"Few blokes said they heard of our shape shifter and that he'd been hanging around here." Spike said as he looked around. He and Giles were now sat in the corner of the last bar they could think of.

"So you think he'll show up?" Giles asked.

"He has no reason not to does he?" Spike replied as he motioned for two beers. A young woman approached them and brought them over a few moments later.

"My wife here will pay for it." Spike told the woman while laughing under his breath.

Giles gave her the money and she walked away as Spike opened his beverage and began to drink.

"I still don't know why I had to be the wife." Giles asked.

"Hey it was my plan to get disguises so I got first pick." the vampire retorted.

The two were dressed up. Spike, since it was his idea, was now dressed in a sweater that was about three times too big for him and brown pants with the ugliest looking shoes he had ever wore. Giles was stuck as the female of the duo. He wore a long blond wig and a dress that he had said only old women wore. At first glance, Spike couldn't stop laughing. It was the first time he actually laughed after learning Dawn was missing.

"So how will we know it's him anyway?" Giles questioned.

"Well that's one of the kinks in the plan......we don't." Spike shrugged.

"Oh that's bloody marvellous!" Giles began in his own voice which quickly turned into his bad impersonation of a lady's after people had started to stare.

They had been sitting there for at least an hour. Spike enjoyed it. He hadn't done anything like this for a while.

"I remember, just after I was turned," he began. "We would sit in the local pubs and seek out the best kill."

"What?" Giles said.

"The three of us, Angelus, Darla and me. We would sit in the most prestigious bar we could find and sit there until we found the best kill. Usually it was a young girl, hopefully a virgin." Spike licked his lips and smiled.

"Please Spike, this is not the time." Giles said.

"The blood would run from their necks like wine and it tasted even sweeter. Angelus would just kill and drink, but not me, I liked to have fun. I would tease them before the kill. Tell them I was going to help them and things like that." Spike kept on talking. "Then when they began to get a glimmer of hope in their eyes, I'd feed." he laughed.

"How the hell did Buffy develop feelings for you anyway?" Giles asked with a hint of sarcasm and bewilderment in his voice.

"Hey that's all in the past now mate. And me and the Slay-" Spike quickly shut up and Giles noticed his eyes were fixed on something. The former Watcher turned to see what he saw. There standing at the bar was a familiar figure. A tall pale, bleached blond man with a long leather coat on.

"Soddin' hell. It's me!" Spike cried. Luckily for him, no one paid attention to him.

Giles quickly got up and started to approach the demon but was stopped by Spike.

"Should we follow him or......." he asked as he cracked his knuckles.

"No. He could slip around a corner and change form. Too risky." Giles replied.

"Agreed."

"I'll lure him outside and you be waiting." he said.

Spike nodded and headed out the door. Giles prepared himself and walked up to Dawn's kidnapper who was still at the bar. He looked Giles over once and gave a look of disgust. The former Watcher paid no attention to him and ordered a drink. He quickly drank it down and reached into his purse for his money.

"Oh dear." Giles said in a female voice. He had purposely dropped his purse and all of his money came falling out. The shape shifter noticed this and smiled. "Easy pickings." he said to himself.

Giles paid for the drink and headed outside. Then, as he was hoping, "Spike" followed him out. "Hey grandma!" it shouted.

Giles turned and reached up to remove the wig. The shape shifter looked on in astonishment. "What the he-" was all he managed to say before Giles' companion tackled him. The real Spike was now back in his old threads. From the boots to the leather coat. He stood up and lit a cigarette as Giles joined him.

"Next time mate, don't look so obvious."

The demon, now in true form, jumped up and knocked over the cocky vampire but Giles was quick to react. He had expected this not to be easy and was prepared. In one quick motion, he stuck his knee out which caught the demon in the stomach and winded him. Then down came his two fists, which were clenched so hard that his knuckles had turned white. The demon went down with a sickening thud. Giles ripped the dress off and brushed himself off.

"There we go." he smiled.