Tara walked into the lobby of Wolfram & Hart, the large black duffel bag clutched in her right hand. Nobody moved a muscle because she was using her power to keep them virtually frozen against their will. She had done this to the entire building. Everyone was under her control now. But there was one person in particular that she was focused on. She made her way to the elevator and pressed the button for the tenth floor, having found Lindsey McDonald's office number in the building directory.

When she walked into his office he was staring forward fearfully. He couldn't move and couldn't speak. He was completely helpless. She set her bag on the floor, opened it and removed chains.

"You will pay for what you did," she said, glaring at him with a hateful gaze. She grabbed him by the throat, pulled him out of his chair and threw him over the desk. He hit the floor hard but didn't move once he landed. He couldn't move as she chained his wrists to the leg of his desk. "You killed two innocent teenagers. Now you'll feel the wrath you deserve."

When Angel, Wesley, Fred and Kravnik got to the casino they deduced that the large crowd around the craps table probably had something to do with Cordelia. They forced their way through the crowd and heard Cordelia's voice.

"Come on. Mama needs a brand new pair of Prada camel-skin boots," she said. She threw the dice, got the number she wanted and the entire crowd cheered. Kravnik quickly said his chant and a black glow passed from Cordelia to the urn. She looked around, confused momentarily. Then she saw the huge pile of chips in front of her and the expectant looks on the faces of her audience. "Um, I think I'm gonna cash out now."

A disappointed groan came from the crowd and Cordelia apologized as she gathered her chips. She followed the others out of the crowd. She started to make her way to cash out.

"Cordy, we don't have time for that," Angel said. "We need to find the others."

"Angel, this is fifty thousand dollars," she said. He looked at Kravnik, who rolled his eyes. Then he turned back to Cordelia.

"Make it fast."

Lindsey screamed as Tara focused her powers on him. His features were flushed from heat.

"My species of demon can harness the elements of the earth, all elements," she said. "That includes all of your elements. I'm making your blood boil right now. It's justice for what you did to the twins. More than justice."

Because she was letting him scream, Lindsey discovered he could speak as well. "Please, stop! I'm sorry!"

"You're sorry?" Tara asked, a disbelieving grin spread across her face. "I doubt that. You work for evil. You're just trying to save your guilty, evil, tainted soul. It won't work."

She focused harder and he screamed as the intensity of his boiling blood increased. She looked down at him, her eyes cold and cruel. He would pay for what he did.

When they arrived at Cindy's, they didn't even bother knocking. They walked in to find Gunn lying on the sofa with Cindy on top of him. They were both still clothed at the moment, but it appeared Cindy was working on changing that fact. Kravnik said his chant and a yellow and blue glow passed from each of them to the urn. They stared at each other and then Cindy jumped to her feet. Gunn sat up. Both of them appeared extremely embarrassed.

"Oh my god," Cindy said, staring at Gunn. "I'm...I don't know what I was..."

"Uh, don't worry about it. We were both...I mean...uh..." Gunn began. He turned to the others in the doorway. "What's going on?"

"Well, that was sloth and lust," Kravnik said. He looked disappointed. "I was really hoping wrath would've been one of the first ones that I found."

"Wrath," Wesley said, worried. "Tara got wrath."

"Aside from me, she's probably the worst person to get that one," Angel said, sharing Wesley's concern. "We have to find her."

"And I repeat, what's going on?" Gunn asked. "Not that Cindy isn't a perfectly fine woman, but why were we about to get it on?"

"We were each possessed by one of the seven deadly sins," Wesley replied. "They came from the urn."

"So Tara's got wrath," Fred said. "Where would she go?"

As if on cue, Cordelia held her hand to her head and clamped her eyes shut as a vision assaulted her mind. Angel caught her as she collapsed. She saw blood and weapons. Then she saw Lindsey. Then Tara. Everyone waited patiently for the vision to pass.

"Wolfram & Hart," Cordelia said with a gasp as Angel helped her stand. "She's going after Lindsey. She's going to get revenge for the twins."

"Is it wrong that I don't wanna stop her?" Gunn asked sarcastically.

"We have to stop her," Angel said. "If Tara kills Lindsey it will destroy her. She's worked too hard to have that happen."

They apologized to Cindy and then they all left to find Tara. When they arrived at the law firm, Wesley turned to Angel.

"What about the shamans?" he asked. Angel shook his head.

"I don't care. At this point, Lindsey will be happy to see us," Angel said. The group walked into the law firm and were surprised to see everybody just sitting or standing in place. Nobody moved. Nobody even acknowledged their presence. That's when Wesley realized what was going on.

"Tara probably did this with her power," he explained. "That's how she planned on getting to Lindsey."

