Buffy looks between Tru and Faith. "Tell me what?" She finally asks after neither of them say anything.
Tru sighs and her shoulders slump slightly as she looks at her smirking sister. "I hear dead people," she murmurs and Faith puts forth a valiant effort to not laugh. It doesn't work seeing as how she cracks up.
Buffy and Tru shoot her a dirty look as she does this. "What is that, like, a joke?" She asks Tru.
"No. It's legit B," Faith replies as she tries to get herself under control. "She was all sounding like that kid from the 'Sixth Sense', you know? 'I see dead people'," Faith giggles, grimacing as she holds her side.
Tru rolls her eyes, smiling nonetheless at her sister. "The thing is, when people die from unnatural causes, they come to the morgue. I process bodies coming into the morgue. When I do this, the dead corpses reach out and tell me that they need my help. The day rewinds and I have to spend that day trying to find them and save them," she elaborates to Buffy.
"Okay. So what, did today rewind?" Buffy asks trying to grasp what she had just heard.
"Um, that would be a yes," Tru answers.
"Then that must mean that…" Buffy's eyes widen in realization as she looks at a troubled Tru and an inscrutable Faith. "That means that Faith dies," she says.
"Nope. I died and then the day turned back so that big sis can prevent that," Faith replies nonchalantly.
Both of the other women look at Faith. "You seem okay with knowing that at some point you died," Buffy notes and Tru winces.
Faith shrugs. "I'm alive now. Besides, the day erased itself so it's like it never even happened," she reasons. "Which brings me to my next question," she states, looking at her sister. "How did they whack me?" She asks Tru.
Tru pales slightly before glancing briefly at Buffy, who quirks an eyebrow in curiosity. She swallows hard before looking back at her expectant sister. "They made it look like a suicide," she finally answers.
Faith's jaw opens slightly before she snaps it shut and shakes her head. "Oh," she simply replies. "We really should find those guys," she states as if nothing happened as she begins to walk off.
Buffy won't get a clue and she continues on as she and Tru continue walking with Faith. "So then you knew right away that it was the hit," she states with a confident nod.
"Actually, no I didn't. Nobody did, especially Lindsay," Tru adds the last part quietly, giving Faith a look clearly stating that she had better take this more seriously.
"Shut up Tru," Faith nearly shouts in exasperation as she turns to glare at her older sister. "Let's just not go there," she finishes more quietly.
Buffy seems stunned as she sees Faith's pleading expression mostly directed at Tru. "Am I missing something?" Buffy asks in frustration as she looks between the two women.
"No," Faith says as Tru says, "Yes."
Buffy sighs. "Okay then," she quietly states.
"Let's just see if we can find these bastards," Faith grunts. "B, get the others and we'll meet up at Tru's in 15. Sound good?" She asks, though it sounds more like a statement.
"Yeah," Buffy nods. "We'll be there," she informs the other woman.
After Buffy heads back to the hotel room, Tru shoots a glare at her sister. "We should've just told her," she says in an accusing tone.
"Honestly Tru, I don't want her to know," Faith tells her the older woman in irritation.
"Why not?" Tru asks in genuine confusion.
"Because I don't want her to constantly think and wonder about it, the woman tends to dwell on things. And besides, I really don't think I can handle her knowing that much about me," Faith sighs.
"And I repeat, why not?" Tru replies. "Why don't you want her knowing about your life?" She asks.
"Because after all of this, I am still going to have to see her on a regular basis," she slowly begins. "Besides, it is kind of personal," she shrugs.
"Why are you going to still see her on a regular basis, is she relocating to Boston?" Tru asks out of curiosity.
Faith looks at her sister seriously for a moment. "You don't think I'll actually be able to stay here do you?" She asks and Tru responds by looking down at her feet. "Tru, you know that the cops are going to be after me, hit or no hit. I'll just be a sitting duck if I stay here. I'm no good to anyone if I'm in prison," Faith explains.
"So, that's it. You're just going to run like always?" Tru asks rhetorically and Faith gives her a blank stare. "I don't believe you. After all of this, you are just going to up and leave us all again so you can save your ass," she nearly shouts.
"This isn't even about my ass. This is about yours, Harrison's, Lindsay's and Meredith's. What do you think the police will do when they find an escaped convict chillin'' in your apartment and find that they all knew about it? Do you think they'll just say 'Thanks, have a nice day'? No. They are going to say, 'You are under arrest for aiding and abetting'," Faith rants.
