Spike could not be dead; there was no way Angel could fathom the blond pest
not being around. He rolled over on the small cot and faced the wall. He
had to think... had to find a way out of here, a way to make sure Buffy was
safe. He wasn't up to full strength so there was no way he could just break
through the bars, but maybe if he could get the guy to come into the cell
with him... He let out a loud moan and became very still.
Lindsey watched from the monitor and wondered what was Angel doing? "Angel?" He asked loudly over the speaker.
There was no response, so he tried again, "Angel!", and still nothing. On the third attempt, he tried another tactic, "Angel, I said Buffy appeared to be unconscious or worse, don't you care?"
Angel wanted to turn around jump off the cot and scream how much he cared, instead he gritted his teeth and stayed perfectly still.
He watched the vampire carefully; the poison shouldn't be working this quickly. He paced around the room trying to decide the best way to make sure the vampire wasn't unconscious; it wasn't as if he could check his respirations or reflexes. The only way to truly find out was enter the cell. Lindsey was not a stupid man, and realized that there was a possibility that Angel was playing him. A small dart gun lie on the desk, he picked it up and stowed it in his jacket pocket so he would have easy access if needed. He took another close look at the monitor. Taking a seat at the desk, he made up his mind he'd give it another 30 minutes before he'd check on his prisoner.
*******
Wesley looked into the backseat of his car, where Buffy was lying very still. "Are you comfortable enough?" He asked as he began to drive.
"I'll be fine. I'll be even better after we find Angel and get the antidote to him," she sighed.
"How long do you think we have?" Gunn asked softly.
Wesley gave Gunn a grim look that Buffy couldn't see, "It worked very quickly last time." He raised his eyebrow at the other man, "I hope we get there in time."
"We will." Buffy announced determinedly.
The rest of the ride was quiet. "We're here." Wesley announced as he parked the car.
********
Spike made his way to Wolfram and Hart through the back alleyway trying to stay off the more populated street. He found himself behind the building and began to search for a way into the tunnels. He began by placing his hands along the wall and pressing. After traveling several feet, the wall finally gave as if it were an invisible door; and he stepped through and began his descent down a narrow staircase.
*******
Gunn opened the back passenger door and eased Buffy into his arms. Strangely, no one asked about the unconscious woman in Gunn's arms as they walked towards Wesley's office. "Funny no one's said anything."
Wesley unlocked his door, "I suppose it's not the strangest thing they've ever seen considering where we are; and it is quitting time. I'm sure that most people are anxious to leave here."
Gunn laid Buffy on the couch in the office. She cracked one eye open, but Wesley shook his head slightly and she closed it again. "Hello, Eve." Wesley called out as Eve entered the room.
"Who exactly do we have here?"
"It's the Slayer." Gunn answered, "An angry slayer."
"She just looks out of it to me." Eve stepped a bit closer to the couch, "Why is she angry?"
"We had to take care of Spike." Wesley offered, "She and Spike were... shall we say close?"
"You took out Spike?" Eve asked her eyes wide.
"Yes, it looks like the Senior partners might have been correct... we couldn't get an answer from him about his involvement with Angel's disappearance and Gunn got impatient. So, Spike is now waiting to be vacuumed off my rug. Buffy threw a slayer fit and we had to tranquilize her." Wesley explained in a matter of fact voice.
"The Slayer is going to be missed. What are you planning on doing with her?" Eve questioned suspiciously.
"Gonna take her down to the basement till we can get her on a plane back to London. Wesley called and told them know what's going on." Gunn explained as he picked up Buffy's limp body.
"How did they take the news about Spike? Don't they consider him a hero?" Eve's forehead creased.
"Mr. Giles tolerated Spike, hero or not, he accepted our word that we did what we had to do." Wesley followed Gunn out of the office, "Don't worry we have it under control."
"If you say so." Eve started towards the entrance to the building already dialing her cell phone.
******
Spike listened carefully as he walked down the dark tunnel, watching for Angel and the basement entrance.
"That was close." Gunn told Wesley when they were safe in the basement.
"Yes, it was. We'll have to be very careful from now on, I don't trust Eve as far as Fred could throw her." As Gunn sat Buffy down, Wesley found the corner of the basement that Spike had mentioned. "Start feeling around on the wall here."
The three placed their palms on the wall, and began concentrating on finding the opening.
"Here it is!" Buffy called out as she stepped through looked like a solid wall; the others followed her.
"Should we wait for Spike?" Gunn asked as they climbed down the staircase.
