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It was almost morning as Cordelia finally decided that she should sleep. The sky was an aquamarin color, the wasnt going to be shining in LA today the clouds over taken the sky during the night. That was the only thought that comfortered as she plopped down on her bed slipping underneath the covers.

"Dennis turn out the lights please?"

The ghost that lived in her house obeyed her and turned off the lights. She reached up grabbing her pillow holding it close to her body as if were a safety blanket from the world, she wondered if the night mares would come again. It had been almost 3 years since Doyles death everyday seemed to get easier but the nights were still hard. She had coped with it with Angels help he had been there for her all the times he could. But she couldnt talk about it still not yet it was to painful for her. Doyle had loved her she had known it, and what hurt her the most was that she never got a chance to tell him that she did love him. Never got the chance to even be nice to him or go on a date with him. Why? Becaues she didnt want to be hurt. But Doyle would never hurt her ever. He would do what she asked all the time and call her Princess when he agreeed to it. She held her pillow tighter, feeling the tears creep up to her eyes as they slept past her lids down her cheeks She whispered into the pillow.

"I love you Doyle."

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He watched her slip into the beds with the lights off. Like he had done so many other times. She even more beautiful while she slept so at peace. Except when she had the night mares and woke up screaming. It caused him so much pain he always wanted to reach out to her lay a hand on her cheek wipe away her tears and tell her everything was going to be ok. But he couldnt. He couldnt touch her he couldnt reply back to her when she would talk to him a night. He moved over to the bed kneeling down next to her he reached out his hand to her but like always it never touched it was torture. He whispered back to her.

"I love you Princess."

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She woke up that afternoon by her door bell she wanted to kill who ever was behind that door she looked at her clock that read 11:45. She kicked her covers off that entangled her feet as she stomped to her door she knew who ever was out there could hear her walking towards the door she made sure that person knew she was furious. Cordelia swung open her door.

"WHAT?" She screeched at the man standing behind her door it was Wesley.

"Well..I.." He was at a lost for words with her blantant anger that he started to stumble over his tounge.

"Well spit it out! I'm tired and I dont wanna play hooked on phonics with Wesley, I wanna go back to bed!"

"I'm sorry Cordelia but umm..Angel wanted me to ask you come into the office he needs both our help on the case we've been working on."

She stood and looked at him agast. She had just gotten to bed a few hours ago and now they expected her back in the office she started to shake her head then she realized that it might be better then sitting around her apartment because she wouldnt be able to get back to sleep and lately the last thing she ever wanted was to be alone with her thoughts.

"Alright. Fine. I'll come in but you guys are gonna pay heavily for this, and make sure there's coffee on my desk and that thick oil stuff Angel makes." She srunched up her nose making a disgusted face as she slammed the door in Wesleys face. She knew that they knew when she was unhappy their lives were far worse she always made sure of that. At least she warned Wesley so he could go back and tell Angel she could picture them now running around trying to make a decent pot of coffee so she didnt throw a fit about that. That small thought put a smile on face. Cordelia rested a hand on the back of her neck as she walked to her shower, she felt the tiny lil hairs stand up on it.

"Dennis?" She called then she saw the bathroom light go on. It wasnt Dennis watching her but she knew it was something plus when Dennis was around those hairs stayed down. She quickly walked to the bathroom to get a shower and get to the office.

About an hour later she arrived full with her bitch face on. Hey Angel had his vampire face. So she had a bitch face. She walked into the office they both looked up to her Wesley having a hard time with the computer and Angel with his nose stuck in a book, she glanced at her desk there was no coffee on there. Not even a mug.

"What's this? I said I wanted a cup of coffee on my desk! Where is it?" She placed her hands on her hips.

Angel didnt even move he just let his eyes drift down to the book, it was Wesley who stood up.

"I'll get it for you Cordelia." And so he did bringing it to her desk. She got on her computer obviously more apt using then Wesley was.

"Angel when ever are you gonna get me a new moniter huh? This one is soo dirty I cant even clean it it's got weird stains on it. I want a new moniter. A bigger one. That way I dont have to do more work then I have to." She said to him but he was obviously not listening to her she was about to go on but something stopped her, a familar smell just came into the room like a breeze, she knew that fragrance she always would. She quickly got up walking to Angel she sniffed his neck. He brought his eyes up to her and eyed her strangly.


"Cordy what the are you doing?" Angel had asked her. She gave no reply only walking over to Wesley and doing the same but it was niether one of them. She stood in the middle of the room casting her glance about the both of them.

"This isnt funny guys. This is cruel that's what it is! I sit around here while my social goes to hell and you two pull a prank like this! It's morbid!"

Angel and Wesley looked to each other confused. They both had no idea what she was talking about till Angel started to sniff the air, and he knew what she was talking about. He got up trying to follow the scent but it was all around.

"Cordelia, Wesley and I didnt do anything. But I smell it too." He said to her. Wesley looked like a confused child as they talked. Cordelia looked at Angel with a glint of hope in her eyes.

"You dont think that maybe..?"

"No. I dont think so." He said solomly.

"But Angel it smells just like him! Whiskey and cheap colonge! That's Doyle trust me I would know he would stand closer to me then you."