Title: Shades of Gray (Chapter 11)
Summary: The line between good and evil is not black and white, but filled with shades of gray.
Disclaimer: Don't own "Angel" or any characters, locations or other things related to it. Just borrowing it for a little while.

Notes: Yay! New chapters :) Sorry it took so long; it's been crazy around here. Anyhoo, hope you like. All feedback, comments and constructive criticism is welcome. :P

Chapter 11

"It's been a really quiet day." Spike observed. He, Angel, Doyle and Cordelia were sitting in the office of Angel Investigations.

"Almost too quiet." Angel said.

Cordelia joined in the discussion in typical fashion. "I know, and that means no money coming in to help my paycheck."

"Well, I'm just happy to have escaped those blinding, skull-crushing headaches known as visions sent by the Powers That Be." Doyle countered.

Just then the office door swung open and Alejandra stormed in, a seemingly reluctant Fabrizio trailing behind. She walked up to Angel. "Hablas espanol? Me comprendes?" She was noticeably upset, but Angel just looked at her confused. "Fabrizio!" She yelled, and he stepped up. She gestured to Angel. "Le dice a el, que lo digo!"

Fabrizio looked at Angel. "She wants to know if you speak Spanish, and if you're understanding her."

"No, I don't know Spanish. Why is she speaking Spanish?"

"Porque soy maldita por un brujo hoy." Alejandra said.

Fabrizio translated. "Because she was cursed by a witch today."

"Why?" Spike asked.

Alejandra whirled to face him. "Porque es comico, no?"

"Because it's funny, isn't it?" The sarcasm was clearly understood.

Angel spoke to stop a fight. "Ok, let me get this straight. A witch put a curse on you so you could only speak Spanish." Alejandra nodded. "Ok." Angel and the others were holding back laughs and trying not to smile.

This made her very mad. "No es comico."

"It's not funny." Fabrizio translated for her upsetting her further. She sat down on the couch and put her head down.

Angel composed himself first and went to her as the others composed themselves. "Ali?" She looked at him. "We're going to help you with this any way we can, ok?" She nodded. "Do you know how long this curse is for? Did it have a time limit?"

"No."

"Where were you when this happened?"

"El parque."

"You were in the park?" She nodded. "Do you know who the witch was?"

"No se."

Angel looked at Fabrizio. "Does that mean 'I don't know.' " Fabrizio nodded. "Ok, I need you to be translator here, ok?" Fabrizio nodded again. Angel turned back to Alejandra. "Do you know why she would do this to you?"

"No. No se quien ella es."

"No. I don't know who she is."

"Did you do something to provoke her?"

"No." This time Fabrizio spoke up before Alejandra did.

Angel turned to him. "You were there when this happened?"

Fabrizio nodded. "We were just walking through the park, and this witch jumped out in front of us and started chanting. The next thing I know, she was gone, and Ali was talking in Spanish."

"It sounds like she was following you, targeting you." Spike said.

"Pero porque mi?" Alejandra said with confusion and sadness.

"But why me?" Fabrizio translated the words; the emotion had been clearly understood from Alejandra's voice.

"Maybe someone hired her. Someone who thinks you know something they don't want told." Doyle suggested. Everyone looked at him and nodded in agreement.

"No se nada."

"I don't know anything."

"Well, somebody thinks you know something." Angel said.