A/N Alrighty, here come the third chapter...it gets better from here, you
actually find something out! ...so here I go!
Gunn walked into Wesley's office, waving the stack of papers in the air.
"Take a look at this! Looks like our new little friend has buddies up at Senior Partners," Gunn proclaimed.
"Well after you hear what I have to say, you'll think Senior Partners is nothing," Wesley said, motioning Gunn to is computer screen. "Take a look at what I found."
Gunn walked over to Wesley's desk and bent over to look at the computer. As he read, his eyes got wider and wider.
"Well that's definitely something. Print that out and let's go show Angel. I'm sure he'll be interested," Gunn said smugly.
Gunn walked into Angel's office, quickly followed by Wesley.
"I told you I'd find something on her," Gunn said, throwing the documents on Angel's desk. "Look what Wesley discovered."
Angel picked up the papers Gunn had given him and starting reading them out loud.
"Phoenix Brown was born Belinda Katelina Brown on January 19th, 1978, in London, England." Angel looked up from the papers, looking strangely at Gunn. "Well there's nothing weird about that, besides her name, but that doesn't mean anything."
"Just keep reading," Gunn said, annoyed.
"She changed her name to Phoenix in 1993 after her younger sister Marie Helen Brown was killed in a house fire. One year later, she became known as the greatest vampire slayer of all times in the New York area, though many who knew her proclaim that she was never able to kill the one, unknown beast she was after, whom she was rumored to have been tracking for many years." Angel put down the paper and looked up at Gunn. "Well that was definitely worth your time and effort."
"And there's more. She'd been working for Senior Partners for the past three years."
"Well there's another big something."
"Maybe, but we still don't know for sure what she wants out of Wolfram & Hart," Gunn said.
"Who said she wanted anything?" Wesley said, looking around, confused.
"Gunn thinks Phoenix is plotting against us, even though he has no proof whatsoever," Angel said, looking at Gunn accusatorily.
"Who knows?" Gunn said, loudly. "She's been keeping that part of her past secret, how do you know she's not hiding anything else? For all we know she could still be working for Senior Partners and she could be here to spy on us! I think Wesley should try to find anything else he can on her. And maybe we could get Spike to spy on her or something."
"Look, Gunn, it's nice that you're worried an all, but really, I don't think they're anything to worry about. So what, she has a few secrets, there's no need to get someone like Spike involved." Angel paused to look around the room a bit, a puzzled look creeping upon his face. "Where is Spike, anyway? I don't remember him bugging me for a while."
"Probably on another one of his little disappearing trips," Gunn said, rolling his eyes.
"Probably," Angel answered, leaning back into his chair.
"Look, whatever, I just think that we should get him or someone else to check her out a bit, see if we can find anything else," Gunn said.
"Anything else on who?" said a voice from the doorway.
Gunn and Wesley whipped around to find Phoenix standing in the doorway, holding her report in her hands.
"Oh, uh, nothing, just........." Angel says, fumbling around to gather all the papers on his desk.
"Me? Yeah, I figured you'd all get curious. Everyone does," Phoenix said, rolling her eyes.
All three men standing in the room looked at each other awkwardly.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys about the whole slayer thing, it's just I though--" Phoenix started.
"—we'd think you were here to kill me," Angel finishes.
"Pretty much. Anyways, I just got used to people reacting weird whenever I told them, so thought maybe I'd just not say anything. Should have known better, especially in a place like Wolfram and Hart. Sorry. Guess I better go pack then, " She turns to leave but Wesley grabs her arm, holding her back.
"You're not gonna fire her are you?" he asks, looking at Angel. "Think about it, if she had wanted to kill you, or any of us for that matter, she would have done it already, don't you think?"
"Who said anything about firing anyone?" Angel said. "I know I didn't."
"Oh...I thought that...well, um, ok then." Phoenix said awkwardly, looking down at her feet.
All of a sudden, a series of screams were heard in the hallway.
Angel sighed and rolled his eyes. "What now?" he whispered, getting ready to get up and see what was happening, but the "disruption" in question suddenly came bursting in through the doors.
