Buffy sat in her living room watching the news. "As the rampage continues in LA the rest of California all asks the same question is this going to spread."
Turning the t.v. off Buffy reached for the phone dialing a familiar number. It rang a couple of times before the machine picked up. Cordelia's voice came over the line, "Angel Investigations. We're not in right now so please leave your name, number, and situation and we'll get back with you as soon as possible."
"Who were you talking to?" asked Willow as she entered the room. She could sense Buffy's frustration.
"Angel," Buffy stated to the red head. "I'm starting to worry about him. Why hasn't he put this mess to a stop."
"I know what you mean."
"I'm going to go for a patrol. Hopefully I can work out some of my tension that way," stated Buffy suddenly as she went to grab her jacket.
"OK," stated Willow as she watched her friend go to the door. "I'll hold the fort down while your gone."
"Thanks Will," and with a small smile Buffy left.
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Buffy was walking through the cemetery. It was a slow night, she didn't even have a fight yet. She could sense someone behind her. Turning she saw someone she least expected. "Angel..."
"Guess again," came the icy steel voice. "It's nice seeing you again Buff."