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The ride back to Doyle's wasn't long. He lived not three blocks from the shady area where the train station was located. So Angel was surprised when he drove straight past his building.

Buffy stared out the window, not recognizing this section of LA from her time before this life. When a monthly trip to LA with Cordelia was the norm, they never came to this section. But Buffy also noted how much it looked like every other slum Angel and she had lived in. Her seat in the back of Doyle's black Pinto allowed her some privacy, while Doyle and Angel got "caught up" in the front. They were taking about baseball as far as she could tell, something about the Red Sox.

Doyle pulled the car up in front of a large building with an enormous door.

"You guys will be staying here," He told them.

"But I thought we were staying with you?" Angel asked his cousin

"Well now that I see that you have the little Missus with you I know my apartment isn't going to do." Doyle looked at Buffy, his neighborhood was even worse than this one he knew he they'd be safer at his Boss' place.

"She can handle herself in a rough neighborhood; she'll be fine in yours." Angel answered.

"Angel, if he wants us to stay here instead of his own more dangerous place maybe we should stay here." Buffy added making sure he could hear the fear in her voice.

"Fine just tell me Doyle, where is here?" Angel asked turning looking up at the building.

Here ended up being an empty building Doyle cleaned for a man who lived in England. Apparently it had been his office many years ago and he still used it from time to time. It had a very spacious apartment in the basement, it came furnished with a bed, couch, armchair, and full kitchen set up.

They settled into the LA life quickly, both having been to the city before they knew the layout and Angel quickly got a job on the docks. Buffy stayed in the building most of the time, it was very big and very empty. She didn't need to clean this apartment so she found her days growing increasingly long and increasingly boring. The place didn't even have a TV. It was one night about a week after she and Angel had come back to the west coast that she asked him about his plan.

"Angel? I need to talk to you about something." Buffy asked walking into the kitchen area facing his back as he prepared his usual after work dinner of a ham sandwich.

"What about?" He answered only glancing at her for a moment as he looked through the fridge for the mayonnaise.

"Umm well I have nothing to do all day and I was wondering if you think it would be alright if I got a job or something?" Buffy hated the way the request came out of her mouth. She hated the idea that she had to ask Angel's permission to do anything. She was her own woman and Angel didn't run her life.

"Actually, I was gonna talk to you about that." He said picking up his finished sandwich, "I need you to go to library and restart research on the Mayor. I think the library should have the newspapers from the last year. And I need you to see if you can find anything on the Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. That's going to be a web search, most likely."

"Ok that's good will take up most of my time." Buffy thought out loud to herself. "But what if I don't find anything we can convict him on?"

"We will there has to be a paper trail somewhere."

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She was nervous, very nervous. Buffy sat on the front steps of her school trying to figure out what scared the most her interview with the Mayor or the fact that Angel was picking her up in about five minutes. She almost couldn't believe what had happened the day before. They had kissed. He had kissed her. She had kissed him back. After that first kiss she had done quite possibly the dumbest thing she ever could; she said 'wow'. But what was she supposed to do after a girl's been kissed like that her brain waves just stop functioning.

A slow smile spread across her lips as the memory became clearer, after the first kiss and her 'wow' fiasco they stared at each other for a moment.

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There bodies still pressed up against each other only their faces apart. Then Angel was kissing her again, it was just as passionate as the first kiss but somehow softer giving Buffy the feeling that her body was just waking up. She lifted herself up on the table in order to get a better angle. After they both pulled away again, Angel spoke.

"Buffy." He said softly just barely a whisper he was still in her arms his hands still roaming over her back and through her hair. "We really shouldn't be doing this." He said softly smiling at her as he brought the hand that had been massaging the small of her back up to her cheek. "But for some reason it feels right."

It was her turn to kiss him; she had lifted her face up to his and left a feather light kiss on his lips.

"Buffy? Angel? Are you guys here?" Joyce Summers yelled into the house. Luckily the open door blocked her view of the dinning room giving Angel and Buffy barely enough time to untangle themselves.

"We're in the dinning room Mom." Buffy called to her.

"Angel how nice to see you., I thought your sessions on Thursday s ended earlier." Joyce asked perusing the pair. She took considerable notice of there disheveled appearances, swollen lips, and attempts to cover up there deer in head lights looks. She'd make sure to talk to Buffy about it later.

"Yes well something came up that we needed to discuss in further detail." Buffy answered, thinking about a certain thing that definitely had popped up.

"Yeah well I guess I should go now anyways, I'll pick you up tomorrow for the interview OK?" Angel said as he gathered his things off the table.

"Yep tomorrow, thanks again for the ride. If anything comes up and you can't make it just give me a call." Buffy said as she handed him one of his notebooks.

He left smiling at Mrs. Summers as he stepped past her out the front door.

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Buffy had been so lost in her memory she hadn't even noticed Angel's big black convertible pull up right in front of her.