"Look Captain Forehead, I know you don't like me, and honestly I don't like you either, but you gotta do someth-"Spike said as he walked purposely across the room, getting as far as Angel's desk before he froze, surprise dawning across his face.
Spike slowly turned around to face Phoenix, who was staring wide-eyed at him, and sly smile covering up his surprise.
"Well, well, well, who do we have here? The little bird of fire, huh? Well this is definitely the last place I'd expect to see you!" he exclaimed, now forgetting all thoughts of complaints to Angel.
"Likewise," Phoenix said, a sarcastically polite smile pasted on her face, disgust creeping into her voice.
"Wait a second," Angel interrupted. "You two know each other?"
"I wouldn't really say 'know', more like we've met..."Phoenix said, all traces of a smile now gone from her face.
"How...when?" Angel asked in disbelief. In his opinion, anyone who knew Spike deserved a bit of suspicion.
Spike smiled widely. "Yeah, tell him where you know me from, luv."
Phoenix glared darkly at Spike. "I had a bad experience a couple of years back."
Spike's smile lessened. "Oh, please. You know you like it, you can't deny that. Up until I tried to rip your throat out, but before, you know it was good!"
Angel blinked, his eyes going back and forth between Phoenix and Spike.
"You mean...you two...oh my god...I don't think I needed to know that," Angel said, sitting back down slowly and looking as if he were about to pass out.
Suddenly, Spike began to blur before fading out completely once again, but not before he could throw Angel one last smirk.
That night, Phoenix walked out of her office and headed for the door next to it, carefully looking around for anyone approaching. Quietly, she got her silver pin out of her pocket and smoothly inserted it into the lock. Seconds later, a soft click sounded and she quickly opened the door and slipped in.
After quietly closing the door behind her, she walked up to a file cabinet and started going through it, muttering under her breath. After a couple of minutes, she pulled out a red folder.
"Bingo," she whispered, looking down at the file. The file contained a picture of a dark-haired, pale man sporting a goatee. Underneath the picture, the man's name was written: Brenden Lehs. Smiling to herself, Phoenix quietly slipped out of the room, holding the folder tightly in her hands.
Gunn walked into Wesley's office, waving the stack of papers in the air.
"Take a look at this! Looks like our new little friend has buddies up at Senior Partners," Gunn proclaimed.
"Well after you hear what I have to say, you'll think Senior Partners is nothing," Wesley said, motioning Gunn to is computer screen. "Take a look at what I found."
Gunn walked over to Wesley's desk and bent over to look at the computer. As he read, his eyes got wider and wider.
"Well that's definitely something. Print that out and let's go show Angel. I'm sure he'll be interested," Gunn said smugly.
Gunn walked into Angel's office, quickly followed by Wesley.
"I told you I'd find something on her," Gunn said, throwing the documents on Angel's desk. "Look what Wesley discovered."
Angel picked up the papers Gunn had given him and starting reading them out loud.
"Phoenix Brown was born Belinda Katelina Brown on January 19th, 1978, in London, England." Angel looked up from the papers, looking strangely at Gunn. "Well there's nothing weird about that, besides her name, but that doesn't mean anything."
"Just keep reading," Gunn said, annoyed.
"She changed her name to Phoenix in 1993 after her younger sister Marie Helen Brown was killed in a house fire. One year later, she became known as the greatest vampire slayer of all times in the New York area, though many who knew her proclaim that she was never able to kill the one, unknown beast she was after, whom she was rumored to have been tracking for many years." Angel put down the paper and looked up at Gunn. "Well that was definitely worth your time and effort."
"And there's more. She'd been working for Senior Partners for the past three years."
"Well there's another big something."
"Maybe, but we still don't know for sure what she wants out of Wolfram & Hart," Gunn said.
"Who said she wanted anything?" Wesley said, looking around, confused.
"Gunn thinks Phoenix is plotting against us, even though he has no proof whatsoever," Angel said, looking at Gunn accusatorily.
"Who knows?" Gunn said, loudly. "She's been keeping that part of her past secret, how do you know she's not hiding anything else? For all we know she could still be working for Senior Partners and she could be here to spy on us! I think Wesley should try to find anything else he can on her. And maybe we could get Spike to spy on her or something."
