Willow fled the scene of her latest magikal screw up with great haste, cursing herself as she sidestepped the large crowds. The redhead didn't know how, or why she was suddenly invisible. She glanced around, looking vainly for a pay phone that she could use to call Giles. Unbeknownst to her she was followed by two ex-angels.

"Okay here's the plan."

"Since when do you make the plans?"

"Since yours got us both killed!"

Bartelby shrugged, "Okay fine, what's the plan?"

"We trap her."

"You do know she's not a stray cat, right?"

Loki glared at him. "In a fucking closet moron. Then we ask her if she can help us, or maybe help us find out how we got here." The blonde looked very proud of himself.

"Are you stoned?! What the hell should she help us? If she works for the powers she'll kill us for trying to end existence. If she's evil she'll kill us for getting in her way!"

Loki thought long and hard. "So, first we ask her whether she's good or evil, then we tell her why we can see through her spell!"

"All right then, you talk to her, I'll stay a safe distance away."

"Fuck you man!"

~

Willow didn't notice when Loki walked along side of her then slowed down, forcing her to move closer to the wall. She didn't notice it when Bartelby opened the closet door ahead of her. She sure as Hell noticed when Loki bumped into her hard enough to send her flying into the closet and the door was promptly slammed shut after her.

"You were supposed to go into the closet with her!"

"Maybe this isn't such a great plan." Loki conceded.

"Too late now, you gotta get in there and beg her not to kill you!" Bartelby tried to open the door to shove Loki in. But he couldn't. "Shit it's locked!"

"Locked? It wasn't locked one fucking minute ago! Did she lock it?" Loki glanced around; "maybe we should just run."

"And have an incredibly pissed off witch on our tail? Now I remember why I made the plans."

~

As soon as Willow was pushed into the small closet she immediately locked the door. Then she tried in vain to control the rage and subsequently the power that was building in her. Looking down at her hand she could see that she was once again visible. However she didn't need a mirror to tell that her eyes had changed.

"Well okay, She can't fucking stay in there forever. So we'll just wait for her to come out, then." Loki was saying when the door flew open and hitting Bartelby squarely in the face with as much force as Willow could muster.

"Oh fuck!" Bartelby fell to the floor clutching his bleeding nose.

"Nice," commented Loki with raised eyebrows. Then he looked at Bartelby's red-haired assailant. Her eyes were jet black. Raising both hands he backed away slowly. "Woah, before you do anything crazy, just know that. It was all his idea." He pointed an accusatory finger at the fallen Bartelby.

Willow looked at the floor concentrating on the breathing exercises that Giles and the coven had taught her. When she looked back up her eyes had returned to their normal shade of green. "Why did you shove me into a closet?" She asked in a neutral tone.

Bartelby stood shakily, "We needed to talk to you."

"Who are you?"

"We could ask you the same fucking question." After receiving glares from both Bartelby and Willow, Loki added, "But we won't"

"Just be quiet Loki. We noticed your disappearing act back there. And we wanted to ask your advice about a magikal problem we're having."

"So you pushed me into a closet to talk to me?"

Loki took a step closer to the glowering redhead. "That was all his fucking idea. He's a bit of a screw up."