A/N: Here is chapter Four. Hope you like. Left on a bit of a cliffhanger last time. So get reading.

Fred sat in her office looking through some paperwork and feeling supremely bored. Science was her passion but paperwork was not. She rested her head in her hands and massaged her fingers against her scalp.

The Slayer had shaken things up and she had only stayed for little over an hour. Now Angel was sulking in his apartment and wondering yet again if what he was doing was the right and Spike was off out with her making Angel's mood even worse. Wesley for his part had been pleased to see Buffy and Fred guessed that he reminded her of at least some good memories. Gunn had been salivating pretty much since she had come and Lorne had been buzzing around excited as he had finally met the 'lead female' in the 'saga of the two soulful vampires in love with the killer of their kind' or so he had pitched it to her. She could tell he was dying to make it into a movie – a blockbuster he assured her.

Fred had always wondered what the famous Buffy Summers would look like, be like, think like and though she had not exactly picked her brain she had to admit that the girl had power. The way she had dispatched of Angel's security team had been breathtaking she had sharp, hard, swift moves and they had been down within less than a minute. She had done this all without killing one of them although when she had taken three out with Angel's desk Fred had feared that they may have sustained brain damage. It had turned out that none of them had been seriously injured just their pride. It seemed that Buffy Summers knew exactly how much to hurt them without actually hurting them. The Slayer was dangerous but she looked like a prom queen and that's what, Fred guessed, made her so effective. You just didn't see her coming and by the time you did it was too late.

Fred looked up as she heard a ruckus coming from the lab she stood and walked around her desk to look out of the window that looked down on the whole lab. Her eyes widened as she saw Spike in the middle of the floor clutching the side of his head with dark blood running down his face and dripping down onto the white floor. She turned and ran out of her office, down the stairs and toward him.

"Spike! Oh my god! What happened?" She pushed her way through the crowd of scientists and grabbed his arm.

He looked at her blankly and then fell into her. Fred staggered backward as she tried to support his weight in her arms. They both ended up on the floor on their knees and Spike's head rested against her chest; she cradled his head feeling blood pouring over her hands and down her shirt.

"Get me the medics!" Fred yelled at her workers who immediately started rushing about "Someone get Angel and Wesley!"

She looked down at the top of Spike's head, as he was dead weight against her. As far as she could tell there was a wound in Spike's temple and it looked deep. She pressed her hand against it even though it really wouldn't help because he was a vampire. Finally Wesley arrived and rushed over looking at Spike himself. He and two other guys carried Spike over to one of their gurneys in the corner.

Wesley looked at Spike's wound "He seems to have been shot. Get me some pliers"

"What? Why?" Fred asked a little hysterically.

"I need to get the bullet out" He replied calmly.

Someone handed him the instrument and Wesley placed his hand on Spike's head to steady it as he plunged the pliers deep into the wound. The vampire's eyes opened and he thrashed around as Fred and three others tried to hold him down. Wesley pulled the pliers out and there was a small bloody bullet held in them. Spike screamed in pain and his face morphed to vampire as he shot his hand up and wrapped it around Wesley's throat. Fred picked up a fire hydrant and cracked it against Spike's arm as Wesley started to gag.

Spike's arm dropped and someone rushed up with a syringe, which they plunged into Spike's arm that two others held down. The vampire thrashed about and gnashed his teeth and then suddenly his eyes widened and then closed as he was sedated.

"Someone shot Spike?" Fred asked taking deep breaths.

"It would appear so," Wesley replied rubbing his throat "The question is who?"

She ran her hand down the vampire's face "Is he going to be all right? Can he have brain damage?"

"Spike? I'd say yeah," Angel said darkly as he had appeared beside them arms folded.

Fred's eyes widened "Angel! He got shot!"

"I can see that" Angel said

"Any ideas on who did it?" Wesley questioned quietly.

"Nope" Angel replied casually.

Fred looked at him "Angel, Spike is seriously hurt. Someone did this to him, don't you care?"

"Honestly? Not really"

Wesley and Fred looked at the dark-haired vampire.

When Buffy woke up naked and manacled to the ceiling by long chains fixed around her wrists and inside a cage she was not best pleased. She blinked over and over again as her vision cleared because the drugs had pretty much worn off but she was still drowsy. They must have given her enough to sink two full sized elephants. She had no idea how long she had been out but it must have been quite long because she felt like crap.

She looked around hazily and seemed to be in some kind of dungeon – it was dark, dank and there was a heavy door with a barred window so Buffy was guessing it was a dungeon. The Slayer pulled on her chains weakly at first and then as she regained her strength she pulled on them harder and harder but they refused to budge and she was betting that they were made of titanium or whatever other metal was basically unbreakable without a blowtorch.

