A/N: pleez R&R!
Reunion: Chapter 8: Interrogations
Two girls kidnapped in two days. There's got to be a connection besides the fact that their friends. Now what had the mother and girl said? Something about some sort of calling cards… Eureka! That's it! Inspector Kate Hudson finally remembered the drawings. What would this town do without me? Nothing, that's what, they need me. I was only assigned to this case because they don't have a large justice system here. She looked over the case files. Buffy Summers, age 20, Cali blonde, 5'5", there's a history of violence in her school records, too. Now why does that name sound familiar? Oh, my God! She's Angel's ex. The one he loved so much, he went evil. She quickly looked at the other girl's file. Willow Rosenberg, age 20, flaming red, 5'6", intellectual. Well, let's see, they both appear to be part of a group of some sort. Something tells me this guy is after the people in this clique, most likely the girls. She made a few calls and found out there were only three other girls involved. It's time to have a talk with these girls.
Dawn still couldn't believe it. Her sister was gone. She'd dreamed of this day for as long as she could remember. And now that it was here, and all she could do was cry. Everyone thought she was nuts in middle school, but now she was finally regaining her reputation. At least people were talking to her. She was in history class writing a note to her friend when the cop walked through the door.
"Excuse me, sir, I'm Inspector Kate Hudson, LAPD. I need to have a talk with Dawn," she said politely.
"Yes, of course," Mr. Johnson said though very curious as to what going on. Every head in the class turned. They didn't look surprised. 'Oh, God, let me die right now.' She slowly got up and walked past the curious glances to the front of the classroom.
"Let's go outside," the officer suggested.
Once they were in the hall, she immediately started her expected questions. "Dawn, did Buffy have any enemies?"
Yeah, of course, she did. She was the Slayer, after all. "No," she answered, knowing the detective wouldn't understand.
"Could you describe Buffy's relationship with Angel?"
"How do you know about him?" Dawn shrieked.
"We've met."
"Oh," Dawn was dumbfounded. "Um, okay, I guess. They weren't hostile to each other if that's what you're asking."
"No, of course not," she replied reassuringly. "Well, that's al for now. I'll be seeing you later."
She then turned – and without saying goodbye – walked away.
Tara was about to do a locator spell to find Willow when there was a knock on her dorm room door. She quickly put the ingredients away, and answered the door. It was an inspector.
"Excuse me, miss, but are you Tara?"
"Yes, what's the problem?" Tara asked fearfully.
"No problem. I just need to ask you a couple of questions."
"Sure, would you like to come in?" Tara asked politely.
"Thank you."
"Would you like something to drink?" Tara asked hurriedly, not wanting to be rude.
"No, thank you," the cop surveyed her surroundings. She remarked, "You seem to be very interested in the occult."
"Oh, just a hobby of mine," Tara said absently. She didn't want to say anything that might hurt Buffy's or Willow's reputation of being normal.
"Did Willow and Buffy share your interest?"
"No, of course not," Tara lied quickly.
"Tara, you should know that if Buffy or Willow were mixed up in a cult of any kind they would want you to say something."
"They were never in any kind of cult," Tara replied truthfully.
"Then what are you hiding?"
"Nothing," Tara replied, her panic growing with each moment she sat there with the cop.
"You do know withholding evidence is a crime," Kate Hudson smiled inwardly. 'There now, she's sure to spill the beans.'
"I am fully aware of that law," Tara replied calmly. "Now if you will please excuse me, I have some things to take care of."
"Very well, then, good day," and with that she got up and left Tara in her room to try her spell.
Kate Hudson was making a mental note of the conversation she had just had with that strange young woman. The girl was definitely touchy when it came to the occult. Then again, that's not surprising considering the fact that Angel is a vampire. Something's up. She could feel it.
Anya was working in the magic shop when the strict looking cop walked through the door. Anya put on a fake smile, "Welcome to the Magic Box. How may I help you?"
"I need to ask you a few questions… Anya, is it?"
"Ok," Anya replied.
"You know Buffy and Willow, am I correct?"
"Yes, I know them rather well."
"Were they ever involved in the occult?"
"No," Anya looked at the woman in an expression she hoped was one of shock and surprise. She couldn't let her know anything.
"Did Buffy or Willow ever have any enemies?"
"Yes, but they're all dead now," which was kinda true. After all, vampires are technically dead.
"Can you think of any reason for someone to kidnap Willow or Buffy?"
"No," Anya lied, knowing full well that there were many reasons for somebody to kidnap a powerful witch or the Slayer.
"I have just one more question. What is your relationship with Dawn and Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, and Tara Benson?" Kate asked, positive Anya would give a vague answer.
"We're friends. We all met in high school except for Tara who we met in college. Why?" Anya added suspiciously.
"Just curious," Kate answered vaguely before turning and walking out the door.
