Whoo hoo. I hope this chapter is enjoyable and not too choppy. If anyone has any suggestions for character development I'd love to hear suggestions. I'm having fun writing this and I hope you're having fun reading it.

Part 7: Meetings and Discussions

Angel was sitting in traffic on his way back to LA Memorial Hospital when his cell phone rang.

"Angel here."

"Hey Angel it's Gunn, Fred and I've called in a favor. You remember the case 'bout a year back, that Dingo thing?"

"Yeah sure, that was a weird one, what was the guy's name?"

"Daniel Oswald."

"Oh yeah Oz."

"Well he's Army and he's agreed to give us some information. I've got an address for you, can you take it down?"

"Yeah, give it to me."

**

Spike had been slowly coaxed to drink Tara's tea and to everyone's relief he fell into a restful sleep.

Spike dreamt. he was in the jungle. He was in combat gear with a gun in his hand, it was dark out. He was making his was through the dense vines and branches, trying to be as quiet as he could with twigs snapping under foot. He was uneasy, he had a feeling of regret, that something had gone wrong and that he was in danger. Then he came to a clearing. Looking out into the dark he saw something that shocked him and he quickly ducked back into the trees. His heart started pounding and a great mantel of fear hung over him, he asked God how he was supposed to get out of this nightmare.

**

Buffy and Rupert sat in Spike's room as he slept. There had been a struggle earlier to get him to drink Tara's tea, but he finale did and he was now sleeping peacefully. Buffy and Rupert spoke in hushed tones.

"Are you really thinking about moving to Sunnydale?" Buffy was a little shocked at the announcement her father in law had just made.

"Actually I've been thinking about it for awhile. I'd really like to be closer to you, Dawn, and William. Of course if you think that my presence would be hindering in some way..."

"Of course not, I'd love to have you closer to us. I think that sticking together is going to be really important for a while." Buffy knew that she was going to need all the help she could get from family, friends, or anyone offering to get her life back in order.

"I know Buffy. Things are trying right now. But everything will work out in the end my dear, just you wait and see. I think that I'm going to look for a flat in Sunnydale the next chance I get, maybe I'll start looking in the classifieds. I'm sure I'll be able to find a job."

"You are invited to stay with us. I mean Willow's living with Dawn and me right now so we haven't got an extra room, but there is a pull out sofa."

"Thank you. I know, and I'll probably wind up taking you up on that offer, temporarily." Rupert made a point of shifting his gaze from Buffy to the bed. Buffy's eyes followed too.

**

"Special Agent William Giles. First Lieutenant US Army. 210831. Special Agent William Giles. First Lieutenant US Army. 210831" Spike started muttering in his sleep.

"What's he saying?" Buffy leaned in to hear but couldn't make any sense on it.

"I think it's his name, rank, and serial number." Rupert watched his son in wonder. "It's just a dream." Spike soon quieted and Buffy and Rupert settled in for the night.

** "Five went only two came back." Angel and a soft spoken young red haired man sat in a bar nursing Guinnesses.

"So what happened?" Angel was ready to get to the straight facts; he was in no mood for dramatics.

"I can tell you that there were four other agents with your brother, Doyle, Graham, Finn, and Forrest. They were on a mission in Bolivia, to take out some government official. It was an assignation, in and out, very covert. But something went wrong, something compromised them. What ever or who ever it was got Doyle killed, your brother imprisoned and presumed dead, and Agent Graham seriously wounded, he died on the way back to the states. It was bad, only Finn and Forrest made it back and they don't talk about what went down. Personally I've always felt there was no real remorse on their parts for what happened over there, but that's my opinion. I don't have to tell you that all this information is classified right."

"Don't worry about it, no one will know. You've been a big help" Angel through some money down on their table as he stood up. "Have another round on me." Oz turned to thank him but Angel was already gone.

**

Spike woke with a start. Reality was blurred with dream as he tried to grasp the world around him. Hadn't he been in the jungle?

"Hello Spike." Two figures stepped out of the dark room's shadows. Spike cringed at the voice and the waking world came rushing back at him. He had been dreaming, remembering the horrible things that had taken place.

"We thought, we'd pay you a little visit, see how you're doing. How are you Spike?"

Spike narrowed his eyes at his guests "Just fine thanks for asking."

The two men walked closer "That's good, that's good because we heard you were kind of insane."

Spike was finding it increasingly hard to stay calm with these threatening figurers closing in on him. "Insane? Who me? Nope I wouldn't say insane."

"Well that's good Agent. Then you know who we are." Spike said nothing but his silence look spoke volumes.

"AAhhh, well we know who you are and what you've done and I think we should have a little talk."

To be continued...