"Let's hope she hasn't done any permanent damage," Angel said. He led the others to the elevator and up to Lindsey's office. When they reached the tenth floor they heard Lindsey scream and hurried into his office to find Tara standing over Lindsey. "Tara, stop."

She looked up and glared at them. She grabbed a dagger and held it to Lindsey's throat threateningly. "He has to pay for what he did."

"And he will, but not like this," Wesley said. "You have to let him go, Tara. You don't want to do this."

Kravnik chanted and a red glow passed from Tara to the urn. But much to everyone's surprise, her position didn't change. Her gaze turned to Lindsey and she still held the dagger.

"Tara, drop the knife," Cordelia said pleadingly. "You know this isn't right. This isn't what you want. It isn't what Willow wants."

Angel stepped forward and Tara shot a furious look at him. He stopped walking and crouched down to be at eye level with her.

"If you kill him, you'll become him," he said. "You can't kill a human. Not now. It's not who you are."

She continued glaring at Angel for a moment, and then she turned to Lindsey. Except the face she saw wasn't Lindsey's. It was the face that haunted her dreams and her waking hours, the girl she had killed in Moktar. The she recoiled, falling backward and then scooting away. She dropped the dagger and stared fearfully. Lindsey's face replaced that of the girl, but it had been enough. Tara released her hold on Lindsey, but he didn't move much. He was in too much pain to move. Tara simply kept staring at him, tears welling in her eyes. Angel stood and offered his hand to her. She didn't take it at first, too appalled by what she had almost done. Finally she took it, her gaze not leaving Lindsey.

"It's never going to stop. She's never going to go away," she muttered, her voice wavering.

Everyone except Angel was confused. He rested his hand on Tara's shoulder. "Look at me." She slowly complied and saw the sympathy and understanding in his eyes. "She will go away. She can't control who you are. Only you can do that. It's up to you to make her go away."

"I don't know if I can," Tara said. She looked over and saw Lindsey staggering to his feet. He stumbled over to the desk and reached for the phone, but in a split second Angel was next to him, grabbing his wrist.

"We just saved your life," Angel said, his voice threatening. "Tara could've killed you in a heartbeat. So could I. You're going to say thank you to us and you're going to let us walk out of here."

Lindsey stared at him, glanced at Tara and then looked back to Angel. He jerked his arm away from Angel and sat in a chair nearby. A forced smile twisted his lips. "Thank you."

They all turned then, leaving Wolfram & Hart. Tara hadn't released her hold on the rest of the building yet. She didn't release it until they were in the car and well on their way back to the hotel.

"I don't understand why I got greed. I'm not greedy," Cordelia said in annoyance. Angel and Wesley raised an eyebrow at that statement. "Well, I'm not anymore. Just because I like Prada…"

"Kravnik said we all got the sin we were predisposed to," Wesley said. "I'm not thrilled that I got envy, but apparently it's a character flaw."

"I'm not lazy," Gunn said resolutely, his arms folded across his chest.

"But maybe you want to be," Fred said. "We work pretty hard around here. It would be nice to have a day off."

"You're not at all upset that you got gluttony?" Cordelia asked. "Because I saw all the stuff you polished off in the kitchen. That is so going to your hips."

"Don't remind me," Fred said, holding her hand to her still aching stomach. "I guess I do tend to overdo things, though."

Tara was sitting with the group, but Angel noticed she didn't seem to be listening. She was staring off at nothing, obviously lost in thought about what had almost happened as a result of the sin she received. After a while she looked up and noticed Angel watching her. They held eye contact and then she stood.

"I'm going to make a phone call," she said as she walked over to the phone. Cordelia followed her, pulling something out of her jacket pocket.

"Hey, Tara," she said. Tara turned and saw Cordelia was holding a small, silver cell phone out to her. "Here, this is yours."

"What?" Tara asked, confused as to why Cordelia was giving her a cell phone.

"I was kind of half-eavesdropping on your phone call with Willow the other day," she confessed. "With no phones in the rooms here, I figured you would need this so you can call Willow whenever you need to. Or vice versa."

She took the phone and stared at it.

"I already called and left the number on Buffy's answering machine," Cordelia continued. Tara kept eye contact with her, thanking her silently before Cordelia returned to the rest of the group. Tara took the phone with her and went up to her room, dialing the phone number as she went. It was late, but Willow had said to call anytime. Her sleepy voice greeted Tara after three rings.

"It's me," Tara said simply. She wasn't ready to tell Willow about the reason for her call, but she had to talk to her. Willow's voice would comfort her. Hearing her voice made her closer. It made things hurt less, and unbeknownst to her, it worked the same for Willow. She closed the door to her room and settled in for a long phone conversation, both of them feeling complete again, even with miles between them.

THE END