"Look, Gunn, it's nice that you're worried an all, but really, I don't think they're anything to worry about. So what, she has a few secrets, there's no need to get someone like Spike involved." Angel paused to look around the room a bit, a puzzled look creeping upon his face. "Where is Spike, anyway? I don't remember him bugging me for a while."
"Probably on another one of his little disappearing trips," Gunn said, rolling his eyes.
"Probably," Angel answered, leaning back into his chair.
"Look, whatever, I just think that we should get him or someone else to check her out a bit, see if we can find anything else," Gunn said.
"Anything else on who?" said a voice from the doorway.
Gunn and Wesley whipped around to find Phoenix standing in the doorway, holding her report in her hands.
"Oh, uh, nothing, just........." Angel says, fumbling around to gather all the papers on his desk.
"Me? Yeah, I figured you'd all get curious. Everyone does," Phoenix said, rolling her eyes.
All three men standing in the room looked at each other awkwardly.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys about the whole slayer thing, it's just I though--" Phoenix started.
"—we'd think you were here to kill me," Angel finishes.
"Pretty much. Anyways, I just got used to people reacting weird whenever I told them, so thought maybe I'd just not say anything. Should have known better, especially in a place like Wolfram and Hart. Sorry. Guess I better go pack then, " She turns to leave but Wesley grabs her arm, holding her back.
"You're not gonna fire her are you?" he asks, looking at Angel. "Think about it, if she had wanted to kill you, or any of us for that matter, she would have done it already, don't you think?"
"Who said anything about firing anyone?" Angel said. "I know I didn't."
"Oh...I thought that...well, um, ok then." Phoenix said awkwardly, looking down at her feet.
All of a sudden, a series of screams were heard in the hallway.
Angel sighed and rolled his eyes. "What now?" he whispered, getting ready to get up and see what was happening, but the "disruption" in question suddenly came bursting in through the doors.
"Look Captain Forehead, I know you don't like me, and honestly I don't like you either, but you gotta do someth-"Spike said as he walked purposely across the room, getting as far as Angel's desk before he froze, surprise dawning across his face.
Spike slowly turned around to face Phoenix, who was staring wide-eyed at him, and sly smile covering up his surprise.
"Well, well, well, who do we have here? The little bird of fire, huh? Well this is definitely the last place I'd expect to see you!" he exclaimed, now forgetting all thoughts of complaints to Angel.
"Likewise," Phoenix said, a sarcastically polite smile pasted on her face, disgust creeping into her voice.
"Wait a second," Angel interrupted. "You two know each other?"
"I wouldn't really say 'know', more like we've met..."Phoenix said, all traces of a smile now gone from her face.
"How...when?" Angel asked in disbelief. In his opinion, anyone who knew Spike deserved a bit of suspicion.
Spike smiled widely. "Yeah, tell him where you know me from, luv."
Phoenix glared darkly at Spike. "I had a bad experience a couple of years back."
Spike's smile lessened. "Oh, please. You know you like it, you can't deny that. Up until I tried to rip your throat out, but before, you know it was good!"
Angel blinked, his eyes going back and forth between Phoenix and Spike.
"You mean...you two...oh my god...I don't think I needed to know that," Angel said, sitting back down slowly and looking as if he were about to pass out.
Suddenly, Spike began to blur before fading out completely once again, but not before he could throw Angel one last smirk.
That night, Phoenix walked out of her office and headed for the door next to it, carefully looking around for anyone approaching. Quietly, she got her silver pin out of her pocket and smoothly inserted it into the lock. Seconds later, a soft click sounded and she quickly opened the door and slipped in.
After quietly closing the door behind her, she walked up to a file cabinet and started going through it, muttering under her breath. After a couple of minutes, she pulled out a red folder.
"Bingo," she whispered, looking down at the file. The file contained a picture of a dark-haired, pale man sporting a goatee. Underneath the picture, the man's name was written: Brenden Lehs. Smiling to herself, Phoenix quietly slipped out of the room, holding the folder tightly in her hands.