It was freezing and she didn't know if that was because she was naked or because it was just really cold wherever she was being held. Her shoulders felt like they were being dislocated from the angle they were being held above her head by the chains and because she was so short her toes were only just touching the ground and it made it so that almost all her weight was on her wrists. Whoever the guys were who had taken her they knew their stuff.

Buffy remembered them now – black commandos with weaponry...mmh, where had she seen that before? But Angel wouldn't have done this to her and she was one hundred percent sure of that. It could be that his guys were working on their own accord but she couldn't be sure of that.

The Slayer flexed her arms again and tried again again on her chains but all she got from that was cut up wrists.

"Well, I can honestly say that I have woke up in a few strange places but this..." Buffy looked around, at the cold stone floor, stone walls "...this is one of the nicest"

She was feeling more that a little self-conscious hanging there naked but she tried to make light of it. God, if only Giles could see her now...or actually no, that was probably a bad, bad idea what with the nakedness. Still, she was sure he would be proud of the way she was handling things.

"You've been out for hours" Came a small female voice to the side and slightly behind her.

Buffy started and then turned her head at a painful angle and saw that off to the left and behind her was another giant cage and inside was a tall, lithe, brunette who was also naked and chained upright to the ceiling. Her long brown hair covered her chest but that was about it and from beneath the veil of hair were large scared brown eyes. She was a pretty girl but she was also bruised and battered and cold and scared – Buffy could sympathize. The Slayer noticed several cuts and puncture wounds all over her body.

"Who are you?" Buffy asked.

"My name is Katia" The girl said defiantly "And you are?" Her accent was slightly Russian.

"Buffy" She replied "Who's keeping us here?"

The girl shrugged "Good question. I've been here for...too long. All I know is that every day they come and they...cut me, take my blood"

Buffy looked at her "They don't drink it do they?"

"What? No! Why would they?" She cried, "They take it away in bottles...I don't know what they do with it. I just know that is hurts and that a girl died two weeks ago because they took too much"

"Are we the only two here?"

"For now" Katia nodded.

"When do they come to collect the blood?" Buffy asked looking back at the door.

"Every day...early afternoon, I don't know what time exactly. I don't even know what month it is"

"February"

"So that's why it's so cold"

Buffy took a breath "The lack of clothes probably doesn't help that"

"God, I'm never gonna get out of here, am I? I'm gonna die like that other girl...we both are" Katia bowed her head and took a few deep breaths "Oh God"

"We aren't gonna die" Buffy said confidently.

"How do you know?"

The Slayer looked back at her with serious eyes "Because I won't let us die. I've been through a hell of a lot worse than this and, frankly, I'm not even worried. Whatever they throw at us. We can get through this. I just saved the world and lived through it – I am not going out because of my universal donor status. No way"

Katia paused the nodded "Okay. You sound pretty sure. I believe you"

Buffy frowned then nodded slowly "Okay. Great" She turned back around to face the door and tilted her head "That was easier than I thought it would be"

Right then the heavy locks on the door were drawn back and the heavy wooden door was pushed open, two men entered and shut and locked the door behind them. Both were dressed in expensive looking suits tailored to fit them.

The first man was around thirty with black hair slicked against his head and ice cold blue eyes. His jaw and cheekbones with chiseled and he was clean-shaven, his eyebrows were perfectly plucked and his sideburns were short and clipped. The gray suit fit his body nicely showing off his muscled physique, his skin was tanned just right and his teeth were bright white. He was the poster boy for business chic.

The second man was around the age of fifty with silver-gray hair that was cut short and fine it didn't cover any of his forehead and was shaven very neatly around the temples as ears – it looked like it had just been cut. His eyes were also blue by they were a darker blue and his skin tone was paler – his face angular and her had a small nose, with soft pale lips. His face was nearly devoid of wrinkles except for thin crow's feet by his eyes and smile lines around his lips – he was a smiley person, go figure. His suit was black with a black shirt and white tie. The man held a black briefcase in his hand whereas the other man held nothing. Both were very handsome – and also evil.

Buffy looked between them and saw them both look her completely over the gray haired man grinned but the other did not, just registered her appearance and showed no facial expression.

"Hey," Buffy spoke conversationally "You know, it's a little chilly in here. I don't want to catch a cold"

The older man chuckled "We'll bear it in mind, Miss Summers"

So they knew her name – the plot thickens.

"Great. So how about you also bear in mind letting me go before I smash your face in," Buffy said also in a conversational tone.

He took a few steps back and put his hands up laughing "Woah, now that was scary. I really don't think you're in any position to make threats"

"Promises" Buffy corrected "So, I heard you want our blood. Wanna share why?"

