Here's the next chapter. This story takes place in season one of Angel. And for her looking like Faith I'm just going to leave that out. I tried to write that in some way but then it kept turning up bad. So I'm just not going to bring it up. I hope you like this chapter.

Tru got into the car and started to drive away. She still didn't understand why that man had gotten so fierce with her so quickly. Before going into the building he tried to stop her, like he was trying to protect her, then he went completely psycho on her.

It didn't matter she should get to Davis and tell her how everything had went. She was supposed to be working now anyway. Davis had covered for her like he did sometimes, not that she was sure anyone would even care with all the over time she put in. She was at the morgue night and day ever since she had found her 'gift'. Her sister already thought she was turning into some kind of nut job, and she was sure everyone else was soon to follow.

Why hadn't she just told him that she had known him? It would be way easier to understand, plus she'd done it at least a million times before. She just didn't want to lie to him, she couldn't explain it. The most annoying part of all was the fact that she couldn't get his face out of her head. Yeah he was attractive but that shouldn't matter. What about Luc. Aren't you concentrating on trying to get him back?

She tried to shake her mind free of all those thoughts. Thinking about Luc only hurt her. God, she was starting to sound like Lindsey. She smiled at that last thought. Right now she had to get back to the morgue. Davis was probably worried about her.

"So he's dead then?" Wesley said in quiet almost quiet voice.

"Yeah." Angel said in the same serious voice that matched the ex-watchers.

"So we've lost are only lead."

"Looks that way."

"The vampires that killed him. Did they know anything about it?"

"No. I don't think. Looks like Freddy dealt with a lot of demons, and drugs. Usually a mixture of both."

"Back to the drawing board then." He said looking at the massive pile of books in front of him.

"About the girl...." Angel started. "I don't know if she is part of any of this or if she was just there. I don't think if she knew anything though, but still. She could be part of Wolfram and Hart. Half of their employees are human."

Wesley looked confused for just a second. "The girl? Oh yes the morgue worker. Tru I think you said it was?"

"Yeah. I have her I.D right here." He said pulling a laminated card out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Wesley.

"Tru Davies? Doesn't sound familiar." He said looking at the card. "But she was still there. If she knew Fred then maybe she knows something, but then again I'm not even sure what we want to know."

"It's worth a shot. Best chance we have. I could go to the morgue right now find out where she is."

"I think it would be best if we gave her a back ground check first. To get a better idea who she is. We can probably find something on her."

"All right." Angel said taking the I.D card back. He looked down at the woman's face on it. Brown hair and dark other worldly brown eyes and clear creamy slightly tanned skin. She looked beautiful. He couldn't let looks fool him though. If there was anything he knew at all it was that a pretty face can hide one hell of an evil mind. But still he had a very strong nagging feeling that she wasn't someone who would hurt any one.

"I'll check it out tomorrow." he said not looking at Wesley.

Tru told Davis how the first few hours of the night had gone with the expected reaction.

"What kind of guy was this? Like gang? Hit man? Drug dealer? Crazed lunatic stalker?"

"Relax, I don't think he would have hurt me or is going to bother tracking me down to kill me." Tru said trying to calm him down. "He did save me." She said again with the memory flash of the man pulling her would-be-attacker away from her. He hadn't tried to hurt her at all. He even seemed concerned that she was hurt at one point.

"Tru maybe you should bring your brother or me along with you on some of you're.....saving people things...."

"Davis I'll be fine. I didn't get hurt today."

"Tru you were could have been raped and/or killed!"

"What?!" Came a surprised voice from behind. It was Harrison hold standing in the doorway.

"Harry! What are you doing here?" Tru asked surprised to see her brother here at this time of the day.

"I was on my way home. I was passing by and couldn't remember if we were still going to have lunch tomorrow so I- does it really matter?! What does he mean raped and or killed?!?!"

"I'm fine Harrison. The worst that happened was that I scraped my knee when I fell and maybe a small bruise from when I fell."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better because its you know it's really not."

"You guys sound more and more alike every day." Tru said looking between Harrison and Davies.

"Tru, there is a pretty big threat on your life every time you do this." Davies said almost as if reminding her.

"Well this is a fun conversation, but I have work to do, and Harrison, yes we're still having lunch tomorrow." She said leaving the room and putting her gloves on.

She knew she could have gotten killed. She had been terrified. She knew that, didn't they think she knew that? She just didn't want to be reminded of that every single day.

The next night Angel put on his coat and got into his car and started to drive off. They had done there research on 'Tru'. There wasn't that much but what they did find was a little bizarre.

It started with a news clipping from around ten years ago. She had been only ten years old. A man broke into her house, her mother and she were both home at the time; her father sister and brother were out. Her mother was shot and killed in front of her. They never caught the killer. He felt sorry right away. What pained him most was that she was ten years old. The same age his sister had been.....when she....died.

