A/N: I lied. The next chapter is the introduction to our big bad. This one is just the lead up. But yeah, the next chapter will reveal our big bad in the first scene! So stay tuned and enjoy!
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After a brief investigation, they learned the possible suspect for killing Warren Mears was a surfer, but before they headed out onto the beach the girls decided to head to Buffy's house to grab the surfboards they left there from earlier missions.
"Giles!" Buffy proclaimed as she ran towards her father and embraced him in a warm hug.
"How are you?" He questioned as he pulled back from her.
Buffy smiled at him. "I'm great." She led him to the nearby chair.
"Nice to know." He sat down. "So what has my girl been up to?"
"Nothing much really, everything just been kind of a drag." She said, her eyes glancing down at her feet.
Giles noticed this. "Something the matter?" He took her hands into his.
Buffy looked up at her father, "No." She simply replied.
For a few minutes the two only smiled at each other. Each being happy, knowing they were both safe.
"Mr. Giles?"
Buffy and Giles ended the stare, and looked towards Anya and Faith standing by the doorway, "It's great to finally meet you." Faith extended her hand towards Giles.
Giles got to his feet, dusting his tweed suit in the process, "Nice to meet you, uh?" He looked towards his daughter for help.
Buffy stepped next to her father. "Dad, this is Faith," She pointed towards Anya, "and that's Anya."
Anya smiled. "Hi."
Giles gave both girls a wry smile,"So I presume you three work together?"
Both Faith and Anya gave Buffy puzzled looks, "Faith, uh, works in the psychiatric ward."
Faith nodded in agreement. "And Anya over their works in the deontologist section."
"You're so young." Giles replied.
"I keep telling that to myself also." Faith muttered.
Buffy shot Faith a glare.
Faith immedietly grabbed Anya's arm. "Well Awn and I were just about to head to the hospital." She dragged Anya towards the front door.
"Yeah, I uh better get going too." She gave a quick peck on her father's lips, "Bye dad." With that Buffy rushed the two outside leaving a very confused Giles standing.
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Daytona Beach...
Faith swiftly surfed through the medium sized wave, her hands balancing out herself from falling.
On shore inside a "Hot Dog on a Stick" stand, both Anya and Buffy are dressed as workers. Both scooping out looking for the murder suspect, "wait a second." Buffy grabbed the binoculars off of the counter and looked through it.
A surfer waxed his board as Anya communicated to Wesley on a small little speaker planted inside his ear. "Wes there's a waxier a few feet ahead of you."
Wesley, wearing a surfer suit, swung his board to the side hitting a girl in the process, "Where?" He questioned rather loud.
A few people shot him a few glares before going back to their normal routines.
"Wes," Buffy looked through the binoculars, "He's 20 paces to your left."
Wesley nodded and cautiously made his way to the surfer. "Hey there!" Wesley planted his surfboard to the ground and soon patted the surfer on the back.
Having a weird look on his face the surfer backed a few inches away, unaware of what Wesley might be doing next.
"I see that you're using some wax there for your board." He pointed at the little ball of wax in the surfer's hand.
The Surfer nodded.
"Can I use it?" Wesley questioned.
"Uh, sure." The surfer handed Wesley the ball of wax.
Once it was in his hands, Wesley inspected it. He brought it to his mouth and licked it. "It's grape." He tossed the ball of wax back to the surfer and walked away.
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