A/N: Sorry it's been so long! Finals are tomorrow, and I'm going CRAZY(er). I'm taking a short break before I study for Algebra 2. Ugh. No wonder I'm stalling. On a different note, I got pied in the face today!!! Yep. It was a canned food drive, and the freshmen won, so I got pied. Well, on with the story!
PS- I think it may be ending soon! ;P

Wesley and the others rushed down the stairs, only to find a bizarre scene below.

Two Wolfram and Hart employees were holding a scrawny man down, while simultaneously trying to avoid being eaten by Spike and Angelus.

Wesley surmised that the explosion came from the man, and that Angelus and Spike were simply reveling in the mayhem. "Gunn, Lorne, try and subdue Angelus and Spike whilst I interrogate the tiny man," Wes said, nodding at his two friends.

Gunn and Lorne went, not arguing at all. Gunn hadn't been the brawn in a while, but he still knew deep in his heart that that was what he was meant for.

Lorne didn't usually like violence, especially when it held the possibility of pain to his person, but he knew that the time to argue wasn't now.

"What's your name?" Wesley asked the strange man, trying his best to sound imposing.

The man was indeed scared, though not by Wesley's attempts. He was terrified at the thought of what his master would do to him. The man shivered.

"Aha!" Wesley said, pointing a finger at the man. "I see you are intimidated."

The man, despite the situation, raised an eyebrow. "My n-name is Leonard," he finally said.

"Who are you working for?"

Leonard frowned. "Just because I'm-I'm-SMALL, doesn't mean I work for someone else!"

Wesley stared.

"He never mentioned his name," Leonard said.

Wesley couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "You worked for a man, and didn't even ask his name?"

"Well," Leonard said. "I did ask. He wouldn't say. Also, the term 'man' is used lightly."

"Lightly?"

"Lightly as in he hisses and probably isn't human."

Angel and Spike finally returned to their chambers, after having decided to wait for a day. Like they could bloody well help us now, Spike thought darkly.

Angel sighed to himself when he reached he and Darla's room. He knew that he couldn't stop himself from getting a soul, but deep in his heart of hearts he almost did want to. He almost longed for the old days, when it was just he and Darla, and sometimes Drusilla and Spike. They were ageless; timeless. They were forever. But to Angel, those times were long gone.

Then he opened the door, and there Darla was, sitting at the powder table.

She turned around, brush in hand. "Angelus," she said happily.

Angel almost lost it. He almost broke for the opposite side of the world from Romania.

"Yeah?" That was all he managed to choke out.

Darla's expression never changed, even though she expected Angel to know exactly what she wanted. "It's time for you to brush my hair."

Angel gulped. "Of course it is, love," he said, walking forward and accepting the offered hairbrush.

They sat there in silence, Angel brushing Darla's long blond hair.

"Angelus," she said suddenly.

"Yeah, darlin'?"

"What has been bothering you and Spike?" Darla turned around in her seat to face him.

Angel froze. Darla had sensed that something was different.

"Nothing's wrong," he said, not looking her in the eye.

"Angelus. Angelus! Look at me," she insisted, putting her hands on his face and forcing him to look her directly in the eyes. "Tell me."

Angel opened his mouth to deny anything, but found himself unable. He closed his mouth for a second, then opened it again, prepared to tell Darla everything.

Spike walked into he and Drusilla's room only to find it empty. "Dru?" he called out. No answer. "Drusilla?"

He walked over to their bed, noticing the spot where she had been laying. The blankets were in a line, pointed toward the window. Spike looked up. He felt his stomach turn upside down. The window, which he had closed before he and Angel went out to talk, was open. "Dru," he had said. "Close that window. You'll let the cold air in."

Spike didn't really care about the cold; he just worried about what Drusilla could do. "But the nasty pigeon won't leave me be," she had whined. Spike had simply stared at her, waiting for her to comply. Whining, Dru had walked to the window and shut it dejectedly.

Remembering this, Spike was doubly worried. He turned on his heel and ran as fast as possible to Angel's room.

"Angelus!" he panted, opening the door and stopping Angel from 'spilling the beans' to Darla. "Dru's been kidnapped!"

A/N: This one is slightly longer, but I have to get some sleep! Finals! I'll write more ASAP! Thanks for reading, now please donate a review!