Angel POV; I.N. Headquarters

"You captured her. Why?" Daniel asked.

"Willow said Buffy was a good person. Shouldn't we give her a chance? It's not like having one more covet agent in the C.I.A would be a bad thing."

"She's beautiful isn't she?" Daniel asked, proving once again that he knows me better then I know myself.

"You have seen the pictures," I said dodging the question, as I tried to scrub the blond out of my hair.

"What do we do if she doesn't turn? None of the agents who have questioned to her have made any headway." Daniel said, taking a sip of his coffee. Daniel is forever drinking coffee. Daniel at fifty with his graying hair, and soft almost bedside manner, was by far the best pre interrogator in the organization. But as much as I needed Buffy to open up, I was not willing to force Daniel, the kindest of men to deal with a prisoner on the anniversary of his family's death.

"Set her free" I said, why wouldn't the blond come out of my hair? Well I guess I could always die my hair black, "But I am going to talk to her first"

Daniel turned off the water in the sink "Then keep your hair blond. We can't risk her recognizing you from a publicity photo"

I had completely forgotten about my alter ego: the Irish bachelor billionaire, who had an ever-increasing amount of money, and no wife to share/steal it. Liam O' Conner was famous in one world, and Agent Angel was famous in another.

"Great' I groaned, I hated the idea of being stuck with bottle blond hair for one more second, "I will look like a punk'

"This is about the fate of the world, not appearances" Daniel as always was right.

Buffy POV

I paced in my five by ten foot, plain white cell, completely depressed.

I've, been captured, and that's not good. Correction: that's horrible, a Shakespeare worthy tragedy. To make even worse, my captors were still at the pleasantry stage of the investigation. They were asking questions without inflecting pain, which only meant it, would be a matter of time before they began interrogating me properly. Particularly since I wasn't telling anyone anything.

The outer door swung open, and my sparring partner, still in costume entered. Maybe he always dressed like that? Hopefully not, because he looked like he would be fairly handsome, without all the jewelry, and the hair. Buffy I chastised myself this arrogant egotistical cruel, man imprisoned you. This is no time to analyze his looks.

The Man stood in front of the bars and stared at me. I guess he wasn't the talkative type.

"Hello" I said after a minute.

"Do you know why you're here?" the man asked

"Because I'm the enemy" Wow if only the answers to all question was that easy.

"Not really" the man said with a shrug.

"So you hold your friends captive?"

"Occasionally" The man said, his voice hinting at a dark beyond comprehension. That voice was more horrifying then any threat of violence could ever be. "But your here for another reason"

"To tell you all my secrets"

"If you want"

"Not really" I said trying to fiend a logical way to insert bite me into that sentence

"You are here to learn the truth"

I scoffed that would require him to talk, and from what I had seen so far that wasn't really his forte.

"You mean your version of the truth"

The man's lip moved slightly. Was he suppressing a sneer or a smile? "Why do you work for the CIA"?

"I thought it was your turn to do the talking."

"Fine" the man said with a shrug "Do you know why I help run The I.N."

He helped run this? They had really thrown out the big guns for me. "Because you're evil?"

"No. We live in a world at war. Foreign spies are everywhe ..."

I interrupted him; he was stretching my patience "Everyone knows that"

"Does everyone know that the great powers through their espionage decisions are arranging the division of the world?"

I remained silent, he must be lying. The man continued despite the fact I had not given him an answer "For example the CIA, in order to gain control of the oil, in Israel, would exchange another country for it: Canada, Italy, and South Africa. So the Soviet Union would run Canada unmonitored well the U.s. Would be in charge of Africa"

"South Africa's still free." But the other examples weren't, could he be right? The News reports had said that those countries chose to be under the Americans protection, Could the reporters be lying?

"Yes the I.N. did a good job there; we preserved the countries integrity, now we just have to do the same for Ireland."

"Ireland" I said quizzically.

"The CIA, has decided to give it to the Russians in exchange for a year long peace treaty, the whole deal is going to be ratified, two months from now on the 25th of March"

This couldn't be true, I would know about it if it were true. I worked for the CIA; I would know "You're lying,"

"Fine" the man said, this time I couldn't miss the sneer "Ignore the butchery that happens each time these countries change hands. Ignore the brutality of countries left unchecked. This was your chance for redemption, next time I won't be so kind"

His cell phone rang. And for the first time, his hardened interior crack, he looked scared for a second, and then realized, where the sound came from.

Angel POV

"Hi" I said into the phone.

Daniel's voice was on the other end, "We have to free Buffy. Now!"

"Why?"

"The CIA's getting suspicious about Buffy's disappearance"

"So? They don't know were we are or what were doing."

"Yes but there getting suspicious about Willow, asking her questions, fallowing her, tapping her phone lines. She thinks that they could take her in for questioning at any moment. If we return Buffy, they will forget about Willow for the time being"

I swore. And hung up the phone.

"Something wrong?" Buffy asked.

"No" I said preparing to leave. That's when Buffy asked a surprising question.

"What are you"?

I stopped dead in my tracks. "The same thing you are". That wasn't exactly true, but it was close enough. I didn't have enough time, to say more.

"What is that?" Didn't she know, for the first time her hard exterior cracked, and she seemed almost child like in this moment, the Warrior was stripped away from her. I couldn't comfort her now, later maybe. No I couldn't even allow myself to have that hope.

"I will tell you, when we meet again" I said as I closed the exterior cell door behind me.

Buffy POV:

I woke up in a field outside Macarthur's pub the world, spinning around me, through me. I didn't know what to do. The last thing I could remember was my white cell.

I got up the world still on a tilt, and walked into town, using a pay phone I got through to the CI.A, and Giles more specifically"

He was happy to hear from me, in till I asked to talk to willow. He was silent for a second and then he spoke. His voice course and dry" I'm so sorry Buffy. Willow was a double agent. She's been arrested for her betrayal."