After a grueling work out, and a shower, Faith made her way downstairs to
the main office of Angel Investigations. Cordelia was on the phone,
hopefully with a client. Faith was antsy for some real action, not just the
namby pamby vamps that were more than a little slow after feeding off
stoners. Faith went to fix a cup of coffee, no cream, 4 sugars, and sat
down on the couch as Cordy, the putative receptionist, hung up the phone.
"Hey Queen C, what's the what? We gotta new big bad to take out or were you just talking to the most recent Mr. Wrong?"
"Shut up Faith. For your information, David is not Mr. Wrong, he's not really Mr. Right either, but he is Mr. I-have-a-black-2002-corvette, and that's enough for me right now. Not that it's any of your business," Cordelia spat venomously at her former enemy.
"I stand corrected. But seriously, do we have a case? Faith asked backing off. She didn't really want an argument that might damage her wary friendship with Cordelia.
"We do. And if you'll go round up the boys, I'll tell you all about it," the seer responded, accepting the unspoken olive branch the slayer offered.
As Faith wandered off through the Hyperion, Cordelia regarded her backside quizzically. Faith had changed. Or rather been changed. The younger girl refused to talk about what had occurred in prison, even to Angel. She had divulged some aspects of her past to the 200+-year-old vamp, but he wouldn't say anything to Cordelia about it. Saying, "If she wants you to know, she'll tell you," effectively ending any discussion on the topic. But even the former high school cheerleader, could tell that this wasn't the same Faith that had given her a black eye, or even the same girl that had bragged about slaying naked.
The sounds of footsteps approaching from the hallway where Faith had disappeared brought Cordelia out of her reverie. Angel, Wesley, and Gunn entered the room and sat down on the leather couches in the reception area, followed by Faith, and surprisingly Detective Kate Lockley.
"Hey boys. Hey Katie."
Detective Lockley made a show of rolling her eyes at the use of the nickname. It didn't really bother her coming from Cordelia, but if any one else had tried it, they'dve gotten a bullet between the eyes.
Wesley queried," What is it Cordelia, Faith said something about some new evil."
"Well boys, I've just secured us some cash flow. Lord knows we need it, I mean there is a sale next week at..." Cordelia began.
"Get to the point Cordy," Angel commanded.
That brought her up short. "Ok as I was saying, we've been contacted by a guy-"
Once again, she was interrupted, this time, by the phone ringing. Angel got up and answered it, "Angel Investigations, we help the helpless." The vampire's brow furrowed as he listened to the voice on the other end. Minutes passed and the others began to look around at each other. Confusion mirrored on all of their faces. As Angel picked up the phone and turned to face the group, they were all shocked by the pain etched on his face.
"We're going to Sunnydale," he said simply.
"What about our job?" Cordelia asked.
"Cancel it, Postpone it, I don't care, but we've got to go to Sunnydale now," the vamp replied as he strode purposely out of the room to go pack.
"Great off to Sunnydale to do more pro bono work. Some of us have a living to make you know," She yelled at the retreating figure.
"Cordelia," a British accent interjected from behind her, "Please shut up." She looked at Wesley in shock. He had never taken that tone with her." Now I suggest that you go to your apartment and pick up some clothing and whatever else you will need for a visit to Sunnydale." He spun on his heel and walked out of the front door closely followed by Gunn.
Still somewhat shaken by the abruptness with which she had been treated by first Angel, then Wesley, the former May Queen made her way toward her desk to contact the spurned client. As she was doing so, Faith turned to Kate.
"Well, Lockley, sorry we didn't get to talk, but as you can see, something has come up. See ya after we get back from good ol' Sunnyhell," the southie slayer drawled with a shrug.
"Hell no. You aren't getting rid of me that easily. The department owes me some vacation time and since I'm between cases, I think I'll tag along and see some of this town that I've heard so much about."
"Suit yourself, but I'll warn ya in advance, it's not much to write home about, which is ok if you were me, not really having a home to write to ya know," Faith replied, with just a touch of wistfulness in her eyes.
Kate filed that away for a later date and said simply, "Be back soon ready and rarin' to go." With that she turned and left.
As the door shut behind the detective, Faith turned to Cordelia as she got off the phone. "Better hurry and get packed. I'm going to go check on the big guy and pack myself." She grinned, and continued depreciatively, "But that won't take me long, ya know, how hard can it be to pack for a biker sluts anonymous convention?" She winked at Cordelia, who even had the grace to blush as she heard her words being thrown back in her face. With that Faith headed upstairs to the third level of the hotel, resolving to pack and then search out the vampire that had been and still was her savior. Something was up, she could tell.
