"Buffy?" Buffy turned around to see Connor standing behind her. Buffy was sitting on the brick wall that separated the beach from the boardwalk. It was a bright sunny day, it had been a week since Buffy had first appeared in Angel's office.
"Hey Connor, grab a bit of wall." Buffy motioned beside her, and Connor sat, smiling.
"I almost didn't recognize you." It was true, Buffy did look different. Instead of her shoulder length ebony hair, it only reached just above her shoulder. It was red and flared out at the edges. Buffy's eyes were now blue/green. She wore a light flower patterned sundress, with light pink strappy heels.
"Yeah, when out in public, I have to wear disguises."
"What do you mean?"
"My hair is a wig, and I'm wearing contacts. People don't respond well to black hair, silver eyed, tough girls."
"Well you look good either way."
"Thanks."
"So, what that?" Connor pointed to a large photo album in between them.
"Oh, it's my history." Buffy picked up the book and handed it to Connor.
"What do you mean?"
"It starts from the year I arrived in Sunnydale, and ends with some updated pictures of the past few months."
"Cool." Connor opened the book, and Buffy laughed as his eyes opened wide as well. "Is that..."
"Your dad? Yeah. He never liked to have his picture taken, but I managed to get a few."
Connor flipped a few pages and smiled down at a large picture of Angel with his arms wrapped around Buffy. Buffy's neck was craned around to look at Angel, smiling at him, and he was smiling at her. "Wow! I've never seen him smile like that. You too must have really been happy together." Buffy lightly smiled, but then rose up from her seat and picked up her bag.
"Hey Connor, I'm really sorry, but I have to go."
"What? Did I say something?"
"No, I just have to work."
"Oh, well here's your book..."
"Nah, you can keep it. I have no use for it anymore."
"Kay, uh...bye"
"Hey, do you want to come?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay, but there's one rule."
"What's that?"
"You can't tell your dad what you see." Connor marveled at Buffy's wild smile and how her eyes glittered with adventure.
"Done." Buffy's smile got wider and she grabbed Connor's arm and ran along the beach.
* * * *
Buffy had just completed her mission and had headed back to headquarters. Her thoughts wandered back to Connor's face when he had watched what she had done.
It was a simple mission really. She had to pose as a girl looking for fun at a Russian Mob House, and kill the director. She brought Connor along as her "Body Guard". Connor had hid when the Russian had entered the room, then stared as Buffy began to speak Russian and get closer to the mob boss. Just as he got into it, Buffy took out a gun and blasted the Russian's head. When Connor came out, he wore a expression of fear and amazement.
Buffy had explained that the Russian had been wanted in 7 countries for prostitution, involvement in the black market, drugs and numerous murders. Even with that, Connor still wore the look of fear when she dropped him off. Usually, things like that didn't bother her, but this time for some unknown reason, it did.
Suddenly Buffy heard her pocket timer go off in her bag.
"Oh, Shit!" Buffy searched her bag, until she brought out a small bag. When she opened it, Buffy once again swore. She was all out of silvering shots. The shots kept her conscious. It was a risk, the CIA took with certain agents. Sure the agents had more then enough strength by themselves, but the CIA gave the agents a special vitamin, but if not countered with the shot, the agent slipped into a coma. The shots also turned the agent's eyes silver, but that a was only a side effect. "I gotta get back to headquarters." Buffy started running, but could feel her body shutting down.