"Are you going to spend the rest of your life running Faith? Because that's what you're going to do if you are hiding from the authorities," Tru lectures.
"For one, the rest of my life won't amount to much because of my line of work. Second, I can always skip out on the country. And if I do turn myself back into the cops, then it'll be on my own terms and far away from you guys here. I really don't want you guys to have to see me arrested," Faith explains.
"Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore. I just want you to be safe and then we'll argue some more," Tru sighs, upset at the turn of conversation.
Faith nods and the two continue walking. "Where are we going anyways? This isn't the way to your apartment," she points out.
"No, it's the way to Lindsay's apartment," Tru informs the slightly younger girl.
"What? Why are we going to her place?" Faith asks, on the verge of whining.
"She was as much a part of the goings on after your death as any of the others. Besides, I think she has a right to be in on what's going on with her girlfriend, which she loves very much," Tru says pointedly.
Faith rolls her eyes at her sister's attempt at a guilt trip. "Okay," she agrees despite herself.
Lindsay's Apartment- 9:30 am
Tru knocks on the door as Faith leans against the wall next to the door frame as they wait for Lindsay to answer. "Don't pout Faith. You're too old to do that now," Tru tells her younger sister as she glances as the downcast expression of the other brunette. Faith glares at her sister, but before she can say anything, the door opens.
"Hey guys. What's up?" Lindsay asks with a sleepy yawn as she sees the twins.
"Morning sleepyhead," Faith smiles softly. "Garfield?" She asks with a broad grin at the other girl's choice of sleepwear.
Lindsay may not be fully awake, but she is awake enough to blush profusely. "Well, at least Garfield is better than Scooby Doo," she points out to her girlfriend.
"Not when yours have the little footies on them," Faith smirks.
Lindsay looks down at her pajamas and pouts. Tru decides it's time to interrupt before things get too smushy. "Look, as cute as this is, we have some serious stuff to deal with," she interjects.
Faith shuts up immediately and gives Tru another dirty look and Lindsay just looks concerned. "What is it?" She asks Faith, who doesn't answer. "Tru, what is going on?" She asks the other sister.
Tru sighs deeply. "I have this thing where dead people ask me for help and the day rewinds so I can stop them from dying," she begins.
"Wait, what?" Lindsay asks.
"Tru relives days so that she can prevent people from getting killed," Faith reiterates. Lindsay moves to protest. "It's no more unbelievable than Slayers, vampires and demons. Please, just believe us on this," she pleads and Lindsay just nods and looks at Tru to continue.
"I am reliving today so that…so that Faith won't be killed," Tru gets out quietly.
Lindsay looks over at Faith sharply. "You can't die," she says vehemently.
"Obviously I can or else we wouldn't be having this conversation," Faith snorts and is immediately met by a slap on the face from Lindsay.
"Don't say that!" Lindsay whimpers tearfully as she touches Faith's face where she just struck.
Faith is stunned by the fact that her girlfriend just hit her more than any actual pain. She touches Lindsay's hand. "I'm sorry. Everything is going to be fine. You know me, always acting like an ass," she smiles weakly and Lindsay nods with a small smile of her own.
Tru, for her part, was just as shocked by Lindsay's actions as Faith and Lindsay herself, but Tru was also upset that she didn't get to hit Faith first. "We're going to take care of this, Buffy and her friends are meeting us at my apartment so we can figure out what to do next," she tells her friend.
"Yeah, okay," Lindsay nods as she goes to her bedroom to get changed. Moments later, she emerges from her room, fully dressed. "So, how'd they do it?" She finds herself asking as they exit the apartment.
Faith clears her throat. "They, um, made it look like a suicide," she informs the other woman quietly as they begin walking towards Tru's apartment.
"They did what?" Lindsay asks as she stops in he tracks on the sidewalk.
"Yeah, they got a hold of the knife I used to…to kill Allan and the Professor and, um, cut my wrists," Faith replies, looking down at her feet and trying not to stutter.
Lindsay attaches herself to her girlfriend's waist after hearing that. "We didn't know it was the hit did we?" She asks Tru in a small voice after a moment.
"No," Tru replies simply, just trying to be honest with her friend. Lindsay just squeezes Faith harder as the finish getting to Tru's apartment. "We're here," she announces to Buffy and Co.
"Hey, we were beginning to wonder what happened to you…guys," Buffy states, only hesitating when she sees Lindsay holding onto Faith protectively.
