug problem, there has been whispers that someone squealed… there's a warrant out for your arrest"
Buffy watched them from the door with tears in her eyes, she had tried to run away but couldn't, she tried to stop loving him but wouldn't and now it looked like he would get arrested and taken away from her for a long time.
His eyes met hers, she could see genuine fear; never would she have thought that a hard ass like him would be scared of anything but now he looked lost. He took one look at Wes and they both nodded, not filling her in on their plan.
Angel grabbed onto her hand and led them both back downstairs, closely followed by Wesley; as they entered the main area of the club all hell broke loose. A SWAT team barged their way inside, pointing guns causing the guests to flee in all directions.
Wesley grabbed Angel and pulled him in the opposite direction, he tried to grab onto Buffy's hand but let go of her when someone ran into them to avoid the cops. He yelled her name but lost sight as he was pushed into his car and Wes drove off.
Buffy had tried to run to catch up with them but the chaos inside of the club was too much, by then a SWAT member had stopped in front of her, calling her by name and that she would have to go downtown with them.
It happened so fast, Angel was out of sight and before she knew it she was getting hauled downtown. They had assured her that she wasn't being formally arrested, but they knew that she and Angel were together, so suspected that she was involved.
Buffy was led into an interrogation room where she was left alone with her thoughts. Everything came to the surface and made her cry, she was scared, she never asked for this and now she was being treated like a criminal.