A/N Sorry that I have once again taken forever and a day to update this fic. It just seems that my muses can't get a handle on it. I have a huge block on it of some sort. Just know that I keep plugging away at it, and am determined to finish it.

Eyes in the Dark

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Lilah Morgan nearly cackled with glee as she read the contents of the folder her assistant had just handed her. However, since cackling maniacally was not dignified, and, as one of the few women in a position of power at Wolfram and Hart, she always had to be dignified, the attorney contented herself with a self satisfied smirk.

She knew that the surveillance that she had set up on the members of Angel's wonder team back when they resurrected Darla would be of benefit. The pay off may have been a long time in coming, but what a pay off it had ended up being.

She had been preparing to recruit Wyndam-Pryce for a while now, but his former friends were making it just too easy for her.

They had exiled him, one of their own. They were practically handing him to Wolfram and Hart on a platter.

The senior partners had always wanted to turn a member of Angel Investigations, to take what they knew and use it against that person's old allies/

How much easier it would now be that Wesley Wyndam-Pryce had been ostracized by all those that he had known. Lilah had known that Angel would turn against him. The man had, after all, kidnapped the vampire's only child and lost him forever. But today Lilah had learned of the icing on the cake, of the thing that would ensure her success.

That pathetic little Winifred. The hick that Wesley pined for. Even she had turned her back on him.

They were the only people the man had, and they were gone. He was alone. Lilah would be able to lure him to their side in a matter of days.

She read over the file again, further formulating her plan of attack, when a small notation caught her eye.

"One female, brunette, early twenties, is now staying with Wyndam-Pryce. According to conversations overheard between Winifred Burkle and Charles Gunn, she is a cousin, Sarah Pryce. Will continue to investigate.

Lilah silently cursed, and not for the first time, the fact that whatever magical wards the man had placed on the apartment negated any listening devices that they tried to plant there. They would have to get more inventive, and find away to get past those wards. Lilah wanted to know who this new obstacle was. They didn't even have a decent surveillance picture of her.

Not that it mattered. Lilah wanted him. And whatever Lilah Morgan wanted, Lilah Morgan got.

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Lindsey McDonald pace in his shabby motel room.

The last thing that he had wanted to do was spend a prolonged amount of time in L.A. He was only supposed to be around long enough to get the girl out of prison, and then her presence in Wyndham-Pryce's life would take care of the rest.

Of course, he should have known that Lilah would throw a wrench into things. Lilah Morgan had been the bane of his existence during his time at Wolfram and Hart. He wasn't at all surprised that even now, when he managed to escape to law firm with his life and just a tiny sliver of his soul, the woman continued to be a thorn in his side.

He had been almost certain that when Lilah learned that Wyndham-Pryce, although abandoned by his friends, was not as alone as she would have liked, the attorney would have backed off to regroup.

Lindsey knew that Lilah had been planning to work her feminine wiles on the Englishman as a part of her bid to turn him against Angel Investigations. And Lindsey's nemesis did like to think of herself as the femme fetale, complete with the hair and demeanor from a 1940's film noir. She didn't even mind if her games of seduction included some friendly competition. However, like any good Wolfram and Hart employee, Lilah Morgan rarely ever entered a game where she couldn't be guaranteed a win. This was especially true when something personal was at stake. In this case, of course, it was her ego.

Surprisingly though, considering the unknown to Lilah woman involved in the equation, the viper had yet to back off, leaving Lindsey to ponder his next course of action.

If Lilah hadn't backed off, she was far more determined that Lindsey would have thought her to be, at least with this approach. It wasn't as if she had no other recourse for turning a member of Angel's team against him. After all, there was an angle that she could use to work turning every one of them.

There must have been something more going on. Whatever it was, Lilah wasn't giving up. She was even, it seemed, going to go all out and play the seductress to turn the former watcher.

At that thought, Lindsey wondered the fact that Wyndham-Pryce had once been a watcher was the driving force behind Lilah's determination. It would be quite a coup, after all, if Lilah could turn a white hat, and a watcher, at that. It would solidify her power base at Wolfram and Hart, and impress the senior partners.

However, as far as Lindsey was concerned, her hanging in with the tenacity of a pit-bull was a very bad thing indeed.

If the presence of another female in Wesley's life didn't deter Lilah, or if Faith was not enough of a cause for the watcher to throw Lilah as far away from himself as he could get her, Lindsey McDonald would be in very deep trouble indeed.

If Lilah wasn't going to give up, then she would be more tenacious about discovering the identity of the women who was now sharing living quarters with Wolfram and Hart's target. It wouldn't be very long at all before Lilah realized it was Faith, and even less time if she took to spying on Wesley herself.

Lindsey could never let that happen. It was why he was still in L.A. when he had been planning to leave as soon as Faith had been released.  It was why he was camped out in a cheap motel room, hoping against hope that Wolfram and Hart wouldn't find him there.

They always had an eye on the register of any respectable hotel, but the investigators of the firm steered clear of the rat traps until they needed to find someone specific.

Which they would, if Lilah discovered Faith. The attorney was far more intelligent than Lindsey would have liked to give her credit for. She might not even need to talk to Faith to deduce that Lindsey had been responsible for her freedom. After all, he had been the one in charge of her defense before he had gained his own freedom. And helping her, an enemy of Wolfram and Hart, would be seen as a blatant act of hostility. And he would be dealt with as all such problems were dealt with. He would be eliminated.

As much as Lindsey was against Wolfram and Hart winning this battle, he was no where near enough committed to the side of good that he was prepared to die for it, even if by his death he would be the savior of the earth itself.

If that meant that Faith had to be out of the picture so that Lindsey would be safe, than he would make sure that that happened.

The phone rang with a jarring shrillness, reminding him that he still had a person or two in his pocket. But they would be of no help to him if he made the firm's hit list. They were, after all, the type of men that would sell their own mothers.

Lindsey reached for the phone with his right hand, a permanent reminder of the power and corruption of Wolfram and Hart.  The ringing of the phone ceased as he held the receiver to his ear, although the ringing in his head seemed to be just as loud. He hoped that, whoever the caller might be, it would be good news.

"Yeah?" he questioned, the word a demand.

"Faith just left the Brit's. Looks like she's going hunting. Thought that it might be a good time for you to talk to her."

Lindsey hung up the phone with no further comment, grabbing up his keys and heading outside, hoping that talking would do the trick. He didn't think that he had the taste for murder, and he hoped that tonight would not be the night that he had to find out.