"Had to fill Linds on what was going on," Faith explains, smiling softly at the woman next to her.
Lindsay lets go and dries her eyes on her sleeves. "We're going to kill those bastards," she says angrily.
"Yeah," Dawn readily agrees.
"No," Faith cuts in, earning strange looks from all of the others. "We need to know who sent them because they could always send more," she explains.
"You're right," Buffy grumbles back begrudgingly. "So, what do you propose we do then O Omniscient One?" She asks with a quirked eyebrow.
"Well, where would you normally start?" Faith asks rhetorically.
"At the beginning?" Willow responds slowly in an obvious tone.
"No, at the end and work our way back," Tru points out, causing Faith to grin back.
"That doesn't make sense," Buffy replies, shaking her head.
"Sure it does. We know the ending, we just don't know why it ended like that," Dawn jumps in.
"We know I died and it was made to look like a suicide with the knife the Mayor gave me," Faith says, causing the others to wince slightly. "So, that leads us to…" she trails off.
"Where did they get the knife?" Willow states with a grin, having got it.
"They most likely had it shipped from the evidence room at the L.A. police department," Faith shrugs.
"Yeah, 'cause they couldn't bring it with them on a plane because of security," Willow says.
"We need to find out who checked it out then," Tru replies, looking at her sister. "You're going to hack into their files aren't you?" She asks Faith with a mischievous smirk.
"You know me too well," Faith rolls her eyes.
"You never told us you could hack into computers," Willow points out, remembering how they found out where Faith was.
"Yeah, well, the Sunny D gang already had it's resident computer geek, they really didn't need another one," Faith returns with a warm smile at the redhead, causing her to blush.
"Oh, hey, you can use my computer at work," Tru chips in after a moment.
"Let's go then," Lindsay chirps, nearly dragging Faith with her.
"We're going to the Morgue?" Buffy asks, almost incredulously.
"Like you've never seen a dead body before B," Faith snorts as they all exit the apartment.
The Morgue- 10:15 am
"Hey Davis," Tru greets her boss as they all enter.
"Hey D," Faith waves to him as she follows her sister in.
"Um, yeah. Hello," Davis stammers as the twins enter, followed by Lindsay and the others.
"Sorry, this is Buffy, Willow and Dawn," Tru introduces him to the other three women.
"Nice to meet you," he says politely with a nod of his head. "Tru, can I speak to you for a moment?" He asks.
"Um, sure. Hold on a minute guys," she replies as she follows her boss to the office.
"What are they all doing here?" Davis asks, more out of curiosity than irritation.
Tru sighs. "Long story short: Faith died and we're trying to stop it and catch the bad guys," she explains in a quick breath.
"I see. But who are all of those other people?" He asks, still unsure.
"Well, you know Lindsay of course. She's Faith's girlfriend. The others are Faith's…acquaintances from Sunndydale," she explains to him.
"Oh, I see. Well, tell that young one not to touch anything," Davis replies, looking out though the window.
Tru turns and sees Dawn touching tools over by a covered body on a slab. "Hey guys, come on," she calls to them, startling Dawn, who looks sufficiently embarrassed.
They all enter as Davis exits to do his autopsy. "So, let's boot this bad boy up," Faith says gleefully with the enthusiasm of a small child with a shiny new toy. "Unless you wanted to do it Red?" She asks Willow.
"No, you're the resident computer geek here Faith," Willow replies with a smirk.
Faith rolls her eyes, but smiles nonetheless. "Okey Dokey then," she says as she begins to work her way into the L.A. Police files.
"Why did you get into hacking files?" Dawn finds herself asking, earning a glare from her sister.
Faith smiles, never taking her eyes off the screen. "Same reason why I started picking locks…to fuck with other people's stuff," she grins as Lindsay and Tru roll their eyes.
"Faith…language!" Buffy admonishes.
"Whatever B," she humors the blond slayer. "Here we go, 'Evidenciary Records'. Case file 071386," she reads, remembering her case number. "Viola, 'Murder Weapon: hand carved knife.' It was checked out for inspection two days ago by…" she trails off.
"Special Agents Jackson Montgomery and Tyler Delgrassi. They're FBI," Buffy murmurs to herself, looking at a paled Faith and placing a comforting hand on the brunettes shoulder, much to Lindsay's chagrin.
"Well, this changes things," Tru understates.
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