AN: Ok so I lied. I thought that I would have this up last week but i just couldnt get this chapter out for some reason. There are only two more chapters left which are all planned out and i just have to get to it and write. So review review review if you want me to update faster!
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Angel and Faith stared at Cordelia in shock. Buffy wasn't dust? It was almost too much to take in. Before they could ask any questions, Giles, Willow, and Oz came out of the school dragging a bound and gagged Wesley between them. Giles gave Faith and Angel a sinister smile.
"I see you've heard the news. We're going to get her back." The other two could only nod, still too stunned by the recent knowledge to form any coherent thoughts.
"What are we going to do?" Cordelia asked while checking to make sure that a still unconscious Xander wasn't seriously injured.
"First we have to go tell Mrs. Summers and Spike." Willow said. "And then we're gonna go to England."
"England?" Faith asked.
"Yes. The Council is behind it all." Giles informed her.
"Those bastards! I knew something was up!" Faith yelled and shifted Xander so Cordelia was holding him and went over and punched Wesley in the nose. "You prick! You knew all this time!" She went to punch him again but Willow put a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry Faith. We're going to make them pay." The girls exchanged a gleeful look and Willow starting walking towards Giles' car.
"I don't think there's enough room for all of you…" Giles began.
"Well my car is right over there." Cordelia said and Faith moved over to help her carry Xander to the car. Angel grabbed Wesley by the scruff of the neck.
"I know just where you can sit." He told the watcher and picked him up and tossed Wesley into the trunk of Giles' car. "Perfect fit." Giles slammed the lid shut and shared and moved to go to the driver's seat, but Angel stopped him. "Giles, let me tell Spike about Buffy being alive." Giles looked at him skeptically.
"I don't know if that is the best idea…"
"No. We've had our troubles with each other over the past hundred years or so, but I need to do this. I need make things right after everything I've put him through. Especially after these few years." Giles merely nodded and they loaded into his rusty Citroen and followed Cordelia's car to the Summers' house.
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Spike sat on the couch next to Joyce with an old photo album spread out over his lap. He smiled sadly as he looked at a picture of Buffy with her hair in pigtails blowing out five candles on the top of her birthday cake. His hand traced over her childish features and he felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"She was still so young…" Joyce murmured as they poured over the album.
"Not be another one like her." Spike said quietly. They both sat in quiet reflection for a moment but a loud knock at the door interrupted them. "That'll be the sodden Scooby gang. I'll just be out back for a smoke Joyce."
"Are you sure Spike? I know that they would want to see you as well as me." Joyce said before walking towards the door.
"Yeah. I'm just gonna go and wallow like a git. Nothing anyone can do to help me." Spike got up and walked out the back door as Joyce opened the door to the gang with a half smile.
Spike lit up his cigarette and closed the door as he heard the Scoobies' excited voices. He frowned. What were they all happy about? He couldn't see anything that would make them sound like the world wasn't ending. Because his world had already ended. He blew the smoke out and froze as he felt a familiar presence nearby. Spike threw the cigarette to the ground and stalked over to where Angel standing.
"What the BLOODY HELL are you doing here you wanker?" His hands clenched into fists and Angel merely strolled towards the enraged blonde vampire.
"I wanted to be the one to tell you-"
"Tell me what you wanker? You poofy haired git? Tell me it's your fault that she's gone? That if you hadn't been a right wanker and challenged me we might not have had to lose her! You don't need to tell me! I know that already."
"Spike. I came to tell you that I am going to take back my challenge. I'll even bless your mating." Angel carried on as if the younger vampire had never spoken. Spike let out a bitter laugh.
"A little late for that. I can't mate with a pile of dust peaches. Is this just to pour salt in my wound? Wasn't that a bit more Angelus' style?" Angel flinched at that and then looked at Spike and gave him an evil smile.
"She's alive."
"Impossible." Spike scoffed taking out another cigarette. Angel rolled his eyes.
"She's undead. The Council took her."
"Council?"
"Council of Watchers."
"Council of wankers more like." Spike looked at Angel his demon face flickering forward. "Blood is going to flow." Angel returned his look with an evil grin.
"We have a plan." Spike smirks back at Angel and turns quickly back into the house. Time to get his girl back.
