What Are We Going To Do?
Angel, Cordelia, Fred, Wesley, and Gunn were gathered at the office trying to decide what their next move would be. Fred left work early, claiming she had a family emergency. She was worried because she knew the lab results would come back inconclusive. Vampires aren't really human. Their genetic make-up changes as the demon takes over. Their senses become super-human, as does their strength and agility. The DNA is mutated. This would be impossible to explain to the group of scientists. Gunn and Wesley's news wasn't any better.
Gunn went first. "Word on the street is that things are getting rougher then usual. People disappearing left and right. These ain't just any old gangland killings either. The things bumping in the night are scaring even the most hardcore gangsta's in the city."
"As well they should," Wesley's soft British accent interrupted the gang member turned demon fighter. "Angel, from what I found at the library, this is bad. Very bad."
"What's going on? What did you find Wes?"
"There's a brand new hellmouth opening up right here in Las Vegas."
"What? No way!" exclaimed Cordelia. "Buffy destroyed the hellmouth, along with the rest of Sunnydale. There is no way there could be a new hellmouth."
"Well, it makes sense," Fred reasoned, "there is so much evil here."
"I'll say." A familiar voice from the door caused the gang to turn around. The group was happy to see the familiar green face and flashy Armani suit. "A lot of bad singers too!"
"Hey Lorne," Angel greeted their empathy demon friend. "Find anything out?"
"Yeah, evil has moved in and it's planning to stay. Let's just say this is one grand opening we may want to skip!"
"Angel, we need to do something, we have to warn people."
"Oh what Cordy?! What are we supposed to do? Run around telling people stay inside, lock your doors, don't invite any strangers in lest they be blood-sucking creatures of the night?"
"Hey! No need to get snappish Mr. Broody-pants! I mean I guess we could take a page from your book. Allow harm to come to others, ignore signs, until things get really bad and almost lose everyone you love."
Cordelia was obviously referring to Angel's failure to save her until it was almost too late. Angel went over to Cordy and put his arms around her. The mood in the room turned uncomfortable. Fred felt she had to say something.
"Angel is right, I mean in the way that people aren't going to believe us. I mean, I don't know what I am going to tell these criminalists tomorrow. They'll think I'm crazy, or worse, incompetent. People will barely believe what they see with their own eyes."
"That's right mates, Angel and I staked two vamps right in front of that cop fellow and he probably wouldn't believe us either. Hic."
Everyone turned to see the blond figure stumble through the door.
"Spike's right, he's clearly inebriated, but he has a good point." Wesley stated, reluctantly.
Suddenly Harmony stuck her dingy, blond, vampire head in from the other room.
"Did I hear my blondie bear come in?"
"Well, there's my naughty little morsel! Come 'er doll, Daddy's got a surprise for you." Spike slurred as he grabbed Harmony kissed her.
Although Spike and Harmony hadn't been dating for years, almost dying in the big battle with W & H changed Spike's perspective. He knew that pining over Buffy was a lost cause, she would never love him, not completely. And Harmony was a good shag, so he took up with her again.
"Good god, would you two get a room? Or at least leave this one." Gunn pleaded.
"Come on luv, we know when we're not wanted." Spike said as he lead her into his bedroom.
Angel sat there, still holding Cordelia, until he a thought hit him. He jumped up, causing Cordy to fall on the floor.
"Oof! Thanks a lot!"
"Sorry, but Spike gave me an idea! Okay, someone just stake me now for saying that."
"What's the big idea?" Fred inquired.
"Gil Grissom."
"The head of CSI? My new boss?"
"Yes, him, he saw Spike and I dust those vamps at the roller coaster. He'll have to believe us. I have to go see him."
"I don't know man, you think you can trust this guy?"
"I don't see what other choice we have. Cordy was right, we can't sit around here and do nothing. Fred, where is this Grissom guy now?"
"Well, when I left from there, he was being taken to an interrogation room to answer some questions."
"Angel, you can't go out there, it will be daylight soon," Cordelia reminded her pale friend.
"That's why I had Wesley download the city's underground tunnel system for me. See, back when the mob ran the place, there was an extremely complex grid of tunnels built underneath the city for easy transport of illegal goods. If I don't get out of there before sunrise I will simply take the tunnels back."
"Gunn and I could go with you."
"No, no I can't risk you two becoming imprisoned. Stay here where I know you are safe."
"Hey man, we've been through a lot worse then this, we had your back then," retorted Gunn.
"Yeah, but we are heading…you guys are just going to follow me aren't you?"
"Pretty much."
"Okay, fine, but let's leave Spike here okay? I've had enough of 'blondie bear' for one day."
Little did Angel know there were already others looking for him. The leader of the vampire gang was not pleased that two of his best soldiers were dusted by one of their own kind. And Brass had an APB put out on Spike and Angel based on Grissom's description.
