Their attempts at finding information were severely hindered by the actual Lack of information to start with.  Hours had passed; Giles and the Scoobies were in full research mode, as were the LA gang.  Cordy was watching over the girl, Gunn paced…prowled rather, through the lobby and Wesley and Angel were scouring their limited library for any mention of the Icon. 

The members of Angel Investigations did not expect their guest to come to so quickly, shooting upright with a scream that made everyone in the room jump.  Wesley dropped his cup of tea, Gunn whirled and reached for a weapon…. any weapon.  Unfortunately, he just wasn't frightening holding that water bill up like a knife.  Angel grabbed Cordelia away from the formerly sleeping figure and shoved her behind his body.  Cordy shot her employer a look full of venom as she stalked around him, kneeling again beside the young woman

"WHERE IS SHE?  WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER"?  Cat attempted to sit up, but a blinding pain shot from the back of her head, seizing her spine.  A hand touched her arm, restraining her, but gently. 

"Done what with who?"  The woman asked, her confusion apparent on her face.

  Cat spat out, shaking the hand off of her arm as she saw that her attackers were in the room. She sat up anyway, not wanting to be in such a vulnerable position, and began looking about for an exit. "These yahoos were in our apartment, and jumped me.  Now I want to know who you are and what you have done with my sister! 

"Well, Let's start at the beginning…shall we?"  One of the three said, removing his glasses and rubbing his nose.  He replaced them and continued.

"I am Wesley Wyndham-Price." He gestured to his companions in turn, the bald black man and the tall dark fellow.  "These are my co-workers.  Gunn and Angel.  The woman beside you is Cordelia Chase. You are in the headquarters of Angel Investigations.  We were.  Erm. Called to your place and found the door torn off the hinges, the place in disarray.  Gunn and I were ahem...investigating, when you arrived home." 

The room was silent for a few heartbeats; well, at least for those whom HAD heartbeats…Angel merely waited patiently for the expected acerbic comment. 

"Ahh…thank you Henry Higgins…that was clear as mud."  Cat snapped when it was apparent he was not going to be more forthcoming with the explanations.  "And why did tall dark and gloomy here chase me when I came home?  And why you grab me?" 

The man called Gunn jumped in.  "You were the one who pulled the blade out girly.  We were just saving our hides."

"Save your hides huh?" Cat looked at the trio, noticing the wounds two of them carried and the way Gunn was standing.  "It seems I got a fair amount of your hides as is were."  She smiled triumphantly.  "You were the intruders.  And I don't buy this 'we are just innocent do-gooders' act you are serving me.  Fess up. Tell me why a stuffy English guy, a street thug and a vampire were lurking outside and inside my apartment." 

Cordelia got her attention by handing her a cool washcloth.  "Here…put this on your head.  It'll help a little.  I'm sure your head feels like half-time at the super bowl right about now." 

Cat was reluctant to argue with the woman, her head hurt fiercely, and she was beginning to shake with fatigue.  But she still looked directly into the now-uncomfortable eyes of the men and raised an eyebrow. 

"Well?"  //As if everything isn't already bad…I gotta deal with the three stooges.//

"Ah…ahem" Wesley coughed nervously and cast his eyes about the room.

 //Oh yeah…REAL convincing Brit.//

"What makes you think someone is a vampire?"  He asked, trying to look nonchalant and failing miserably. 

This time, both women rolled their eyes. 

"REALLY!" Cat pointed to Angel.  "Number one, his eyes glowed gold while he was skulking around my doorway.  Number two, he moved faster than any human could hope to." She smirked //But he still couldn't catch me…guess all that practice pays off//  "Number three, Oh COME on!  He BOUNCED off of my threshold for pity's sake!  And to I really have to mention the fact that He Dosen't Breathe. 

Cordy looked at their 'captive' with new respect…before throwing her head back and howling with laughter at the appalled looks adorning the men's faces.  Wesley and Gunn were completely abashed, and Angel's jaw had dropped and he looked exactly as if someone had heartily applied a board to the back of his head.  And they were none to pleased that she was so amused.  //Well, serves them right…//

"Okay gentlemen, …I think this is your cue to hit the road.  Go…. do guy things.  Stake something, drink beer, and talk about sports.  Anything…but GO!"  She shooed the complaining trio out the door and locked it behind her,.

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Author's Notes:  Okay….so that is all I have written as yet.  The next thing on the list, ::evil grin:: you will just have to wait to find out.  But we are heading to Sunnydale soon, the entire gang, because I LOVE throwing that many people who can't stand each other into a room, to see what happens.