"Faith, after this we have to talk."

"Why can't we talk now?"

"It's business."

"So?"

"Dawn doesn't know that they're Watchers." Buffy whispered to Faith, so Dawn didn't hear her.

"Okay, after this."

"Thanks." Buffy said to both Faith and Dawn who was handing her a present.


Gunn walked down the stairs, into the lobby.

"Gunn may I speak with you?" Angel asked. He'd been thinking over his actions from last night, he knew he was over reacting, even when he was doing it. He didn't want to lose Buffy and Gunn over his response to their knowing each other. He knew now that he should be thankful to Gunn, he had obviously helped Buffy deal with something her friends never would have. He also knew that the best way to rebuild bridges with Buffy was to rebuild bridges with Gunn.

"Go to Hell, I think we covered everything last night." Gunn said, never missing a step. He didn't want to deal with Angel's jealousy crap. "I'm going out."

Angel grabbed Gunn, his arm pressing on Gunn's neck. "Two minutes."

"Fine, two minutes." Gunn said, as Angel released him.

The two walked into Angel's office, leaving the rest of the people in the lobby to stare at them, wondering what had happened.

"That was entertaining." Cordelia muttered.


"So, what's up, B?"

"Riley's at Angel's."

"Army boy?"

"Yeah, we have to get him out of there."

"Why?"

"You can go tonight; if the gang finds him we're screwed."

"Why?"

"All of them working together not good, we have to prevent that. Besides, he works for the government and you broke out of prison."

"Fine, I'll go, but I still don't get why it's a big deal."

"Thank you, I'll have everything set up for you."

"Sure, whatever."


"What do you want? You think I'm gonna stand here and take more of your crap, I'm not."

"I'm sorry; the attitude I used with you was uncalled for. I love her; I don't think things through when it comes to her. When I heard you two were out, I got mad…"

"I don't want your explanation. I'm letting this go, I'm still angry, but I would do anything to make her happy. She loves you, you make her happy…" Gunn's phone rang. Holding his finger to tell Angel to wait, Gunn flipped open the phone. "Hey what's up?"

"Are you at Angel's?"

"Yeah, you want to talk to him?"

"No, is Spike around?"

"I think so, why?"

"I need to talk to him. Could you put him on the phone?"

"Sure. Let me get him." Gunn covered the phone, and said to Angel, "Can you get Spike for me?"

"Why?"

"She wants to talk to him." Gunn said, holding out the phone slightly.

"Fine." Angel opened the office door and called Spike in. After Spike was in the room, Angel told him, "Telephone's for you."

"What?" Spike asked as Gunn handed him the phone.

"Say my name and you'll be dust so fast you won't know it until it's too late."

"What's up?"

"Riley's there and I need you to help Faith get him out."

"He's not here."

"Angel has him hidden in some room there."

"Why not have the Poof help you with this."

"Questions like that land you on the sharp point of a wooden stick, got it?"

"Sore subject, I see."

"Drop it. Will you help me?"

"Yeah, oh something important before you hang up."

"What?"

"Angel sold Dawn on an inter-dimensional black market slavery ring."

"No, he didn't. I arranged a drop, and he brought her to the coffee shop where I picked her up."

"Oh. Tell Faith, I'll see her at nine."

"Thanks, Spike, now give the phone back to Gunn."

Spike handed the phone to Gunn, then turned and punched Angel in the face. "You could have told me Dawn was okay." Then he stormed out of the office. Everyone heard him muttering about how much he hated Angel.


At eight forty-five, Buffy and Faith making last minute preparations. They were in Buffy, they couldn't let Dawn or Buffy's grandparents hear their planning.

"Faith, I don't know where keep him. Any ideas?"

"I say we just beat him up and let him back out into the world again."

"That's helpful. We have to keep him somewhere."

"Hey, Buffy, not tp interrupt, but you know there is that room in the basement, right?" Dawn said from the door way.

"Dawn! How long have you been standing there?" Buffy said, whipping her head around, to face the door.

"Long enough. I think you should keep him in that room, it's perfect for a hostage. No one goes down there."

"You shouldn't eavesdrop."

"Maybe next time I won't; okay?"

"I guess."

"Faith, you go get Riley, and I'll get the basement ready. Dawn you be ready to help Faith get Riley to that room." Buffy said, as she left the room.

"I think Leader Buffy is back." Faith said. Dawn nodded in response, as she and Faith went to do their tasks.

Faith's walk to Angel's was very quiet, no vampires and no people. She poked around the building and found Angel's office. Slipping in the window she was surprised to see Cordelia putting some papers away.

"Please don't yell that I'm here." Faith said making her turn around. "I promise I'm not here to hurt you; I'm the delivery Slayer here to pick up Riley."

Cordelia eyed Faith suspiciously then turned away. Faith thought she was busted when Cordelia opened her mouth, but was shocked when she just called for Angel. Cordelia noticed that as soon as Angel entered the room got colder.

"I'm here to pick up Riley." Faith said, she knew something was up between Buffy and Angel. Buffy was good at putting up the façade, but Faith knew how to see through it because she had her own.

"Right there." Angel said, pointing to the chair in the corner.

"That's all I needed." Faith said hoisting Riley up around her shoulders. She slipped out the window very much like a cat, and was gone in a flash.

Dawn had the door open for Faith, and moved to direct her to the basement as soon as Faith was in the house. Buffy was ready downstairs. She met them at the base of the stairs, and helped Faith tie him to the preset up chair. Dawn was the last one out of the room, and she locked the door, keeping the key with her.


A.N.- This is the first of a few part segment. I broke it up to keep it from getting too long and also because I felt that some things should be dealt with seperatly. Let me know what you think.