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Cordelia looked up from her seat on the couch when Spike stomped into the house with an evil look on his face. She looked over his shoulder just in time to see Angel bump against the barrier. She took in a sharp breath and the others followed her eyes to where Angel was leaning against the entrance.
"I'll just listen from here." He assured them. "It's ok." He added quietly when Faith looked as though she was about to protest. Cordelia looked at him strangely. She knew that it was her decision and their plans to get Buffy back would work a lot better if they were all working together as a team.
"Mrs. Summers, you can invite him in."
"No. Cordelia. Buffy was right when she told me before that we had to do what we could to make you feel safe. Don't do it for me."
"I'm not. I'm doing it for me."
"That's my girl!" Xander quipped and Cordelia smacked him across the chest as everyone else in the room glared at him. "What?" Xander asked as he reached for a cookie Joyce had just finished baking. Cordelia merely rolled her eyes at him but she had a slight smile on her face glad that Xander always knew how to make a tense moment less…tense.
"Come in Angel." Joyce said and the group only had one member that missing. But they knew they were going to get her back.
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Buffy groaned as she door to her cell bang open. She felt the ache in her body from the bruises that they had already inflicted on her during her "talks" with Travers. So far there really hadn't been that much damage. They tried to burn her with holy water and crosses but they didn't really have an affect on Buffy.
"Now Ms. Summers. Are you ready to answer my questions?" Buffy shuddered when she heard his voice.
"Never." She growled at him. He nodded to the man behind him- Murdock- Buffy thought and he left the room.
"Now, now, now. No need to take this all so personally. If you would just answer my questions then I would put you out of your misery." Buffy glared at him defiantly and Travers sighed. "Ms. Summers you know that no one is coming to save you. They think you're dead. So why not just give up."
Their chat was interrupted as Murdock came back in the room with the same cart of torture instruments. Only this time there was no holy water or crosses. Only knives. And stakes. Buffy tried to struggle but the chains held her firmly in place.
"What were your last thoughts before you changed over?" Travers began in an almost bored voice.
"I'll never tell you, you pompous prick." Buffy snapped before the torture began. She screamed in pain and as her screams tapered off another rang in her ears. All she could do was glare at him defiantly and hope that she would pass out soon.
From his place in the observation room Bradburry watched as Travers and his men tortured Buffy. He shuddered as they plunged a second knife in her wrist. This was wrong. It was too far. Finally she seemed too weak to move and they unchained her from the wall so they could get to her back. This was too far. He couldn't wait for Giles and the rest of the Sunnydale gang to figure it out. She might be dead before they got there. Bradburry grabbed the phone and dialed a well-known number.
"Hello?…Bradburry here sir…I know…we have to move soon…I'll be waiting." He hung up the phone and sighed. He glared at Travers' image on the screen and defiantly switched it off. He couldn't watch that any longer. Lately, he had begun to wonder if all the demons were kept out of pristine walls of the Watcher's Council.
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Spike made another lap of the hotel room in England as Angel sharpened an axe from his spot on one of the beds. Willow scrunched up her nose as she tried to make the code that she was seeing make sense.
"Dammit Spike! Will you stop pacing!" Angel yelled throwing the axe to the ground. Giles glared at them and put his hand over his ear as he tried to concentrate on his phone conversation.
"Sod off pillock!" Angel growled and stood up.
"Don't talk to me that way boy."
"Don't call me boy, wanker." They both growled at each other.
"Oh shut up both of you! You're both just being loud and obnoxious and it is not helping me hack into the Watcher's Council files!" Willow interrupted them. The turned to look at her and gave her sheepish looks. "Plus Giles is on the phone." Willow went back to her work and the other resumed their respective pacing and axe sharpening.
Back in Sunnydale Xander listened patiently as Giles explained for the fiftieth time that they needed information that Wesley had in order to help them rescue Buffy. Xander looked over at where they had Wesley tied to a chair in the Summers living room. It had been two days since they found out about Buffy's being alive and Wesley still hadn't told them anything useful.
"We need him to talk." He said to Cordelia.
"I really don't think that he knows anything." She replied and went upstairs to the bathroom.
"Giles, we still don't think that he knows anything."
"Is Faith back from patrol?"
"No." Xander replies and Wesley's voice from the living room intrudes on their conversation.