She was the star of her high school track team, her father owned some kind of big business, her sister was a drug addict and might still be one, and her brother had a police and hospital record a mile long, a trouble maker.

She had gone to college to learn how to be a doctor. She was supposed to start interning at a hospital but ended up at the city morgue. That's when things started to get interesting.

Her name appeared in the paper often. Always either saving people or involved in cases with people who had a very close brush with death.

Nothing about her hurting anyone. Only her helping people.

But still he should be careful.

He finally got to the morgue and walked in. He quietly looked around. In one of the nearby halls the was a man with blonde hair and a beard talking to a group off people. All of them mournful, some crying. A death in the family he reasoned. He walked quickly around them not to disturb them. He looked back at the man talking to them.

The man look back at him for a second but then turned back to the family. Angel would have given out a sigh of relief if he could breath. He thought for sure he would have gotten thrown out for not having an I.D.

He got into the nearby elevator and went to the second floor to find her, then went to the third floor. Nothing. He found one room at the end of the and carefully walked in. It was a dark room for pictures. He didn't turn the lights on. He didn't need them to see in the dark. He looked around. All pictures of dead bodies, of crime scenes. Except for one picture that stood out in the corner.

He waked over to it. It was Tru. She was slightly smiling and the wind was playing with her hair. It was in black and white which gave it all the more charm. He took the picture off the wire and put it inside his coat.

He knew that he shouldn't have taken it but they needed a visual back at the hotel and he was going to have to give back the I.D.

He walked out of the dark room and back toward the elevator. There was a young man with dark hair already in there, who held the door open for him. He walked in.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

They both stood in silence as the doors shut.

"Do you...work here?"

Angel looked over. "What?'

"It's just that I've never seen you around here before."

"Oh, no. I'm just looking for a....friend that works here."

"Who are they, maybe I know them."

For a second he wasn't sire what to say. He could tell the truth and probably raise more questions, or make up a name and have him know that he was lying. Better go with the first.

"Her name's Tru."

When he saw the man's reaction he wished he said something else. The man tried not to let it show but it clearly bothered him. This man knew her. Pretty well by what he could judge. Damn it.

"Tru? You know Tru?"

"Uh, yeah." He said a little awkwardly hoping that he wouldn't ask questions.

The doors in front of them opened before either could say anything. On the other side was Tru. She was reading a magazine but looked up at the sound of the doors. Her eyes were on the young man next to him for less then a second when they turned to him and looked him dead in the eyes. They held each others gaze neither moving their eyes.

She recognized him. Of she did it was only the other night.

Tru was looking right into the eyes of her dark handsome stranger.

Why was he here? Was he following her? He didn't seem the kind to hurt her but then appearances can be deceiving...

"You....hello?"

The man looked her up and down. "Hello." He said calmly enough. He looked to the side slightly at Luke as if to say 'He's still here. We can talk when he's gone.'

Luke.

She had completely forgotten about him. He was looking between her and her stranger with a look of obvious suspicion. Luke had wanted to get back to together with. Did that mean right now he was jealous?

Jealous of what?

Maybe the very handsome man starring at you right now if front of him.

"Oh, Luke. This is..."

"Angel." He said filling in what he knew she could couldn't finish.

"Yeah. We just meet." Luke said a little half heartedly. "I have to go."

"Luke..." she said looking after him as he left, but she wasn't really sure what to say. What could she say? She didn't even know what was going on. She turned back to...Angel.

"So. You're Angel."

"And you're Tru." That made Tru's defenses rise a little. How did he know?

As if he could read her face he answered quickly.

"You're I.D. You dropped it at the building. I found it on the floor." He said taking it out of his pocket and handing it to her.

"Thanks." She said taking it from him slowly. "Not that I'm not thankful for bringing this back to me and saving me the other night but...what are you doing here?"

"I just need to ask you some questions." He said with same calm. "I'm a private detective. I need to ask you some questions about the other night."

"Then why didn't you ask me the other night of freaking out at the end." She said recalling him yelling at her to leave.

"Sorry about that." He said awkwardly. "I thought you were with an organization I'm not too fond of."

"What?" she asked genuinely confused.

"They're a law office....but that's not the point. I have to ask you some questions."

"Why?"

"I....can't really tell you. Look, it's hard to explain I just need to talk to you."

"Fine." Tru was about to say more but then remembered Davis in the room just around the corner. He and Harrison would freak out if they found out who this guy was. And what if he was dangerous? She couldn't get them involved in something that might get them hurt. She had to get this guy out of here.

"Can we talk outside? I don't want to bother any of the people here, it's my break anyway."

"Sure."

She turned and started walking toward the door knowing that he was following her. Who was this guy?