Angel, Cordelia, Fred, Wesley, and Gunn were gathered at the office trying to decide what their next move would be. Fred left work early, claiming she had a family emergency. She was worried because she knew the lab results would come back inconclusive. Vampires aren't really human. Their genetic make-up changes as the demon takes over. Their senses become super-human, as does their strength and agility. The DNA is mutated. This would be impossible to explain to the group of scientists. Gunn and Wesley's news wasn't any better.
Gunn went first. "Word on the street is that things are getting rougher then usual. People disappearing left and right. These ain't just any old gangland killings either. The things bumping in the night are scaring even the most hardcore gangsta's in the city."
"As well they should," Wesley's soft British accent interrupted the gang member turned demon fighter. "Angel, from what I found at the library, this is bad. Very bad."
"What's going on? What did you find Wes?"
"There's a brand new hellmouth opening up right here in Las Vegas."
"What? No way!" exclaimed Cordelia. "Buffy destroyed the hellmouth, along with the rest of Sunnydale. There is no way there could be a new hellmouth."
"Well, it makes sense," Fred reasoned, "there is so much evil here."
"I'll say." A familiar voice from the door caused the gang to turn around. The group was happy to see the familiar green face and flashy Armani suit. "A lot of bad singers too!"
"Hey Lorne," Angel greeted their empathy demon friend. "Find anything out?"
"Yeah, evil has moved in and it's planning to stay. Let's just say this is one grand opening we may want to skip!"
"Angel, we need to do something, we have to warn people."
"Oh what Cordy?! What are we supposed to do? Run around telling people stay inside, lock your doors, don't invite any strangers in lest they be blood-sucking creatures of the night?"
"Hey! No need to get snappish Mr. Broody-pants! I mean I guess we could take a page from your book. Allow harm to come to others, ignore signs, until things get really bad and almost lose everyone you love."
Cordelia was obviously referring to Angel's failure to save her until it was almost too late. Angel went over to Cordy and put his arms around her. The mood in the room turned uncomfortable. Fred felt she had to say something.
"Angel is right, I mean in the way that people aren't going to believe us. I mean, I don't know what I am going to tell these criminalists tomorrow. They'll think I'm crazy, or worse, incompetent. People will barely believe what they see with their own eyes."
"That's right mates, Angel and I staked two vamps right in front of that cop fellow and he probably wouldn't believe us either. Hic."
Everyone turned to see the blond figure stumble through the door.
"Spike's right, he's clearly inebriated, but he has a good point." Wesley stated, reluctantly.
Suddenly Harmony stuck her dingy, blond, vampire head in from the other room.
"Did I hear my blondie bear come in?"
"Well, there's my naughty little morsel! Come 'er doll, Daddy's got a surprise for you." Spike slurred as he grabbed Harmony kissed her.
Although Spike and Harmony hadn't been dating for years, almost dying in the big battle with W & H changed Spike's perspective. He knew that pining over Buffy was a lost cause, she would never love him, not completely. And Harmony was a good shag, so he took up with her again.
"Good god, would you two get a room? Or at least leave this one." Gunn pleaded.
"Come on luv, we know when we're not wanted." Spike said as he lead her into his bedroom.
Angel sat there, still holding Cordelia, until he a thought hit him. He jumped up, causing Cordy to fall on the floor.
"Oof! Thanks a lot!"
"Sorry, but Spike gave me an idea! Okay, someone just stake me now for saying that."
"What's the big idea?" Fred inquired.
"Gil Grissom."
"The head of CSI? My new boss?"
"Yes, him, he saw Spike and I dust those vamps at the roller coaster. He'll have to believe us. I have to go see him."
"I don't know man, you think you can trust this guy?"
"I don't see what other choice we have. Cordy was right, we can't sit around here and do nothing. Fred, where is this Grissom guy now?"
"Well, when I left from there, he was being taken to an interrogation room to answer some questions."
"Angel, you can't go out there, it will be daylight soon," Cordelia reminded her pale friend.
"That's why I had Wesley download the city's underground tunnel system for me. See, back when the mob ran the place, there was an extremely complex grid of tunnels built underneath the city for easy transport of illegal goods. If I don't get out of there before sunrise I will simply take the tunnels back."
"Gunn and I could go with you."
"No, no I can't risk you two becoming imprisoned. Stay here where I know you are safe."
"Hey man, we've been through a lot worse then this, we had your back then," retorted Gunn.
"Yeah, but we are heading…you guys are just going to follow me aren't you?"
"Pretty much."
"Okay, fine, but let's leave Spike here okay? I've had enough of 'blondie bear' for one day."
Little did Angel know there were already others looking for him. The leader of the vampire gang was not pleased that two of his best soldiers were dusted by one of their own kind. And Brass had an APB put out on Spike and Angel based on Grissom's description.