"If she is still alive then I am sure that Quentin is making her wish that she wasn't."
"SHUT UP!" Xander yelled at him and strode angrily into the living room.
"She's nothing but a filthy vampire now." Wesley continued.
"I thought I said shut your mouth." Xander growled and backhanded Wesley.
"Xander? What's going on?" Giles' voice called from the phone handset gripped loosely in Xander's hand.
"He'll most likely torture her far worse than Angelus ever could…"
"STOP TALKING!" Xander yelled and dropped the phone and began to attack Wesley with a vengeance. The noise brought Joyce rushing into the living room and picks up the phone from the floor.
"Rupert? I'm afraid that Xander is currently beating Wesley to a bloody pulp."
"Really?" Giles replied slightly upset that he was missing it.
"Yes. Just a few more hits and I'll break it up. But I wanted to let you know that we are going to have to gag him. He doesn't know anything. Remember, this Travers person told him they were going to…"
"Yes. I know Joyce. It's ok. I was just hoping…well never mind. We'll get her back."
"Hurry Rupert."
"I will." Joyce sighed as she hung up the phone and placed it on the table. She grimaced as she took in the fight still raging in her living room, smiling in satisfaction as she heard Wesley's nose break. Joyce sighed and moved cautiously towards Xander. Time to be an adult and spoil all the fun.
Giles sighed as he hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Willow asked him looking up from the computer screen.
"Wesley doesn't know anything and I'm going to have to call someone that I would rather not talk to."
"Why not?"
"It's complicated." Giles replied as he sat on the bed opposite from Angel and began to polish his glasses. Spike abruptly stopped his pacing.
"Sod complicated. Call the git so we can get Buffy back." Giles merely pinched his nose and tried to ignore Spike's pacing.
"Let's calm down and think about this rationally…" Willow began.
"Buffy's in trouble! Who knows what those bloody wankers are going to do! Are doing now? We need help! You call this git and I'll force him to help us." Giles began to polish his glasses again, unable to meet Spike's eyes as he slumped further into the chair.
"Spike. Give Giles a break. You know that we all want to get Buffy back…" Angel tried to reason.
"No! How can you even suggest that I relax! I-"
"Dammit Spike!"
"Now we don't need to be sitting here snapping at each other…"
"This is the crack team that stopped all my evil plans. I am deeply ashamed."
"Spike do shut up."
"Could we try to…"
"Not now Willow. Why don't you both just-"
"SHUT UP!" Willow finally yelled getting tired of them ignoring her. With a flip of her wrist Giles, Angel, and Spike all lost their voices. "Now, you can all keep acting like babies and wave your hands in the air but we need to stay together…Giles why don't you tell us what's wrong?" She turned to look at him expectantly and he rolled his eyes and pointed to his throat. "Uh right." Willow waved her hand again and the three men regained the power of speech.
"It was shortly after I returned to Oxford to re-take my place and train as a Watcher. I became fast friends with Maxwell Bradburry. He had had similar doubts as I and had rebelled against having his life planned out by some archaic family calling. My younger sister, Fiona had come to visit me a few times and developed a rather large crush on him. I told Bradburry to stop leading her on but he thought that it was all in good fun. One night she followed him out and was attacked by vampires. We thought that she had merely gone home without saying goodbye but several nights later we found we were wrong. She had been turned." Willow gasped and Angel and Spike looked rather uncomfortable. "Bradburry fled and in the end I was the one who staked her. I can never forgive him for that." The group was silent for a while as Giles' words sunk in.
"Don't let another girl that you love suffer because of that git." Spike said softly with compassion. Giles cleaned his glasses again and the room was locked in silence as he walked over to the hotel phone and dialed.
"Hello…This is Ripper, Bradburry…I need your help…Yes…Very good…Thank-you." He hung up and faced the others a slow smile spreading across his face. "I know where her cell is. We just need Willow to get into their alarm system." Willow nodded and went back to her laptop. Spike clapped a hand on Giles' back.
"Thanks mate." Giles looked around the room at everyone's tense and worried faces and thought back to the other half of their group in Sunnydale.
"I only wish I had done it sooner." Giles replied and for the first time since felt a bit of relief from the guilt and anguish that had plagued him from that day on.
