Scarlett and Angel took separate ways, and as much as Spike wanted to follow the redhead, he followed his grandsire. Earlier that night, Spike went to the flat he and Angel used to share but it was now occupied by a family, so following Angel would reveal his current residence.
Angel was living in a flat in the same building as their office. Makes sense, he doesn't have to go out in the bloody sunlight to get to work, Spike thought while lurking in the shadows. He underestimated his grandsire, because Angel sneaked behind the blond vampire, "what are you doing here, Spike?"
"Thought I should pay a visit to the family, eh, gramps?" he answered. Angel raised an eyebrow, "the truth, Spike," the older vampire insisted. Spike sighed, "I wanted to see how the bird was doing, mate. You got any pig's blood? I'm hungry," he said. They entered the flat and Angel pointed at the fridge, "help yourself. Why come all the way to England? Every time you called I told you she was fine," Angel said. "Yeah, well, I don't trust you saying the truth, mate," Spike tried to fool the older vampire, but Angel didn't buy it. Spike took a deep breath, "I just wanted to bloody see her, ok?" he finally admitted, and added "does she still have feelings for me?"
Angel shrugged, "I'm not the right person to answer that." Spike felt a chill down his spine, he needed to be sure, "is there something between you two?" he asked, feeling a slight tinge of rage creeping within. Angel took a moment before answering, "yes," ... son of a bitch! I can't believe this, you sodding bastard... "I went from having this strange companion to having a meddlesome sister figure that tries to set me up with every single attractive female client. That, or the daughter figure that speaks in foreign geek language and makes fun of me when I don't understand. Either way, she has the power to drive me as crazy as you used to. Actually, no, she isn't as bad as you," Angel finished smirking at Spike.
"You sodding bastard, I thought you and her-" Spike was saying, but Angel interrupted, "I know, and it was highly amusing to watch you boil." The younger vampire lit a cigarette, "now that you are done being a jerk, can you please tell me if she still has feelings for me?" Spike asked once more. Angel shook his head, "I don't know, Spike. We haven't discussed that particular subject in a while. Again, even if I knew, I'm not the one to answer that. Why do you want to know?"
Spike sighed heavily, "all this time I was in New York I kept thinking about her. At first I thought it was guilt, but after a couple of months I started to miss her. And, well, here I am, mate," he explained and then asked, "any chance you'll let a bloke crash in the couch?" Angel nodded, "fine, but you'll have to find another place tomorrow. I've been living in so much peace for the last six months. I don't want that to change."
Spike woke up with full sunshine on his face, startled, he jumped behind the couch before he realized he wasn't sizzling. What did you know, he got necro-tempered glass, bet the office has it too. He grabbed some pig's blood from the fridge before getting dressed and headed to the office. He wanted to see Scarlett.
Angel was sitting on his desk when he saw Spike walk in, "no, no, no, get out of here, Spike, I'm working, don't need a pest bugging around," the older vampire protested. "Aw come on, I want to see the batcave. So, what name did you pick?" Spike asked as he grabbed a business card, "her last name? Classy."
"We couldn't agree on names, so we ended up with it because it made the most sense," Angel explained. Spike frowned and asked, "how so? I know the agency was your idea, and she is just helping." Angel kept going through his papers, "well, it turns out that Scarlett is quite well connected, she knows people that can make information appear out of nowhere, as well as IDs and other stuff," he was explaining and Spike interrupted, "hold on, you are going around with a fake ID?" The older vampire nodded and added, "when she requested it, she told her contact to say I was her older brother. So yeah, my ID has her last name on it. Plus she put money from her own pocket to pay bribes and expenses to have the agency appear as if it was owned and run by humans. So yes, it made the most sense to call it 'Scott-Thomas Investigations'."
Spike pondered, "when you mean 'run by humans', you mean you going out during the day to help a client?" he asked, almost sure of the answer. Angel remained silent, and Spike added, "she got her witches friends to enchant some jewelry for you, didn't she?" Angel nodded, and the younger vampire simply said, "that's great," a trace of jealousy and sadness in his voice.
"Have you seen the morning paper? Another mutilated corpse in a dumps-," Scarlett was reading the newspaper as she was walking in, and stopped on her tracks when she saw Spike. "Hello there, pet," he greeted her, smiling.