"I'm sure we'll meet up with him in the tunnels." Wesley told him as they made their way down the corridor.
******
Lindsey tapped his fingers on the desk impatiently. He had waited 29 minutes and Angel still had not moved or answered him. He patted the dart gun in his coat pocket and walked into the narrow hall that led to the cell.
Digging a large key ring from his pocket, he opened the cell door cautiously. There was still no movement from Angel.
Angel could hear Lindsey walking towards the cot. He bided his time waiting for him to get close enough. Lindsey pulled the gun out of his pocket as he took another step towards the vampire.
When he was close enough, Angel rolled over and kicked him in the stomach. Lindsey fell to the ground with the dart gun still close by. Angel started towards him with purpose, the kick had sapped most of his remaining strength but he had a mission, and if he died stopping Lindsey McDonald, it would be worth it, "Lindsey, I knew that voice was familiar."
Lindsey looked up at him from the floor, his hand slowly reached for the dart gun at his side, "I'm flattered you remembered my voice." He replied with a smirk as his hand gripped the gun.
**** Spike heard voices, and one of them was definitely Angel's. He rushed down the hallway. It took only a moment to find the cell. He was surprised to see Angel standing upright over a younger man on the floor, from his position he could see the man's hand on a gun of sorts.
Spike watched as the man picked up the gun and aimed it towards Angel. "Watch out!" Spike shouted as he entered the room. Angel raised his leg to kick the gun out of Lindsey's grasp.
Lindsey, startled by the arrival of a second vampire turned the gun from Angel to Spike. He fired only a second before Angel's foot hit his hand sending the gun spiraling.
Spike rushed to help Angel restrain Lindsey, gamely ignoring the pain in his thigh as they tied up the lawyer with the dirty bedsheet from the cot. Angel saw the dart as soon as they sat their captive on the floor. "Spike, you need to get that out now." Angel sat down tiredly on the edge of the bed.
"Nah, I'd rather walk around with a dart in my leg, Peaches." He replied sarcastically as he pulled the dart out with a wince.
An edge of hysteria tinged Lindsey's laughter, "You're dead."
"Yeah, vampire, here. I am dead." Spike replied shaking his head.
"No, I mean you really dead... the dart was poisoned." Lindsey laughed again, "And it wasn't the mutated one I gave Angel. It was the original version, which means you'll be getting sick a lot sooner. And I don't see any Slayer blood around here to save either of you."
*****
TBC
Lindsey watched from the monitor and wondered what was Angel doing? "Angel?" He asked loudly over the speaker.
There was no response, so he tried again, "Angel!", and still nothing. On the third attempt, he tried another tactic, "Angel, I said Buffy appeared to be unconscious or worse, don't you care?"
Angel wanted to turn around jump off the cot and scream how much he cared, instead he gritted his teeth and stayed perfectly still.
He watched the vampire carefully; the poison shouldn't be working this quickly. He paced around the room trying to decide the best way to make sure the vampire wasn't unconscious; it wasn't as if he could check his respirations or reflexes. The only way to truly find out was enter the cell. Lindsey was not a stupid man, and realized that there was a possibility that Angel was playing him. A small dart gun lie on the desk, he picked it up and stowed it in his jacket pocket so he would have easy access if needed. He took another close look at the monitor. Taking a seat at the desk, he made up his mind he'd give it another 30 minutes before he'd check on his prisoner.
*******
Wesley looked into the backseat of his car, where Buffy was lying very still. "Are you comfortable enough?" He asked as he began to drive.
"I'll be fine. I'll be even better after we find Angel and get the antidote to him," she sighed.
"How long do you think we have?" Gunn asked softly.
Wesley gave Gunn a grim look that Buffy couldn't see, "It worked very quickly last time." He raised his eyebrow at the other man, "I hope we get there in time."
"We will." Buffy announced determinedly.
The rest of the ride was quiet. "We're here." Wesley announced as he parked the car.
********
Spike made his way to Wolfram and Hart through the back alleyway trying to stay off the more populated street. He found himself behind the building and began to search for a way into the tunnels. He began by placing his hands along the wall and pressing. After traveling several feet, the wall finally gave as if it were an invisible door; and he stepped through and began his descent down a narrow staircase.
*******
Gunn opened the back passenger door and eased Buffy into his arms. Strangely, no one asked about the unconscious woman in Gunn's arms as they walked towards Wesley's office. "Funny no one's said anything."