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This is sort of a transition chapter so not a TON of stuff happens but the next one should be more action packed. REVIEW! please?
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Angel and Faith stared at Cordelia in shock. Buffy wasn't dust? It was almost too much to take in. Before they could ask any questions, Giles, Willow, and Oz came out of the school dragging a bound and gagged Wesley between them. Giles gave Faith and Angel a sinister smile.
"I see you've heard the news. We're going to get her back." The other two could only nod, still too stunned by the recent knowledge to form any coherent thoughts.
"What are we going to do?" Cordelia asked while checking to make sure that a still unconscious Xander wasn't seriously injured.
"First we have to go tell Mrs. Summers and Spike." Willow said. "And then we're gonna go to England."
"England?" Faith asked.
"Yes. The Council is behind it all." Giles informed her.
"Those bastards! I knew something was up!" Faith yelled and shifted Xander so Cordelia was holding him and went over and punched Wesley in the nose. "You prick! You knew all this time!" She went to punch him again but Willow put a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry Faith. We're going to make them pay." The girls exchanged a gleeful look and Willow starting walking towards Giles' car.
"I don't think there's enough room for all of you…" Giles began.
"Well my car is right over there." Cordelia said and Faith moved over to help her carry Xander to the car. Angel grabbed Wesley by the scruff of the neck.
"I know just where you can sit." He told the watcher and picked him up and tossed Wesley into the trunk of Giles' car. "Perfect fit." Giles slammed the lid shut and shared and moved to go to the driver's seat, but Angel stopped him. "Giles, let me tell Spike about Buffy being alive." Giles looked at him skeptically.
"I don't know if that is the best idea…"
"No. We've had our troubles with each other over the past hundred years or so, but I need to do this. I need make things right after everything I've put him through. Especially after these few years." Giles merely nodded and they loaded into his rusty Citroen and followed Cordelia's car to the Summers' house.
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Spike sat on the couch next to Joyce with an old photo album spread out over his lap. He smiled sadly as he looked at a picture of Buffy with her hair in pigtails blowing out five candles on the top of her birthday cake. His hand traced over her childish features and he felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"She was still so young…" Joyce murmured as they poured over the album.
"Not be another one like her." Spike said quietly. They both sat in quiet reflection for a moment but a loud knock at the door interrupted them. "That'll be the sodden Scooby gang. I'll just be out back for a smoke Joyce."
"Are you sure Spike? I know that they would want to see you as well as me." Joyce said before walking towards the door.
"Yeah. I'm just gonna go and wallow like a git. Nothing anyone can do to help me." Spike got up and walked out the back door as Joyce opened the door to the gang with a half smile.
Spike lit up his cigarette and closed the door as he heard the Scoobies' excited voices. He frowned. What were they all happy about? He couldn't see anything that would make them sound like the world wasn't ending. Because his world had already ended. He blew the smoke out and froze as he felt a familiar presence nearby. Spike threw the cigarette to the ground and stalked over to where Angel standing.
"What the BLOODY HELL are you doing here you wanker?" His hands clenched into fists and Angel merely strolled towards the enraged blonde vampire.
"I wanted to be the one to tell you-"
"Tell me what you wanker? You poofy haired git? Tell me it's your fault that she's gone? That if you hadn't been a right wanker and challenged me we might not have had to lose her! You don't need to tell me! I know that already."
"Spike. I came to tell you that I am going to take back my challenge. I'll even bless your mating." Angel carried on as if the younger vampire had never spoken. Spike let out a bitter laugh.
"A little late for that. I can't mate with a pile of dust peaches. Is this just to pour salt in my wound? Wasn't that a bit more Angelus' style?" Angel flinched at that and then looked at Spike and gave him an evil smile.
"She's alive."
"Impossible." Spike scoffed taking out another cigarette. Angel rolled his eyes.
"She's undead. The Council took her."
"Council?"
"Council of Watchers."
"Council of wankers more like." Spike looked at Angel his demon face flickering forward. "Blood is going to flow." Angel returned his look with an evil grin.
"We have a plan." Spike smirks back at Angel and turns quickly back into the house. Time to get his girl back.
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Cordelia looked up from her seat on the couch when Spike stomped into the house with an evil look on his face. She looked over his shoulder just in time to see Angel bump against the barrier. She took in a sharp breath and the others followed her eyes to where Angel was leaning against the entrance.
