The phone rang at 5 am, and Buffy didn't even move. Methos smiled and kissed her head, then slipped on some clothes. Pulling back the curtain and seeing it was still dark he walked back over to Buffy and gently shook her.
"Buffy, I'm going down to get a paper and croissants. Try to be awake when I get back so we can see the sunrise."
He got an un ladylike grunt in response and shook his head with a grin.
Methos had picked up a paper and was headed for a tiny bakery that he knew when he was hit from behind. He had a fleeting moment to realize his sword was still upstairs with Buffy when his world went black.
Buffy jerked awake and sat up in her bed. Looking around she realized that Methos was gone and she knew something was seriously wrong. Jumping out of bed she went of the hotel phone, "Bonjour ici Miss Summers in the Grand Suite, did Mr. Pierson leave me a message? No? But there is a package? Yes, please bring it up immediately."
Buffy raced for the shower and changed, quickly pulling her hair back in a ponytail when there was a knock at the door. Grabbing some euros Buffy opened the door, accepted the package, handed over enough euros to the guy to make his eyes wide, and shut the door.
Her hands were trembling, this wasn't from Methos. She slit the edge with a thumbnail and tilted the envelope over the table. A map with bloody fingerprints, a picture, and Methos' cross fell out. Buffy held a trembling hand to her mouth before steeling herself to turn the photograph over.
It was as bad as she feared. They had pinned Methos to the floor with a sword in each shoulder. The pictures only showed from the shoulders up, but he had no shirt on and there was a lot of blood. He was deliberately not looking at the camera, and Buffy knew why. It was to show her that he would be ok.
"No Damn it!" she shrieked and threw the picture across the room. Shaking she pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number.
"McLeod." Came Mac's sleepy voice.
"Mac, it's Buffy. They have Adam. I need you to fly to LA and pickup Faith, tell her to pack enough to take out a couple of dens of vamps, and to bring everything. Then fly here to Paris, as soon as possible." She choked back a sob and a very awake Duncan asked, "Who took him Buffy?"
"Vamps. But I'll find him Mac, you have my word." Her voice was cold steel.
"We'll be there as soon as humanly possible Buffy. Remember what I said." He heard Buffy give a shaky sigh, "It's all I have to hold on to." She whispered and hung up.
Duncan cursed quietly and dialed his phone.
"Angel Inv…." Duncan interrupted, "Angel, this is McLeod. Adam was kidnapped by vamps in Paris and Buffy is going after them."
"Alone?" Angel said, his voice rising.
"She wants me to fly down there and get Faith along with enough anti vampire stuff to take out a couple of dens, then fly to Paris." Duncan said quietly.
"She's got her. Faith'll be ready when you get here." Angel spoke and quickly wrote something on his notepad.
"I'm flying in on a Lear jet and will be at the South Western hangar at about," Duncan looked at his watch, "2am. It's owned by M2 Corp."
"Understood." Angel said and scribbled the information down, "Good Luck McLeod." And hung up.
Faith was vibrating with nervous energy. She had two large trunks plus 2 suitcases waiting when the white Lear jet swooped out the early morning sky and pulled up to the hanger. She turned to wave at Angel who was standing by his car and looked up at the plane in time to see a tall, broad shouldered man, dark hair pulled into a ponytail standing at the top of the stairs. Angel shook his head and grinned, McLeod never stood a chance.
"Faith?" Duncan asked and she smiled wickedly, "In the flesh."
'In the flesh indeed', was Mac's very private thought. Despite the early hour Faith was dressed to kill. Tight leather pants and a crop top showed off a lean and sexy body. Her long hair was curly and had highlights, and she had a barbed wire tattoo on her left arm. She was the picture of badass slayer and Duncan knew that Buffy was right.
"I'm Duncan McLeod." He smiled at her, then shook his head as she eyed him like a side of beef.
"Do I pass?" he did a turn and Faith grinned, "Oh yeah." She purred.
Everything was loaded quickly and they took off for New York. Faith prowled the jet restlessly, opening drawers, smirking at the small staff, every so often glancing at Duncan who had yet to take his eyes off of her.
She flopped into the seat beside him and threw a leg over the arm into his lap.
"So, B calls you Mac. Is that what you want me to call you too?"
"Mac works." He said, his voice a little strained. Her leg, her very nearness was causing havoc to his system.
Faith smiled a very female smile. She had felt the telltale bulge in his lap and knew he was as attracted to her as she was to him.
"So, I noticed a bedroom on this thing, you wanna go work off some nervous energy?"
His eyes flew to hers, not sure if had misunderstood. She leaned over and brushed her hand softly over his lap and he jerked,
"Faith! We've only known each other a couple of hours!" Mac sputtered, in shock and more than a little aroused.
"Getting to 'know' me was the point. But hey, your loss." She got up and stretched, knowing he was watching and walked off to prowl some more.
Duncan tried to unobtrusively rearrange his jeans while he sighed. It was going to be a long night.
