Angel had opted to patrol without any back up-not that he needed any-that night. He told his friends and Connor to go home and get some sleep. As he walked on the top of one of the high rises, looking down, he thought about Buffy.
Angel couldn't get those silver eyes out of his head, the taste of her still lingered in his mouth. Angel had debated all day whether or not to tell the others in Sunnydale about Buffy, but decided to wait until he knew more.
He had tried to get Buffy's number out of Connor, but his son refused, saying Buffy gave the number to him, not Angel. As he jumped from one high rise to another, Angel wondered where Buffy might be.
Suddenly, Angel felt a hand on his shoulder, and before he knew it Angel was lying on the cement, looking up. A figure bent down and crouched by Angel, grinning.
"Hey lover. Looking for me?"
"Buffy..." Angel looked up at the small figure. Still grinning, Buffy held out her hand pulled Angel up to his feet. "What are you doing here?"
"Hunting." Buffy said this like it was the most normal thing to be doing at 10 at night
"You mean patrolling."
"No. I mean hunting." Buffy started to walk away, Angel followed her.
"What?"
"H-u-n-t-i-n-g. Hunting. I go out every night and some days to track my prey."
"You sound like an animal." Angel laughed. But he stopped when Buffy said nothing. "Buffy! Buffy? What's going on with you?"
Buffy sighed, stopped walking and turned to face Angel. "You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"Fine. Come on." Buffy turned and took a ran. Angel followed but stopped as she disappeared over the edge of the building.
* * * *
Ten minutes later, Angel puffed up beside Buffy who had stopped in front of a large metal door in an alley. Buffy looked at Angel before she pressed a brick on the left side of the wall. Angel was astounded to watch as the brick fell open and reveled a electronic thumbprint pad. Buffy pushed her thumb into the pad and when it turned green, she closed the brick casing and the door opened. As he followed her inside, all of Angel's ideas of what Buffy had been doing went out the window.
"This." Buffy closed the door and switched on the light. "Is where I work."
Angel's mouth dropped open as he saw. He had entered into a high tech, black room. Complete with desks holding computers, plasma TVs, and everything else electronic, the room radiated HIGH tech.
"What is this place?" Angel's mouth was still open as Buffy removed her coat to reveled bare shoulders, and ventured farther into the room.
"My headquarters." Buffy turned to look at Angel, but wasn't surprised to see the shocked look on his face.
"Who are you? What are you?"
"Sit down." Angel, unconsciously moved to one of the roller chairs.
"Buffy..."
"Last May when I left Sunnydale, I went to Prague. I was going to try and find Spike. After two weeks of searching, I was approached by the CIA."
"Like the government." Angel stared at Buffy, who was leaning across from him, against a table laden with laptops.
"More like a division of the CIA that deals with demon and human terrorists. A league, which only the president knows about. Anyway, they proposed a deal to me. They offered me a job as an agent."
"Agent?"
"I work in espionage, Angel. My superior gives me orders. I work with a partner and a case officer, who's sort of like my handler as well as my techie. For the past 10 weeks, I've been on a total of 93 missions, all successful and my death rate is up to 45 tonight."
"Death rate?"
"20 demons and 25...humans."
"What? Buffy, you've..."
"Killed to save my life, the lives of my team and of the people of world."
"Buffy?" Both Angel and Buffy turned their heads as two men entered the large room and stopped as they saw the two. "What's going on?" Asked the first one, a muscly, tanned, brown-haired, handsome male. The other an average built male with dirty-blonde hair and a cute smile.
"Hey Jack, Myles. This is Angel." Buffy stood up straight.
"Hey man." Jack held out his hand to Angel who took it. He next shook hands with Myles.
"Where's Ig?" Buffy looked worried, but Myles just laughed and moved to the largest TV, and turned it on to CNN.
"He got side-tracked at a tech store, said he'll be back in an hour." Jack walked over to a large black cupboard and opened it to revel an army of weapons and devices.
"So, Angel. What sort of business are you in, I mean besides Evil."
"Jack!" Buffy sort of laughed and scolded at the same time. Just before Angel could respond, his cell phone rang.
Looking at the display pad, Angel then looked at Buffy. "It's Cord, I gotta..."
"Ok." Buffy smiled. "Angel!" Who had already reached the door, turned to look into her eyes. Jack was watching them, and for the first time, Angel realized Jack's eyes were silver, just like Buffy's.
"Yeah?"
"Try not to tell anyone about me."
"Sure." And with that, Angel turned and left.
As the door closed, Buffy and the two guys burst out laughing.
"Omigod, did you see his face when we walked in?" Myles nearly fell over.
"What did you tell him?" Jack calmed down and sat down in a chair in front of Buffy.
"That I'm a CIA agent and that I've killed humans."
"And he found that offensive?"
"I told you guys about my past..."
"Yeah, you know, all of your friends sound like gushy-mushy puppy lovers."
"They're not my friends...at least not anymore." Buffy's mood seemed to sink low.
Jack walked over to her and gave her a big hug. "Hey, Miss Universe, don't worry."
"I thought I told you not to call me that." Her mouth being pushed against Jack's shoulder muffled buffy voice. Both Jack and Myles laughed at Buffy, Jack gave her an extra nuigy before he let her go.