"No" The dark haired man spoke finally in a deep rolling base of a voice.

She flicked her eyes over to him and looked him over.

"Oh, I think we can tell Buffy," The other man grinned "She's a pro. Well, as you're aware you changed things drastically in the world of the Slayers, Buffy. Vampires still exist and still want to kill you and drink your blood. They may not be able to kill you but now they can drink your blood"

Buffy looked into the old man's eyes and she understood. She understood and it disgusted her. Katia and the girl that had died before her had been Slayers and neither had probably known it. They were taking their blood and selling it to vampires on the black market. Slayer blood was the champagne, the vintage wine of the vampire scene. Now they could but it in a bottle. That was a cheery thought.

"For a price" Buffy showed all her disgust on her face.

He nodded "Of course. We're not gonna risk our lives for nothing, are we?"

"Vampires!" Katia cried, "Are you all crazy?"

The older man ignored her and looked straight at Buffy "Of course you are the Slayer, Buffy. So we can charge more for your blood. Its power is pure. Every other Slayer's blood is slightly diluted of that power. We're very excited"

"I can see that" She looked down pointedly at his crotch.

He looked down then back up at her and laughed "Hey, I'm just a normal red-blooded man"

"No, you're really not" Buffy spoke low and dangerous "'Cos normal guys do not take girls hostage and drain them of blood. It's really considered kind of rude"

The two men looked at each other and then the older man with the briefcase put it down on the floor and then opened it up right about that time Katia began to whimper and Buffy knew it was time for pain. He pulled out two syringes one filled with something and one empty and then handed it to the younger, quieter man.

"So, how'd you find out I was in town?" Buffy asked keeping her eyes on those needles.

"We're all one big happy family in L.A" The gray haired man stood and dusted his hands "Word gets around. You're known throughout the world Buffy, you can't go anywhere or do anything without people like us knowing"

The Slayer rolled her eyes "Melodramatic. In other words someone from Wolfram and Hart tipped you off. I'm thinking you are one of their many valued customers who deals in the demon black market"

"I couldn't possibly say" He smiled and clutched his hands in front of himself.

Buffy watched as the younger man walked up to her cage and unlocked it with a set of keys he had clipped to his waistband. He walked in and then locked the door behind himself, turning around to face her his eyes held no emotion. The man brandished the empty syringe first.

"You two got names?" Buffy tried to move away but her feet didn't reach the ground properly.

"You can call me Mr. Gray" The older man smiled "And he is Mr. Black"

"Original" She snorted.

Mr. Black was moving toward her and she didn't want him anywhere near her. She grabbed her chains with her hands and jumped off the floor then swung towards him to smack her feet into his chest. Or at least that was her intention but he moved so fast she didn't have a chance.

"Oh, of course; vampire" Buffy groaned.

Mr. Black the vampire was behind her and before she knew what had happened he had wrapped one arm around her legs and was crouching down on the floor so she was unable to move. Buffy really didn't like the idea of him being behind her that close to...naked private things. But it seemed sex was not on his mind just blood. Mr. Black stuck the needle into the back of her upper thigh and she winced trying unsuccessfully to shake him off. He was a powerful vampire and she wasn't at full strength. A few moments later he withdrew the needle and then stuck the second one into her leg and she felt liquid enter her body. Crap was all she could think as her vision began to blur again.

Buffy was conscious for long enough to see Mr. Black withdraw from her cage with one empty syringe and one full of her blood. Then she saw nothing more.

Spike's eyes burst open "Buffy!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

The vampire tried to sit up but found he was strapped down to a gurney by leather bindings he yelled and thrashed as he looked up at the white ceiling and pain throbbed in his head. Fred's face suddenly hovered over him and she was saying something to him over and over again and it took him a few minutes to hear it clearly enough to realize it was his name. He moved his head rapidly to both sides and saw the whole of Team Angel stood around him in one of their medical rooms.

"Let me bloody go!" He cried, "Get these things off me!"

Spike struggled and morphed back and forwards between vampire and human face. Fred placed a pack of ice on his head and it was such a shock to the system he shivered at the feeling of it but it felt good, nice. He calmed a little and lay still and then he remembered Buffy and went crazy again.

"Spike, you've been shot in the head" Wesley was saying, "You need to calm down. We haven't been able to establish if –"

"Buffy!" Spike said frantically his eyes bulging "You don't understand! They took her! They took her!"

Angel strode across the length of the floor and grabbed the front of Spike's T-shirt pulled him right up into his face and looked at him with eyes full of fire and promises of pain.

"Who took Buffy?" He growled.

"I don't know! There were these guys in...in a van and...they were..." Spike's brain was all muddled.

The other vampire shook him "They were what? What did they look like? What?"

