"Is it done?" asked Lilah, looking up from an open file when she saw who her visitor was.  She'd been working late again; a new case from Special Projects they said demanded her special attention.

            "It's done," came the calm reply.

            "So where is he?"

            "Dead."

            "Well, that's kind of the point, isn't it?  Vampires are dead."

            "Dead, the eternal sleep, never waking up kind."

            "That wasn't the deal," said Lilah coldly, anger barely hidden.

            "No, it wasn't."  So calm, so damn self-assured.  If she hadn't needed him to do this….

            "Wolfram and Hart don't take lightly to those that renege on their word, Morpheus," she threatened.

            "You say that like it's my fault."

            "Isn't it?"

            "Of course," he said with a grin as he walked over to Lilah's desk and said down casually in the empty chair, and put his hands behind his head.  "But that's alright, you and your people can't touch me.  If I wanted to, I could disappear for the entire span of human history, and you'd never ever find me.  Or I could call in a few favors, and Wolfram and Hart would cease to exist, on this plane and any other."

            Lilah froze.  She knew he was right, and it had been a risk dealing with him.  Even now she wasn't sure she believed him about Wesley's death.  It just seemed too well planned.  And there was really no reason not to turn the man.  "Fine.  Have it your way.  For the record, Morpheus, I think you're lying."

            "It doesn't matter what you think, Lilah, you're dead once your bosses find out you've failed."

            "I didn't fail, Morpheus.  I had a lapse of judgment, and trusted a vampire to do me a favor.  You are the one who failed.  Of course, you are right, it won't matter to them.  I'll be out of here by morning…unless…."

            "Unless what, Lilah?  Out of curiosity, what are you scheming now?"

            "I want the body.  I have that right at least."

            "Burned."

            "What?"

            "I burned the house to cover any trace of my presence there."

            "Bullshit."

            Morpheus shrugged.  "Ok, you called me there.  But I'm not lying about Wesley.  He's as dead as a doornail, so the saying goes."

            "Then bring the corpse.  We have experts in necromancy on staff, and we may still be able to use him; at the very least we can extract his memories,"  she said, leaning closer to the vampire, setting her warm hand on his chest.  "Will you do that for me?"

            Morpheus ignored the hand over his un-beating heart, and suppressed at laugh at her attempted seduction.  He doubted it would work on anyone who knew Lilah well.  Not that she wouldn't follow through on it, but who would want a poisonous snake in their bed?  Far safer to ignore her.  But he had to do something about this problem.  He knew Lilah would want proof one way or the other, and he certainly didn't want the firm to have a weapon such as Wesley.  He wasn't afraid of Wolfram and Hart.  Despite their friends in high (and low) places, they were amateurs for the most part.  Only a few things in this world could really threaten him.  Despoilment of his plan was just an annoyance.  In this case, a rather large annoyance, but not a threat to him.

            Perhaps he could work it to his advantage.  Bring her the "body" and then sit back and watch.  And encourage if it was necessary…if it was necessary.

            "I'll bring the body tomorrow night.  To where?  I doubt you'll want a corpse in your personal office."

            "True.  We have a morgue in the first sub-basement.  Bring it there."

            Morpheus smiled.  "See you tomorrow night then, Lilah."

            "I'll be expecting you."

            Morpheus then made his exit.  Tomorrow night you're dead, Lilah.  One way or another.  Almost wish I could bring myself to care.