See part one for disclaimer
As the plane taxied towards the terminal Willow stared out the window, New York was huge, just like its airport. She assumed that Mark or Sara would be at the airport to greet her so she wasn't all that worried. She had placed tiny harmless anti-theft spells on her bags, so no one would try to take anything of hers. After Sunnydale even the big apple didn't seem to dangerous. Here most of them could only murder you. She sighed and stretched. After leaving Sunnydale at 8:00 she'd been sitting down for most of the day, her back hurt and her legs were cramped. First class was roomy, but she wanted to move. The plane drew smoothly to a halt and she stood up, happy to stretch out her legs. She gathered her bags and moved tot he door of the plane where she was stopped by a flight attendant.
"Miss. Rosenburg? Your cousin has sent a driver to pick you up, just look for the sign with your name on it." The attendant said sweetly, before ushering her on her way.
As Willow wandered towards the luggage claim area she wondered if her cousin had changed much. At first she hadn't been allowed to watch him wrestle, and then she simply hadn't had the time. He'd been huge the last time she saw him, and she assumed that his sized hadn't changed, or he'd gotten more muscles. She got her luggage and looked around, the promised driver wasn't there, no one held a sign with her name on it. She sat on a chair with a sigh and prepared to wait.
"Where's my cousin Bichoff?" Undertaker growled at his the RAW general manager. "She was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago. You said you'd send some one to pick her up during my rehearsal with HHH."
"Calm down Taker, I'll send someone right away she'll be here in time for the show. Her names Rosenborg right? With a tree name? Pine or Willow or something?" Bishoff soothed, knowing he was failing utterly.
"Her name is Willow Rosenberg. And if she's not here within 20 minutes I'll hold your ass responsible." Taker seethed, leaning down into the small mans face. "That's your ass. On the line." He finished stomping away to his dressing room. In the hall he almost ran over a grinning HHH, pausing to step around the smirking idiot he growled, then continued on his way.
"His cousin eh?" HHH said to himself, "I think I can take care of this little problem for him." He headed for the car park, whistling jauntily.
Willow sighed and checked her watch she'd been sitting there for almost 25 minutes. Her cousins phone number had provided her with his home answering machine, but no clue as to where he was. She began to tap her feet, wishing that her disc man wasn't dead. She looked over to the doors just in time to see a hugely muscled man with a sign run in looking guilty. He looked around and held up the sign, it had her name on it. She smiled and stood, making her way slowly over to him.
"That's me." She said brightly, happy to be almost out of the airport. The man holding the sign smiled at her, looking her up and down slowly, making her blush.
"Aren't you a little bit of a thing. You don't look anything like your cousin." He said with a huge grin. "I'm Hunter. Mark and I work together." He lowered the sign.
"Willow, but you know that already." She said, then blushed some more.
"Did the sign give me away? Let me grab your bags, We've got to get to Madison Square Gardens in about 10 minutes." He said, grabbing her two big bags.
The ride was fast and fun, with Hunter cracking jokes and chattering away, and chewing gum. Willow stayed quiet, gazing out the window at the many people on the streets. At the Gardens he handed her bags of to a security monkey and lead her into the backstage area.
"Alright," He said with a grin, "You and Mark are right in here," he stepped aside and opened the door for her, as Willow stepped into the darkness she felt his hand on her back pushing her into the space. The door slammed shut behind her and the light clicked on to reveal a closet, empty but for the tiny camera mounted on one wall.
"Hunter?" Willow called nervously, dropping her carry on bag, "This isn't funny!" She turned and put her hand on the knob in time to hear the lock click.
"You just stay in here." She heard Hunter whisper through the door. "you're my insurance." Willow stared at the door, tired and frustrated. She began to shake and then swore. "And don't bother screaming, this part of the stadium is closed for repairs. No one knows your here but me." Hunters footsteps wandered away and she kicked the door in frustration. She collapsed against the back wall and swore. Her backpack jingled merrily and she dove for it whipping her cell phone out.
"Red?" Came the voice over the phone, "I hear you've left town."
"Spike?" She moaned. "I'm kind of trapped." The british vampire wasn't her first choice for help.
"In what?" Came the reply, "why don't you just magic yourself out?"
"A closet. I'm in the Madison square gardens. And I can't, I won't, it'll cost to much. Plus I'm being taped." She said softly, almost afraid that she would cry.
"Well pet, I don't know what I can do. Unless you'd like for me to call up some old acquaintances to get you out, but they'd probably do you more harm then good." Spike replied jauntily.
"Can't you tell me how to break out? You must have picked a lock at least once." She demanded, as her cell phone began to beep at her, the battery was low.
"No, not really, I was more for kicking the door in. Locks don't bother vampires much. Whats that beeping noise Red?" Spike asked, his voice softening slightly. Willow bit her lip, fear welling up at Spikes unexpected concern.
"The phones dying. I'm still trapped. Spike what do I do?" She asked.
"First off Red don't panic. Keep a calm head on your shoulders. Take a deep breath and sit down. You hold tight and we'll get you out of there." Spike said calmly.
"But what if you don't?" Willow asked, memories welling up in her head. She swallowed. "What will I do?"
"Its gonna be just fine Red. Remember your locked in. No one can get at you." Spike said accurately guessing her fears. "Now, you just sit tight. I'm right here, and I'll keep talking until my head explodes." Willow smiled softly, taking a deep breath.
"I can't believe this. Hunter seemed so nice," She said. "Why would he lock me in a closet."
"Red did you say Hunter?" Spike asked. "And you said your in Madison Square gardens?"
"Yeah. I'm supposed to meet my cousin, Mark." Willow replied. "Do you know Hunter?"
"Yes actually. He goes by the name Triple H. He's a wrestler, big son of a bitch. Who is your cousin any ways?" Spike asked, suddenly curious..
"Mark, they call him the undertaker or something." Willow said. "And yes I figured that Hunter was a wrestler, he admitted to working with Mark. Plus he's definitely huge."
"Red!" Spike yelped. "Taker is your cousin? The Undertaker? No wonder HHH locked you in a closet. HHH is a nasty bugger." He paused. "This off course changes everything. Your only in the closet in return for your cousins good behave.." He was cut off as the phone died with one last beep.
"Spike?" Willow asked, then she shut the phone off with a sigh. She looked around the small closet and tried the door again. The lock rattled, letting her know she was still firmly trapped.