"So what brings you to LA?" Angel questioned Justice.

"I heard about the little set up you've got going on over here, thought I'd offer a hand. That is, if you think you can use me?" Justice offered a hopeful smile.

"Could always use another hand…" Angel paused.

"How were you…did something happen to Faith?" Angel looked worried.

"No, she's 5 by 5. The scoobies are in England helping Giles run the new council…last one got blown up. They're tracking down new slayers after the spell Willow did."

"What spell?" Angel asked.

"It turned all potentials into slayers…so the whole 'chosen one' speech…kind of void now. I thought Buffy would have told you that."

"She didn't," Angel replied. Well it's really nice of Buffy to let me know she's alive, Angel thought to himself.

"Oh…anyway I better be getting back to my lovely motel room. Here's my mobile number if you need some muscle or something." Justice passed Angel a napkin with a phone number on it.

"I'll give you a lift," Angel insisted.

"I ain't gonna argue with that," Justice replied.

"Think you could honour us with a number before you go?" Lorne cut back into the conversation and pointed to the stage.

"What, me? I dunno," Justice blushed with embarrassment.

"Oh come on sweetie, bet you've got a brilliant voice," Lorne remarked persuasively.

"Yer, alright then," Justice took the bait.

"Just tell the guy by the stage what you want and he'll sort you out." Justice walked towards the guy Lorne had pointed out.

"You picking something up?" Angel asked pryingly.

"No, she's just got natural talent written all over her aura…and I could do with a voice that doesn't make me want to loose my lunch occasionally, no offence cinnamon buns."

"Oh…hey," Angel replied to the insult. Justice picked up the mike and began singing a Britney number.

"Wow!" Lorne almost shouted.

"Yer, she's pretty good," Angel said in agreement.

"No angel cakes wow as in; wow, this girl's got a big old pair of shoes to fill."

"Anything in particular I should know about?" Angel asked.

"Sorry Angel, it's not my place. I'll say this though; the powers are really trying to get back in your good books, this one's a keeper."

   "Not exactly five stars I know, but the TV works…and no roaches definitely a plus." Angel inspected the small, dark room.

"Nice…got a real suicidal vibe to it," he remarked sarcastically.

"Well…vampire slayer…not really well known as an occupation that screams Hollywood mansion with big pool," Justice responded. She looked towards the door, her face sprouted a serious look.

"You here that? Vampires, two of 'em in the corridor." Justice had lowered her voice to a whisper. Angel nodded. Justice's eyes grew wide.

"Angel run!" she screamed. A line of gun fire sent bullets flying through the room. Angel and Justice ran towards the window and crashed through the glass. They fell about fifteen feet before hitting the ground. Quickly they got back on their feet, rushed towards the parking lot and vaulted into Angel's car. Angel searched his pockets frantically.

"Angel come on!" Justice shouted nervously. Angel pulled the key out of his right jacket pocket and put it in the ignition. The wheels screeched as the car sped away.

"Who were they?" Angel asked.

"No clue, kind of got the impression they wanted me dead though," Justice remarked still catching her breath.

"So you're telling me two vampires just tore up your room matrix style and you have no idea who they are?"

"Pretty much," Justice answered.

"Oh…You took a bullet." Angel looked at justice's shoulder, it was bleeding.

"So did you," Justice said while looking at the blood on the front of Angel's shirt.

"I'm taking you back to my place, you'll have to stay there while we sort this out."

"No Angel I don't want to put you out," Justice answered.

"I've got over three hundred rooms to myself, you won't be putting me out…besides, we need to get that bullet out and my guess is you haven't got any insurance."

"Your place it is then."

     "Ouch," Justice winced.

"Sorry," Angel apologized. He pulled a bullet from the wound on Justice's shoulder with a pair of tweezers. Angel picked a piece of cloth out of the bowl of water on the table and wiped the blood away from the wound. He could smell the blood as it slowly dripped down Justice's back. There was something about it that reminded him of Buffy. Slayer's blood always had a kind of sickly sweet smell to it Angel remembered.

"Angel?" Angel snapped to attention.

"Sorry, zoned out there for a minute." Angel put the piece of cloth back into the bowl. He reached for a band aid and placed it on the wound.

"There you go, all patched up." Angel smiled.

"Thanks…ok your turn." Angel looked down at a whole in his shirt surrounded by blood. He looked back up at Justice awkwardly.

"Don't get all shy on me now," Justice remarked. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing a bullet wound just above Angel's still heart. She placed her index finger just below the bullet wound and looked up at Angel.

"Ouch, that's gotta hurt," Justice said.

"Not so much," Angel answered back. They held eye contact for the better part of a minute. Justice broke the silence by pushing the tweezers into Angel's wound.

"Oww!" Angel yelled.

"Ahh, ya big baby," Justice joked. Angel pouted. Justice laughed warmly.

"Don't pout at me mister," she said playfully. She pulled out a bullet and put it in the bowl of water. She wiped away the dried blood from Angel's chest but she didn't bother to put a band aid on it because it had already started to form a scab. Justice yawned.

"You look tired, I'll show you your room," Angel said. He took her upstairs to Lorne's old room, it was already made up.

"I'll get you a t-shirt to sleep in." Angel walked two doors away to his room and pulled a black t-shirt out of his chest of drawers. He walked back down the hall and passed the shirt to Justice who was sitting on the bed. He walked towards the door, Justice stopped him.

"Angel, thanks," She said appreciatively. Angel turned around and smiled at her.

"Night," He said.

"Night," Justice replied.