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The sun shone brightly through the large windows, illuminating the wide rooms filled with displays. Buffy Summers walked through the rooms, stopping every once and awhile to study a sculpture or trinket. Half of the museum had been transformed into a display on geology. She noted that the diamond was situated in a small room to the far end of the building. She casually walked up to a painting of a mining town, and pretended to gaze at it as she studied the area. A small line had formed outside the room, and it seemed that only four people were allowed in the room at one time. A guard was posted next to the display, a rent-a-cop without a gun, but he did have a small can of pepper spray.

Rolling her eyes at the stereotypical overweight aged guard, she didn't notice the man standing behind her. So when she turned away from the painting to move closer to the diamond, she bumped into the man. "Pardon me, I'm quite sorry." She quickly apologized with a smile, "Best watch where I'm going or I might knock over one of these fine displays, and that would be a horrendous catastrophe."

The man she bumped into offered her a smile in return and chuckled at her slight joke, "I don't believe we have to worry about that dear. The glasses around the displays are quite strong." She noticed his English accent and tweed clothing. So, he wasn't from around the area. "I must apologize again for my rudeness; I don't know where my manners have gone today. My name is B. West. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir." The man blushed a little and took her proffered hand, "Ah, no need to apologize. My name is Giles, Rupert Giles. It is nice to meet you Ms. West."

"Mr. Giles are you interested in geology, or drawn by the main event?" asked the blonde after they shook hands. "Oh," said Giles as he took off his glasses and began to polish them with a handkerchief from his pocket, "I'm actually from the British Museum. I'm in charge of the Trebel diamond display." Buffy's eyes widened a fraction of an inch for a brief moment, "Extraordinary, that must be quite a responsibility." She quickly did a once over of him, to remember who he was. He could come in handy later. He was in his fifties, it appeared, with glasses and light brown hair. She was snapped out of her study by the incessant ringing of a phone.

She noticed a sheepish look on the older man's face as he dug around in his pocket, "Sorry, I haven't quite gotten this new technology down yet. Give me a book, I always say." She watched with a hidden smirk as he finally found the phone and tried to figure out how to answer it. After a few more rings, he finally found the right button, and he pushed it. "Yes, hello?" He paused for a minute. "Oh yes, right. It completely slipped my mind, so sorry. Give me about ten minutes and I'll be right out." He hung up soon after that and offered the blonde an apologetic smile, "I'm quite sorry to be running off, but my stepson and I are supposed to be having lunch, and I completely forgot." "That's quite alright, Mr. Giles. It was a great honor and pleasure to have this discussion with you." Responded Buffy, making the old man blush. "Yes well, you should join us. I mean, it is quite close, and I think you might find Liam to be a good source of company, much better than these paintings and things."

"Bingo." Thought Buffy as she nodded her head in agreement, "That would be wonderful; I hope I'm not intruding." Giles assured her she wasn't, and in five minutes they were out of the building and walking down the sidewalk. "We're meeting at a small café. They have wonderful sandwiches. Liam and I eat there all the time." Said Giles as he tried to make small talk. "Sounds delicious, Mr. Giles. I haven't eaten all day, and I'm famished." Replied Buffy. As they approached the entrance to the café, Buffy's cell phone began to ring. "Excuse me, Mr. Giles." She said as she flipped open her small silver phone. "Hello." She answered.

"Summers, what are you doing?" cheerfully asked Lindsey. "Ah, I was just about to have lunch, Frank. I was actually lucky enough to meet Mr. Giles, the man who's in charge of the exhibit at the museum. We were going to discuss the exhibit." Said Buffy into the phone; then she turned to the Brit, "It's my brother Frank." Lindsey laughed as he heard that, "Brother, darling? And here I was thinking there was still a chance. Oh well, I seem to have lost again. I was just calling to tell you that Travers called me. He wants the diamond in two weeks, now. So, if I may, I suggest that you start this little endeavor as soon as possible."

Buffy plastered a look of surprise and glee on her face, "Maria's having a baby. Oh my gosh! I'll be right there." She hung up to Lindsey's snickers. Turning to Giles, she stuck her phone back in her coat pocket, "I'm sorry, Mr. Giles, but I won't be able to accompany you. My brother's wife is having a baby." "Oh yes, you should go. Give your brother my regards." Said Giles as Buffy turned and began back towards the museum.