Disclaimer: I don't own Angel, it's that simple.

A/N: I have editing the chapters and I think I worked out the weird paragraph thing (a few indents got mess up between Microsoft Word, my floppy disk, and downloading on the Document Manager) and fixed all the typos I've found. However, I can't figure out why when I type three dots to represent a pause (what do you call those?) it only comes out on FanFicition as one, like a period. It's really annoying and if anyone can tell how to fix it I will put up the edited chapters. Shadid, I sorry if you got confused in Internal but they are going to Wolfram & Hart (the still evil London branch) for help, however a BtVS character might make an appearance now that you mentioned it.

I pondered about what Fred said she saw before the crash, as I followed the others to Wolfram & Hart. She witnessed my soul leaving my body. That explained why I felt so cold, but why was mine sent out so fast and hers was slowly pushed out?

My thoughts were interupped when they arrived at Wolfram & Hart. Spike was right about how there were people working late. There were many still preparing for tomorrow's meetings and that evening's banquet. I also knew of at least one person that would be awake into the hours of the night, Belle Tanner, the head of research at this branch. She led the meeting I had participated in just some hours earlier. From what I observed, she had to be half, or at least part, Jespina demon. She had long violet hair, pulled back, and in her celery green irises there were large silver dots. She also had a metallic hint to her skin, it matched her personality. Jespina demons only need to sleep very little amount of time, however she was also human, so I supposed 2 hours would be considered a good rest.

It took the group a little bit before they were directed to her office. Spike and Gunn waited outside while Angel went in. The door didn't even creak but she knew someone had entered.

"What is the meaning of this late visit Mr. Angel?" she asked, not looking up from her paperwork. I believed that she probably picked up a vampiric scent when Angel or Spike was about 100 yards away.

"We have a problem."

"Why should I care,"

"You don't have to care, just help."

"Could you be vaguer?" she stood up to file away some papers.

"A friend of mine died, you know him, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce."

"That's a pity, he seemed to be the only somewhat intelligent one out of the LA branch."

"And the head of LA's science department, Winifred Burkle, was possessed by something afterwards, and I want to know what it was."

"Why should I help you?"

"Because I say so."

"Is that a threat, Mr. Angel? Because if so I must inform you that I could take you down in a blink of an eye," she said as if she had told him what the weather was outside.

"I doubt that."

"Really?" she turned and briskly threw a pen towards Angel's heart but he caught it.

"Yeah,"

His quick reaction seemed to gain some respect from her, "Do you know what demon it was?"

"It wasn't a demon, at least I don't think any demon appears in the form of a black fog."

"Do please tell."

As Angel explained exactly what happened, I walked through the wall to see what Gunn and Spike were up to, evidentially a fight.

"It's not my bloody fault! You should watch where you're going!" Spike yelled at an infuriated auburn-haried, young woman. She picked up the last remaining papers on the floor next to a broken cup. She tried to straighten out her silk blouse, which had holes with brunt edges and beneath the skin was bleeding.

"Yeah, maybe that would have worked if you hadn't suddenly jumped in front of me, you son of a bitch," she shouted in a Scottish accent.

Gunn had been trying his best to calm the two but that last comment was the final straw.

"That's it," Spike bellowed as he lunged at the girl, breaking through the wooden door.

The two began to trade punches and kicks. She brought her leg around his knees, making him lose his balance. In retaliation he pushed her into a small desk on the left wall. She reached up by the now broken computer and grabbed a disc. She had a firm grip on Spike's neck and she was about to decapitate him with the disc when she stopped at the command of a voice.

"Josephine," Ms. Tanner said in a not raised but stern voice. It reminded me oddly of a voice I heard during my youth.

The young woman removed herself from Spike, and stood up, "Yes, Ma'am?"

"What is the meaning of this?"

"I was bring your cup of Salere potion and that report you wanted when I was knocked down-"

"So you started a bar room brawl?"

"I'm sorry for obviously disturbing a meeting," the woman looked at Angel and then down at the floor.

"Go and get some sleep in one of the office's, maybe then you won't be so agitated."

"Thank you Ma'am," she walked out calmly.

Spike got back on his feet and wiped away the blood from his mouth. She had come too close for comfort. He and Angel began to argue but Gunn stopped them.

"I don't want to referee another fight, so the both of you just shut it. Besides we have more important things," he said looking at Ms. Tanner, but she now was off the topic Angel and she had been discussing.

"You're William the Bloody, " she said.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I thought you couldn't leave LA in your state,"

"Well, I'm corporeal again,"

"That is very interesting," her lips began to curl into a wicked smile.

"How did you know about him?" Angel asked.

"We have our sources,"

From look on Angel's face I could tell he didn't what to deal with this now. However, as soon as he got back to LA that I knew he would try to find these 'sources'.

"You were saying before that you didn't think it was a possession. Why?"

"Because you said that Ms. Burkle felt like she was being forced out of her body. In possessions victims are buried deep within themselves while the demon is on the surface, controlling their body."

"So what was it?" Gunn asked but before she had a chance to reply, sirens when off.

"Security breech," she explained as she took a sword off the wall behind her desk and toss it to Angel, then an ax to Spike, and another blade to Gunn.

"What makes you so sure that we'll help you?" Angel inquired, looking at the weapon in his hands.

"Couldn't I have ask you the same?" she walked past him.

"What are you taking?" Gunn asked.

Her back facing them, she rose her silvery hand, and her black, talon-like nails extended out for an inch.

"These."