"Hey Queen C, what's the what? We gotta new big bad to take out or were you just talking to the most recent Mr. Wrong?"
"Shut up Faith. For your information, David is not Mr. Wrong, he's not really Mr. Right either, but he is Mr. I-have-a-black-2002-corvette, and that's enough for me right now. Not that it's any of your business," Cordelia spat venomously at her former enemy.
"I stand corrected. But seriously, do we have a case? Faith asked backing off. She didn't really want an argument that might damage her wary friendship with Cordelia.
"We do. And if you'll go round up the boys, I'll tell you all about it," the seer responded, accepting the unspoken olive branch the slayer offered.
As Faith wandered off through the Hyperion, Cordelia regarded her backside quizzically. Faith had changed. Or rather been changed. The younger girl refused to talk about what had occurred in prison, even to Angel. She had divulged some aspects of her past to the 200+-year-old vamp, but he wouldn't say anything to Cordelia about it. Saying, "If she wants you to know, she'll tell you," effectively ending any discussion on the topic. But even the former high school cheerleader, could tell that this wasn't the same Faith that had given her a black eye, or even the same girl that had bragged about slaying naked.
The sounds of footsteps approaching from the hallway where Faith had disappeared brought Cordelia out of her reverie. Angel, Wesley, and Gunn entered the room and sat down on the leather couches in the reception area, followed by Faith, and surprisingly Detective Kate Lockley.
"Hey boys. Hey Katie."
Detective Lockley made a show of rolling her eyes at the use of the nickname. It didn't really bother her coming from Cordelia, but if any one else had tried it, they'dve gotten a bullet between the eyes.
Wesley queried," What is it Cordelia, Faith said something about some new evil."
"Well boys, I've just secured us some cash flow. Lord knows we need it, I mean there is a sale next week at..." Cordelia began.
"Get to the point Cordy," Angel commanded.
That brought her up short. "Ok as I was saying, we've been contacted by a guy-"
Once again, she was interrupted, this time, by the phone ringing. Angel got up and answered it, "Angel Investigations, we help the helpless." The vampire's brow furrowed as he listened to the voice on the other end. Minutes passed and the others began to look around at each other. Confusion mirrored on all of their faces. As Angel picked up the phone and turned to face the group, they were all shocked by the pain etched on his face.
"We're going to Sunnydale," he said simply.
"What about our job?" Cordelia asked.
"Cancel it, Postpone it, I don't care, but we've got to go to Sunnydale now," the vamp replied as he strode purposely out of the room to go pack.
"Great off to Sunnydale to do more pro bono work. Some of us have a living to make you know," She yelled at the retreating figure.
"Cordelia," a British accent interjected from behind her, "Please shut up." She looked at Wesley in shock. He had never taken that tone with her." Now I suggest that you go to your apartment and pick up some clothing and whatever else you will need for a visit to Sunnydale." He spun on his heel and walked out of the front door closely followed by Gunn.
Still somewhat shaken by the abruptness with which she had been treated by first Angel, then Wesley, the former May Queen made her way toward her desk to contact the spurned client. As she was doing so, Faith turned to Kate.
"Well, Lockley, sorry we didn't get to talk, but as you can see, something has come up. See ya after we get back from good ol' Sunnyhell," the southie slayer drawled with a shrug.
"Hell no. You aren't getting rid of me that easily. The department owes me some vacation time and since I'm between cases, I think I'll tag along and see some of this town that I've heard so much about."
"Suit yourself, but I'll warn ya in advance, it's not much to write home about, which is ok if you were me, not really having a home to write to ya know," Faith replied, with just a touch of wistfulness in her eyes.
Kate filed that away for a later date and said simply, "Be back soon ready and rarin' to go." With that she turned and left.
As the door shut behind the detective, Faith turned to Cordelia as she got off the phone. "Better hurry and get packed. I'm going to go check on the big guy and pack myself." She grinned, and continued depreciatively, "But that won't take me long, ya know, how hard can it be to pack for a biker sluts anonymous convention?" She winked at Cordelia, who even had the grace to blush as she heard her words being thrown back in her face. With that Faith headed upstairs to the third level of the hotel, resolving to pack and then search out the vampire that had been and still was her savior. Something was up, she could tell.