"I'll just listen from here." He assured them. "It's ok." He added quietly when Faith looked as though she was about to protest. Cordelia looked at him strangely. She knew that it was her decision and their plans to get Buffy back would work a lot better if they were all working together as a team.
"Mrs. Summers, you can invite him in."
"No. Cordelia. Buffy was right when she told me before that we had to do what we could to make you feel safe. Don't do it for me."
"I'm not. I'm doing it for me."
"That's my girl!" Xander quipped and Cordelia smacked him across the chest as everyone else in the room glared at him. "What?" Xander asked as he reached for a cookie Joyce had just finished baking. Cordelia merely rolled her eyes at him but she had a slight smile on her face glad that Xander always knew how to make a tense moment less…tense.
"Come in Angel." Joyce said and the group only had one member that missing. But they knew they were going to get her back.
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Buffy groaned as she door to her cell bang open. She felt the ache in her body from the bruises that they had already inflicted on her during her "talks" with Travers. So far there really hadn't been that much damage. They tried to burn her with holy water and crosses but they didn't really have an affect on Buffy.
"Now Ms. Summers. Are you ready to answer my questions?" Buffy shuddered when she heard his voice.
"Never." She growled at him. He nodded to the man behind him- Murdock- Buffy thought and he left the room.
"Now, now, now. No need to take this all so personally. If you would just answer my questions then I would put you out of your misery." Buffy glared at him defiantly and Travers sighed. "Ms. Summers you know that no one is coming to save you. They think you're dead. So why not just give up."
Their chat was interrupted as Murdock came back in the room with the same cart of torture instruments. Only this time there was no holy water or crosses. Only knives. And stakes. Buffy tried to struggle but the chains held her firmly in place.
"What were your last thoughts before you changed over?" Travers began in an almost bored voice.
"I'll never tell you, you pompous prick." Buffy snapped before the torture began. She screamed in pain and as her screams tapered off another rang in her ears. All she could do was glare at him defiantly and hope that she would pass out soon.
From his place in the observation room Bradburry watched as Travers and his men tortured Buffy. He shuddered as they plunged a second knife in her wrist. This was wrong. It was too far. Finally she seemed too weak to move and they unchained her from the wall so they could get to her back. This was too far. He couldn't wait for Giles and the rest of the Sunnydale gang to figure it out. She might be dead before they got there. Bradburry grabbed the phone and dialed a well-known number.
"Hello?…Bradburry here sir…I know…we have to move soon…I'll be waiting." He hung up the phone and sighed. He glared at Travers' image on the screen and defiantly switched it off. He couldn't watch that any longer. Lately, he had begun to wonder if all the demons were kept out of pristine walls of the Watcher's Council.
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Spike made another lap of the hotel room in England as Angel sharpened an axe from his spot on one of the beds. Willow scrunched up her nose as she tried to make the code that she was seeing make sense.
"Dammit Spike! Will you stop pacing!" Angel yelled throwing the axe to the ground. Giles glared at them and put his hand over his ear as he tried to concentrate on his phone conversation.
"Sod off pillock!" Angel growled and stood up.
"Don't talk to me that way boy."
"Don't call me boy, wanker." They both growled at each other.
"Oh shut up both of you! You're both just being loud and obnoxious and it is not helping me hack into the Watcher's Council files!" Willow interrupted them. The turned to look at her and gave her sheepish looks. "Plus Giles is on the phone." Willow went back to her work and the other resumed their respective pacing and axe sharpening.
Back in Sunnydale Xander listened patiently as Giles explained for the fiftieth time that they needed information that Wesley had in order to help them rescue Buffy. Xander looked over at where they had Wesley tied to a chair in the Summers living room. It had been two days since they found out about Buffy's being alive and Wesley still hadn't told them anything useful.
"We need him to talk." He said to Cordelia.
"I really don't think that he knows anything." She replied and went upstairs to the bathroom.
"Giles, we still don't think that he knows anything."
"Is Faith back from patrol?"
"No." Xander replies and Wesley's voice from the living room intrudes on their conversation.
"If she is still alive then I am sure that Quentin is making her wish that she wasn't."