Wesley unlocked his door, "I suppose it's not the strangest thing they've ever seen considering where we are; and it is quitting time. I'm sure that most people are anxious to leave here."
Gunn laid Buffy on the couch in the office. She cracked one eye open, but Wesley shook his head slightly and she closed it again. "Hello, Eve." Wesley called out as Eve entered the room.
"Who exactly do we have here?"
"It's the Slayer." Gunn answered, "An angry slayer."
"She just looks out of it to me." Eve stepped a bit closer to the couch, "Why is she angry?"
"We had to take care of Spike." Wesley offered, "She and Spike were... shall we say close?"
"You took out Spike?" Eve asked her eyes wide.
"Yes, it looks like the Senior partners might have been correct... we couldn't get an answer from him about his involvement with Angel's disappearance and Gunn got impatient. So, Spike is now waiting to be vacuumed off my rug. Buffy threw a slayer fit and we had to tranquilize her." Wesley explained in a matter of fact voice.
"The Slayer is going to be missed. What are you planning on doing with her?" Eve questioned suspiciously.
"Gonna take her down to the basement till we can get her on a plane back to London. Wesley called and told them know what's going on." Gunn explained as he picked up Buffy's limp body.
"How did they take the news about Spike? Don't they consider him a hero?" Eve's forehead creased.
"Mr. Giles tolerated Spike, hero or not, he accepted our word that we did what we had to do." Wesley followed Gunn out of the office, "Don't worry we have it under control."
"If you say so." Eve started towards the entrance to the building already dialing her cell phone.
******
Spike listened carefully as he walked down the dark tunnel, watching for Angel and the basement entrance.
"That was close." Gunn told Wesley when they were safe in the basement.
"Yes, it was. We'll have to be very careful from now on, I don't trust Eve as far as Fred could throw her." As Gunn sat Buffy down, Wesley found the corner of the basement that Spike had mentioned. "Start feeling around on the wall here."
The three placed their palms on the wall, and began concentrating on finding the opening.
"Here it is!" Buffy called out as she stepped through looked like a solid wall; the others followed her.
"Should we wait for Spike?" Gunn asked as they climbed down the staircase.
"I'm sure we'll meet up with him in the tunnels." Wesley told him as they made their way down the corridor.
******
Lindsey tapped his fingers on the desk impatiently. He had waited 29 minutes and Angel still had not moved or answered him. He patted the dart gun in his coat pocket and walked into the narrow hall that led to the cell.
Digging a large key ring from his pocket, he opened the cell door cautiously. There was still no movement from Angel.
Angel could hear Lindsey walking towards the cot. He bided his time waiting for him to get close enough. Lindsey pulled the gun out of his pocket as he took another step towards the vampire.
When he was close enough, Angel rolled over and kicked him in the stomach. Lindsey fell to the ground with the dart gun still close by. Angel started towards him with purpose, the kick had sapped most of his remaining strength but he had a mission, and if he died stopping Lindsey McDonald, it would be worth it, "Lindsey, I knew that voice was familiar."
Lindsey looked up at him from the floor, his hand slowly reached for the dart gun at his side, "I'm flattered you remembered my voice." He replied with a smirk as his hand gripped the gun.
**** Spike heard voices, and one of them was definitely Angel's. He rushed down the hallway. It took only a moment to find the cell. He was surprised to see Angel standing upright over a younger man on the floor, from his position he could see the man's hand on a gun of sorts.
Spike watched as the man picked up the gun and aimed it towards Angel. "Watch out!" Spike shouted as he entered the room. Angel raised his leg to kick the gun out of Lindsey's grasp.
Lindsey, startled by the arrival of a second vampire turned the gun from Angel to Spike. He fired only a second before Angel's foot hit his hand sending the gun spiraling.
Spike rushed to help Angel restrain Lindsey, gamely ignoring the pain in his thigh as they tied up the lawyer with the dirty bedsheet from the cot. Angel saw the dart as soon as they sat their captive on the floor. "Spike, you need to get that out now." Angel sat down tiredly on the edge of the bed.
"Nah, I'd rather walk around with a dart in my leg, Peaches." He replied sarcastically as he pulled the dart out with a wince.
An edge of hysteria tinged Lindsey's laughter, "You're dead."
"Yeah, vampire, here. I am dead." Spike replied shaking his head.
"No, I mean you really dead... the dart was poisoned." Lindsey laughed again, "And it wasn't the mutated one I gave Angel. It was the original version, which means you'll be getting sick a lot sooner. And I don't see any Slayer blood around here to save either of you."
*****
TBC
