"The place looks good," Angel said approvingly.

"Don't it though…oh and angel cakes, could we try not to get this one set on fire or blown up?" Lorne replied.

"You forgot driving my car into your bar," a smile reached Angel's face.

"And the whole, Gunn's pals on a mindless killing spree episode."

"Lorne I wonder, did you ever stop to think that Caritas just wasn't meant to be?"

"I don't think I just do, speaking of which how's Cordy? Any change?"

Angel's smile faded.

"Same," Angel replied weakly. A sympathetic look appeared on Lorne's face. Angel slowly started to back away towards the exit.

"Oh Angel, I almost forgot…yesterday, there was a girl in here…pretty, British, think she was human. She was looking for you."

"Why?" Angel seemed intrigued.

"She didn't say, I told her to come back tonight."

"If she does show, give me a call." Angel's curiosity was high, who was this girl and why was she looking for him?

"Will do. You working at the office tonight?" Lorne asked.

"I'm not needed, that's the problem when hundreds of lawyers work for you. I'm just gonna go home, get an early night," Angel's voice was laced with boredom.

"Things that bad huh?" Lorne gave Angel a look of understanding.

"You have no idea."

   Angel left the club and drove back to the hotel. He collapsed on the couch and switched on the TV. An old vampire movie was on. He turned to another channel that was showing re-runs of an old soap opera.

"What I'd do for a good old fashioned apocalypse right now," he mumbled to himself while looking up towards the ceiling.

"A slim demon? A nest of vamps? Come on… ok one little vampire then." He lowered his gaze from the ceiling and pouted for a moment. He then quickly looked back up again.

"Please?" He looked side to side as if he was waiting for something to happen. He pouted again.

"Fine be that way." He picked up the remote and turned the TV off. He pulled himself off of the couch, walked towards the refrigerator and pulled out a glass of pig's blood. He lifted the glass to his lips and sipped it slowly. When he had finished the glass he placed it in the sink and sluggishly walked up the stairs to bed. Although Angel hadn't had a night of 'energy sucking demon violence', he was out by the time his head hit the pillow. He began dreaming almost immediately.

    Angel rolled over to see Buffy lying besides him.

"Buffy what are you doing here? Did we…?" Buffy interrupted him by placing her index finger to his mouth.

"Shh. It's ok now, remember?" she said softly. A look of bemusement emerged on Angel's face.

"If you tell me what I'm supposed to remember it might help," he answered back.

"I sent her, she saved you." Buffy searched for a look of remembrance on Angel's face but she was disappointed.

"Who…what…when…huh? Aren't you having a thing with captain peroxide now?" Angel said going back to what was really on his mind.

"He died saving the world and everything. He'll probably come back though, you did." Buffy stopped for a moment and then continued;

"Stop changing the subject. I'm supposed to be giving you some kind of message or something…you made me forget, you stupid doughnut!"

"Hey!" Angel replied.

"I already got pissed at Lorne for calling me pastries, don't you start as well."

"Sorry I think I've been living in England for too long…they speak funny." Angel looked at Buffy. His look of annoyance subsided.

"I remember," he said with a small grin.

"You remember what I'm supposed to tell you?" Buffy asked hopefully.

"No I meant…" Angel paused and looked at the table behind Buffy.

"When did I get pink, fluffy handcuffs?" Angel asked. Buffy turned towards the table and looked at the handcuffs. She turned back to Angel and raised a slightly worried eyebrow.

"I dunno…it's your head, I'm just passing…oh!" Buffy looked excited.

"What?" Angel asked nervously.

"I remember what I'm supposed to tell you."

"Oh goody." Angel sounded pleased, mainly because the subject had been changed. Buffy cleared her throat as if she was about to make a very important announcement.

"Trust In justice…justice brings gifts." She looked pleased with herself for remembering.

"What the hell does that mean?" Once again Angel looked confused. Buffy shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know… what do I look like, Giles? Oh you might wanna get that."

"Get what?"

    Angel awoke to the sound of the telephone ringing.

"Oh, get that." Angel grew a look of realisation. He picked up the telephone on the cabinet besides the bed.

"Hello?"

"Hey pumpkin," it was Lorne.

"The girl that was looking for you, she's here."

"I'll be right over." Angel hung up the phone and pulled on some clothes. He rushed out to his car and drove to the club.

       Angel walked through the entrance and over to the table where Lorne was sitting speaking to a red, bumpy skinned demon.

"…You want my advice get over it, find someone else because she won't be coming back," Lorne advised the demon. He peered up at Angel.

"That was quick. See the girl by the bar getting hit on by a vampire? That's her." Lorne got up from his seat and together they both began to walk towards the girl. Suddenly the vampire that had been sitting besides her burst into a cloud of dust. Angel and Lorne looked down to see that the girl was holding a pencil directly where the vampire's heart would have been.

"Oh sweetie, he was a regular," Lorne said. The girl looked up at him.

"Well look at it this way, now you know that the anti-violence spell ain't working…" the girl said in a strong cockney accent.

"So really, I just did you a favour." The girl looked up at the tall, broody looking vampire standing to her right.

"You Angel?" she inquired. Angel looked at the girl. She had long dark hair with a streak of white in the front. Her eyes were unusually bright green, and she had small, appealing features.

"Slayer?" He asked as if he was already sure of the fact. She looked back at him and smiled.

"Yer…but all my friends call me Justice."