Disclaimer: I'm tired right now. Just look at this bit of any other chapter of the fic if you really need to see a disclaimer.

"What are we going to do now?" Bones asked. It really was the question of the hour. It had been advised for both her and Booth to get back to their houses, but they had both vehemently refused due to the, "unconscious extreme serial killer in the pentagram thing," to use Booth's exact words. Willow had deemed that someone should probably attempt to figure out whether it would be better to just plain stake Angelus and be done with it. The issue with that was that, despite Spike's extensive testing of the subject, kicking one of Angel's embodied personalities in the stomach and actually killing one were two completely different things.

Buffy walked back from the break room and chucked an ice pack at Booth before going to sit between Angel and Dawn on the couch. "I still say kicking you both out the door is a viable option," she commented.

"You could try," Booth denied confidently.

Faith raised an eyebrow at him. "Did you not get the memory of how much ass we as individuals are capable of kicking while you were living in Angel's head? Because if any of us with the expression of Red and Dawnie could physically throw you through the window if we wanted to."

"I'd like to watch you people spar," Booth said with interest.

Connor and Faith both grinned and began to roll back their sleeves. Surprisingly it was Spike who stopped them. "Not now love," he told Faith. Everyone looked at him like he had gone nuts. "Now normally I'd be completely in for a decent spot of violence, but we do have the slight issue of the blood thirsty Ponce over there."

"Which brings us back to the question I formerly stated," Bones pointed out. "What are we going to do now?"

Angel let his mind slip into super planning mode. It was rather similar to his brooding mode, the only difference was that he planned instead of reflected on the grim deeds of his past. That difference didn't change the fact that his face became completely impossible to read.

Dawn shot up when she saw his expression. "He's either brooding or got something! If he's got something great, if he's brooding snap him out of it! We need him to plan!"

Booth looked at her. "Why do you need him to plan? Can't one of you do it?"

"Sure we could," Connor said with an annoyingly condescending tone. He spoke slowly as though he was explaining something to a two year old. He thought that at the very least it would get on their nerves. "But Angel is the one who has seen 14 wars since 1756 and could have strategize the end for every single one of them. We let him plan."

"I could plan too," Willow said off handedly. "I'm pretty much a genius you know."

"We know Wills," Buffy reassured her. "But Angel has broody face. We let him think when he gets broody face."

Bones looked at Angel's still blank and closed face with a professional sort of interest. "Does he do this often?" she inquired. She was starting to worry that it might be something she would have to look out for with Booth.

"Less so now," Buffy told her. "When I first met him "Connor snap him back out of it now please."

Connor sat forward from his chair and smacked Angel abruptly on the back of the head. Angel jerked back to Earth's atmosphere at once. "What?" he asked.

"Thanks Con," Buffy told him.

"Any time," he said honestly.

Angel frowned. "What was the head smack for?" he asked. He felt that it had been a little unnecessary not to mention painful on top of his pre-existing headache.

"Sorry honey," Buffy apologized. "You were in danger of major brood mode. It was the quickest way to snap you back with a good plan. I have a suggestion but I thought you'd probably have a better one."

"What was your suggestion?" Faith asked curiously. The entire group had learned that when it came to plans, it was better to have plans A-Z worked out completely. Plus maybe a plan AA just in case.

Buffy sat up straighter. "I thought we could get the lab locked down somehow to contain Angelus for some questioning while we figure out whether or not we can kill him and try to work out what's bringing vamps back to life," she gestured to Angel. "Now over to you to cover in detail the parts I am almost definitely missing."

"Your original plan is good," Angel started.

"Skip the compliments and get to the bloody details mate," Spike said impatiently.

Angel glared at him. "We need more supplies. If we can get the lab locked down for some reason then nothing will be able to get in or out. We're going to need a lot more holly water and weapons. Not to mention books, everyone we have," Angel looked around at everybody. "Normally that wouldn't be an issue, but Angelus needs to stay under heavy guard. We need everyone who can do battle here and Dawn isn't the best to drive. That means someone else has to go by Booth's apartment and pick up what we need."

Dawn raised her hand. "All in favor of that someone being Miss Scientist and Mr. FBI raise your hand."

Booth sighed. He was a little reluctant to leave, but he understood that the idea was a good one. He did know exactly where the right supplies were. "No need for the vote. Bones and I'll go if and only if you let us stay when we get back."

Buffy and Angel exchanged a glance. "Deal," Angel said. He tossed Booth his apartment key. "Get every occult book in the apartment and bring it here. Call in Angela to. We're going to need someone besides Willow around here who's good on the computer. If Hodgins insists on coming to then let him. Anyone else stays the hell out."

Booth nodded. "Got it. Let's go Bones," he dragged the scientist from the room and out to the SUV. "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but can you drive?" he asked plaintively when his head throbbed again.