"SHUT UP!" Xander yelled at him and strode angrily into the living room.
"She's nothing but a filthy vampire now." Wesley continued.
"I thought I said shut your mouth." Xander growled and backhanded Wesley.
"Xander? What's going on?" Giles' voice called from the phone handset gripped loosely in Xander's hand.
"He'll most likely torture her far worse than Angelus ever could…"
"STOP TALKING!" Xander yelled and dropped the phone and began to attack Wesley with a vengeance. The noise brought Joyce rushing into the living room and picks up the phone from the floor.
"Rupert? I'm afraid that Xander is currently beating Wesley to a bloody pulp."
"Really?" Giles replied slightly upset that he was missing it.
"Yes. Just a few more hits and I'll break it up. But I wanted to let you know that we are going to have to gag him. He doesn't know anything. Remember, this Travers person told him they were going to…"
"Yes. I know Joyce. It's ok. I was just hoping…well never mind. We'll get her back."
"Hurry Rupert."
"I will." Joyce sighed as she hung up the phone and placed it on the table. She grimaced as she took in the fight still raging in her living room, smiling in satisfaction as she heard Wesley's nose break. Joyce sighed and moved cautiously towards Xander. Time to be an adult and spoil all the fun.
Giles sighed as he hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Willow asked him looking up from the computer screen.
"Wesley doesn't know anything and I'm going to have to call someone that I would rather not talk to."
"Why not?"
"It's complicated." Giles replied as he sat on the bed opposite from Angel and began to polish his glasses. Spike abruptly stopped his pacing.
"Sod complicated. Call the git so we can get Buffy back." Giles merely pinched his nose and tried to ignore Spike's pacing.
"Let's calm down and think about this rationally…" Willow began.
"Buffy's in trouble! Who knows what those bloody wankers are going to do! Are doing now? We need help! You call this git and I'll force him to help us." Giles began to polish his glasses again, unable to meet Spike's eyes as he slumped further into the chair.
"Spike. Give Giles a break. You know that we all want to get Buffy back…" Angel tried to reason.
"No! How can you even suggest that I relax! I-"
"Dammit Spike!"
"Now we don't need to be sitting here snapping at each other…"
"This is the crack team that stopped all my evil plans. I am deeply ashamed."
"Spike do shut up."
"Could we try to…"
"Not now Willow. Why don't you both just-"
"SHUT UP!" Willow finally yelled getting tired of them ignoring her. With a flip of her wrist Giles, Angel, and Spike all lost their voices. "Now, you can all keep acting like babies and wave your hands in the air but we need to stay together…Giles why don't you tell us what's wrong?" She turned to look at him expectantly and he rolled his eyes and pointed to his throat. "Uh right." Willow waved her hand again and the three men regained the power of speech.
"It was shortly after I returned to Oxford to re-take my place and train as a Watcher. I became fast friends with Maxwell Bradburry. He had had similar doubts as I and had rebelled against having his life planned out by some archaic family calling. My younger sister, Fiona had come to visit me a few times and developed a rather large crush on him. I told Bradburry to stop leading her on but he thought that it was all in good fun. One night she followed him out and was attacked by vampires. We thought that she had merely gone home without saying goodbye but several nights later we found we were wrong. She had been turned." Willow gasped and Angel and Spike looked rather uncomfortable. "Bradburry fled and in the end I was the one who staked her. I can never forgive him for that." The group was silent for a while as Giles' words sunk in.
"Don't let another girl that you love suffer because of that git." Spike said softly with compassion. Giles cleaned his glasses again and the room was locked in silence as he walked over to the hotel phone and dialed.
"Hello…This is Ripper, Bradburry…I need your help…Yes…Very good…Thank-you." He hung up and faced the others a slow smile spreading across his face. "I know where her cell is. We just need Willow to get into their alarm system." Willow nodded and went back to her laptop. Spike clapped a hand on Giles' back.
"Thanks mate." Giles looked around the room at everyone's tense and worried faces and thought back to the other half of their group in Sunnydale.
"I only wish I had done it sooner." Giles replied and for the first time since felt a bit of relief from the guilt and anguish that had plagued him from that day on.
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This is sort of a transition chapter so not a TON of stuff happens but the next one should be more action packed. REVIEW! please?