"Angel!" Wesley looked at him sternly "Spike was shot in the head there's no telling what sort of damage that has done to his memory or –"

"Where is she?" Angel hissed spitting into Spike's face as he spoke.

"I don't...I can't..." Spike yet out a long, terrible scream as pain tore through his head and down his back.

Angel let go as Spike fell back against the gurney and began to thrash around. His eyes rolled back in his head and his screams ceased until all he did was go rigid and not make a sound. Fred looked wide-eyed at Wesley and the two of them tried to understand what was happening.

"Spike? Spike!" Fred called taking the vampire's face in her hands.

Angel turned on his heel and started to the door pulling his jacket on as he went.

"Yo, Angel!" Gunn called after him "Where you going?"

"Someone's got Buffy. I'm gonna find out who" He didn't look back.

Gunn followed him "I'm comin' with"

Fred turned to Wesley "Shall I get the supernatural medic in here?
"I think it would be wise" He nodded.

Angel waked to the elevator and stepped in and Gunn came a second later. He pressed the button for the basement floor and then stood in the elevator and balled his fists. Gunn stood next to him and looked at him sideways not sure if speaking to him right now was a good idea so he didn't bother.

When they reached the basement they found Eve there in the records room she was chatting to the guy on the desk and being flirtatious as usual. Angel stormed up to her and just looked at her menacingly with Gunn at his back.

"Can I help you, boss?" Eve grinned but quirked an eyebrow as if she were being sincere.

"Where is Buffy?" Angel folded his arms.

She mock-frowned "Who?"

"Buffy"

"Buffy...Buffy...the Slayer? Well, I guess she's in Europe" Eve tilted her head "Right?"

Angel shook his head "Cut the crap, Eve. You know she's been here and I know you've had a surveillance team on her without my permission"

"And how would you know that?"

"Because that's the kind of scum you are," He said coldly.

Gunn stepped forward "You better tell him. Shame to get that pretty face messed up"

"That a threat?" Eve looked at him, amused.

He shook his head "I'm a lawyer, I don't make threats. I just advise"

"Well, I'm sorry, guys but you're wrong" She looked back at Angel "I wasn't even aware Miss. Summers had come to L.A"

"You are lying" Angel hissed "You expect me to think that you wouldn't notice a visit from a Slayer. There are mystical barriers all over this place and you didn't pick up on her?"

Eve shrugged "Maybe she's just not as powerful as you think she is"

It was then that Angel snapped and grabbed Eve by the neck shoving her down on the desk and pinning her there. Papers went flying everywhere and the man behind the desk jumped up and scurried out after excusing himself. Even as Angel's hand tightened around her throat the brunette smiled up at him although she was trying to inhale desperately.

Gunn put a hand on his shoulder "Ease up man. You don't want to kill her"

"Don't I?" Angel answered but didn't stop looking into the woman's eyes.

"No because she's human. More or less"

Angel let go of Eve's neck but continued to look down at her and she stayed down on the desk and looked up at him taking deep breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Where is she, Eve?" Angel asked.

She sighed "Well, you're wrong actually we don't have a team watching her but..."

"But what?" His tone demanded an answer.

"But, we did have one on Spike. And, well, he was out with a blond beauty this evening, if I'm not mistaken" Eve looked at Angel and their was delight in her eyes, delight in hurting him.

Angel felt his jaw clench "Where is the tape?"

Ten minutes later Angel sat in his office with Fred, Gunn, Wesley and Lorne all sitting around on the couch's as he stood. The tape started and it showed Spike wandering around this morning, Angel fast-forwarded it past Spike's hug with Buffy in Fred's office and he felt his fist clench. He fast-forwarded it all the way until they saw Spike standing around outside of Wolfram and Hart at nighttime. They saw Buffy arrive and Gunn let out a whistle at her outfit. Angel shot him a look and the man shut up.

The group saw Spike and Buffy going into and coming out of various clubs but he fast-forwarded that until he saw them walking up a dark street. At first they were just talking but then they started arguing about it – they couldn't hear any sound but it looked pretty heated. Spike turned and stormed away and then Buffy started after him. That was when the large van tore around the corner and they watched Buffy fight and get drugged and pulled into the back of the van. They saw Spike jumping on the van and then getting shot and falling off. Angel rewound it and saw there were no license plates on the van and he wasn't surprised.

Still he sent Wesley off to check on the database for vans of that make in garages to see if they had tried to get the front window repaired. It was a long shot but all they really had.

Angel turned to Fred, Gunn and Lorne "Any ideas?"

"Trained commandos?" Lorne looked at Angel "Can't think were you could find some of those"

"It does kind of look like..." Fred trailed off.

"Wolfram and Hart" Angel spoke darkly.