Right Said Fred
"Winnefred Burkle, but most people just call me Fred." The new girl introduced herself to Nick. Being a Texan himself he detected her slight southern accent, almost eliminated by the five years spent in a hell dimension, Pylea, and the three years spent in Los Angeles.
"Well Fred, correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe you're from Texas."
"Yes, sir, I am!" Fred giggled. "But I haven't lived there in years." She had forgotten how sexy the men from Texas were.
"Well, once a Texan, always a Texan," Nick over-exaggerated his drawl.
Sara rolled her eyes and cleared her throat. Nick could tell Sara was getting impatient.
"Well, welcome to Las Vegas. Here is a sample taken from a victim's wound this evening. Has anyone filled you in on the latest neck wound cases?"
"Yes, the goofy guy, Greg. He caught me up to speed."
Sara and Nick laughed out loud at Fred's description of Greg. Yes, if one word fit him it was goofy. Fred blushed at their outburst.
"I'm sorry, that wasn't very professional of me. It's just that…well, is he always like that?"
"No, usually he's much, much worse." Sara answered, trying to contain her laughter.
"That's what I was afraid of." Fred thought out loud.
"What's wrong? He didn't hit on you or anything did you?" Nick teased.
"No, he just reminded me of someone." The truth was Greg reminded Fred of Knox. Knox was also a cute, goofy lab rat, who double-crossed her. He released a demon goddess, Illyria, who took over Fred's body as her shell. It was only once Angel and the others found the Senior Partners chamber could they release Fred's soul to reclaim her body. Thank god for her beloved Wesley. If it hadn't been for his love and devotion, the others would have destroyed Fred's body in an attempt to kill Illyria. Wesley kept her body safe, he would always keep her safe.
"Hey, Fred, you okay."
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, I'll get started on this right away." Right after I call Angel, Fred thought to herself.
After Nick and Sara left Fred grabbed the phone.
"Cordelia, it's me…we have a problem."
"Winnefred Burkle, but most people just call me Fred." The new girl introduced herself to Nick. Being a Texan himself he detected her slight southern accent, almost eliminated by the five years spent in a hell dimension, Pylea, and the three years spent in Los Angeles.
"Well Fred, correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe you're from Texas."
"Yes, sir, I am!" Fred giggled. "But I haven't lived there in years." She had forgotten how sexy the men from Texas were.
"Well, once a Texan, always a Texan," Nick over-exaggerated his drawl.
Sara rolled her eyes and cleared her throat. Nick could tell Sara was getting impatient.
"Well, welcome to Las Vegas. Here is a sample taken from a victim's wound this evening. Has anyone filled you in on the latest neck wound cases?"
"Yes, the goofy guy, Greg. He caught me up to speed."
Sara and Nick laughed out loud at Fred's description of Greg. Yes, if one word fit him it was goofy. Fred blushed at their outburst.
"I'm sorry, that wasn't very professional of me. It's just that…well, is he always like that?"
"No, usually he's much, much worse." Sara answered, trying to contain her laughter.
"That's what I was afraid of." Fred thought out loud.
"What's wrong? He didn't hit on you or anything did you?" Nick teased.
"No, he just reminded me of someone." The truth was Greg reminded Fred of Knox. Knox was also a cute, goofy lab rat, who double-crossed her. He released a demon goddess, Illyria, who took over Fred's body as her shell. It was only once Angel and the others found the Senior Partners chamber could they release Fred's soul to reclaim her body. Thank god for her beloved Wesley. If it hadn't been for his love and devotion, the others would have destroyed Fred's body in an attempt to kill Illyria. Wesley kept her body safe, he would always keep her safe.
"Hey, Fred, you okay."
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, I'll get started on this right away." Right after I call Angel, Fred thought to herself.
After Nick and Sara left Fred grabbed the phone.
"Cordelia, it's me…we have a problem."