Spike and Angel heard the car drive away from the building. Spike turned to Angel. "Well Sire, what do we do to kill time until the brain squad gets here with supplies?"

Suddenly the group heard a loud yawn and a terrifyingly cold, maniacal laugh. Buffy's breath caught in her chest, Connor stiffened, Faith squared her shoulders, and Dawn went very pale, Spike narrowed his light blue eyes to a squint, and Angel looked suddenly exhausted. "We," he said. "Try not to let the manipulating killer get under our skins."

"How do we go from here at this moment?" Faith asked militarily.

"Small groups," Spike answered immediately. "Love, Witch, you go up on the higher level and cover us with magic and cross bows. Junior and Bit should stay here and watch things. The three of us go and try to get something out of the arrogant Bastard."

"Good plan Spike," Angel acknowledged grudgingly.

Spike froze. "Alright. Everyone take a second to catalog this moment forever. The great Poof just complimented a plan I had."

Angel groaned and dropped his head into his hands. "Sometimes I really wish I had told Drusilla no about changing you and let her have the next poor, dumb, pathetic, drunken, idiotic, poetic, bastard who crossed our paths."

"That was more insults used in one sentence than I think I've ever heard used at one time before," Willow commented, feeling vaguely impressed. "Hey, why did you let Drusilla turn him in the first place?"

Angel shrugged. "She was feeling lonely, and she wanted him. I gave her what she wanted."

"Daddy's little girl," Connor quipped.

Angel shuddered. "Never say that again. Now let's go talk to my violent sociopath personality."

He, Spike, and Buffy all walked towards the edge of the pentagram.

"Well, well, well," Angelus mocked. "If it isn't the Three Musketeers, all such white hats," he sighed. "It's enough to make a demon sick." His gaze locked on Spike. "Good God William what happened to you? You were such a vicious, obedient childe."

Spike scowled. "I wouldn't be getting me annoyed Angelus," he warned. "After all I'm not the one in the sodding pentagram."

"Yeah, about that," Angelus said, getting to his feet. "These accommodations keep getting worse and worse. At least last time I had more space."

"Sorry you're feeling cramped," Angel said stiffly.

Angelus looked at him with a sneering smile on his face. "Hey there Soul Boy. I see you got the girl again, congratulations about that. Got your kid following you around like a sheep to, good going there," he grinned even wider. "I really thought drowning you in a coffin would have made things just a little bit more strained, and boning Cordelia, well that had to hurt."

For a moment Buffy wondered what Angel would say. She was almost shocked by the slow smile that curled Angel's mouth. It was not a happy smile, it was actually pretty terrifying. Angel reached over and wrapped both arms around Buffy's waist and held her against him. He lifted one hand and lightly traced the imprint of his teeth against her neck. "This mark must just kill you," he commented to Angelus. "That the Slayer loves me, and you had to threaten to suck the earth in to hell just to get some attention. It must hurt even more that I actually got to have a drink," Angel leaned down and lightly kissed the mark, his mark. His face morphed in the process, and one fang cut lightly into her neck. Angel leaned back up and caught the drop of blood with his thumb and then popped the digit into his mouth and sucked it clean.

Buffy looked from Angel to Angelus with a bit of confusion. That only increased by the snarl that rippled from Angelus's throat and he realized Angel had actually struck a nerve.

Spike gave a cackle. "Oh, he got you there Peachy Boy. Meanwhile, you've got nothing Mate."

Buffy leaned back into Angel's chest and watched the goings on with interest. After all, it wasn't everyday you got to watch your fiancé engage in a battle of wits with his demonic alter ego with assistance from a third party.

"So," Angel said. "Do you know anything about what's reanimating vampires? Tell us now and maybe we'll kill you quick before letting everyone else take their turn to cut of little bits of you."

"You can't kill me," Angelus scoffed. "No one here will take the risk of their precious little Angel becoming a dust bunny."

"Maybe we can't kill you yet," Buffy acknowledged. "But a little while ago I did a favor for a witch coven. Svea Priestesses, ring a little bell? Really powerful, big into banishing. Think about that for a minute. Let us know when you start feeling chatty."

With that the three turned to walk away. Faith decided to take that as the perfect cue to knock Angelus out again.

Just as they reached the lounge again, the doors swished open and Booth and Bones came in hauling bags of books and holy water and crosses.

"We got the supplies you wanted," Booth said.

"Some of these are fascinating," Bones admired. "I would greatly appreciate having the opportunity to look at them more closely."

Dawn grabbed a book and handed it over to her. "You can look at them as close as you want," she promised. "It's research time."

A/N: How was it? How was the scene with Angelus? I re-watched all of the episodes he was in before writing this to try and get the personality right. You guys need to tell me if it was good. I can change it if it was an epic fail.