Faith walked slowly towards Angel's room where she knew he was. She might as well ask him. She knocked quietly on the door. If he didn't hear her at all she wasn't going to knock again. She was about to leave when she heard him call out.

"Come in!"

She let out a sigh and opened the door next to her, and walked in. Angel was sitting in a nearby chair he looked up to see who it was. When he saw who it was he quickly shut the sketchbook he was drawing in as if he didn't want her to see.

"Hey, Faith. What's going on?" He asked with that all too familiar worried tone.

"Nothing's wrong Angel, you can calm down." She said. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to do something tomorrow." She asked not sure what he was going to say.

"Sure!" he said sounding almost to eager. "I'm mean why not. Why do you want to go out?" he asked trying not to sound too suspicious.

"I've got nothing to do tomorrow," she replied glad she sounded so casual. "I thought you could find something to do."

"Sure. We can find something." He said with a smile.

"Kay." She said and left the room and closed the door behind her.

Angel let out a quiet sigh of relief. He couldn't help the feeling of happiness that over took him. He looked down at the sketchbook that was still in his lap.

He picked it up and opened it to the last page he was working on. It showed a half finished drawing of Faith. He was glad Faith didn't see this. The last 15 pages were all drawings of her. Her smiling, laying down, sleeping, posing, standing. He loved drawing her, he couldn't actually be with her the way he wanted to so drawing her was the second best thing he could think of. He couldn't even imagine Faith's reaction if she found this. He stood up and put the book back away on his shelf.

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Faith sat in the lobby waiting for Angel. True to her word she had nothing to do all day and now it was finally nightfall and she was bored out of her mind. Angel came down the stairs smiling at her.

"SO where did you want to go?"

"Anywhere I don't care. I'm so bored." She said literally jumping up. She walked quickly over to him and grabbed his hand and started to pull him out of the building. Angel was a little shocked at her eagerness and energy. He smiled though glad that she was so happy.

"In a rush?" he asked.

"I told you I was bored. Can we maybe get some bad guys first? I have to much energy to do anything else."

"Sure."

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They'd been out for four hours. They went to an ally and dusted some people then left to go out to eat. They found a small restaurant on the edge of town. The prices were pretty reasonable but Angel complained about the prices anyway letting something slip about a 'tavern wench' he tried to change the subject right away but Faith was laughing her head off the rest of the time.

After that they just went to some of the parks and bars around town. It was about 1 A.M when they got home.

"We should do that again." Faith said still smiling.

"Yeah." Angel answered not showing how happy he really was.

"Night Angel." She said smiling and running up the stairs.

Angel waited a few minuets until he heard her door shut.

"Love you...." He said quietly and walked into the office nearby. He sat down at his desk and picked up a book on the side and started to read.

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Faith woke up early the next morning. Well, at least it was early for someone who had fallen asleep at one in the morning. She got up smiling remembering the night before with Angel. She loved those times. When it was just her and him. No one else around. She decided to see if he was awake.

She went down to his room and knocked on the door, though louder then she had the night before. This time there was no answer.

"Hello?"

Still hearing no answer she opened the door and walked in. The room was empty. God, did this guy ever sleep?!

She looked over on the bookshelf to see a maroon book, the one that Angel was holding the other day when she came into his room. She picked it up off the shelf and looked at it. I was obviously a drawing book or whatever the hell they were called.

In the distance she could hear two voices at the bottom of the stairs. She ran out into the hallway. She was about to go down the stairs when she realized that she still had the sketchbook in her hands. She couldn't let Angel see it, he'd think that she was snooping around in his room.

Okay so she did take something without asking and maybe that could be called snooping but still. She went into her room quick and put the sketchpad under her pillow and quickly ran to the bottom of the stairs.

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Angel smiled as he walked into his room. Another day gone by. He was tired. He Faith and Gunn had gone after a demon they finally caught it and cut its head off. He went over to his book shelf. He wanted to draw in his sketchbook. Where was it? He thought looking around. Slowly a slight panic over took him. Where the hell was it?! He could ask Faith if she'd seen it but then she'd look for it and if she found it and looked in it the would be a lot of awkward questions.

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Faith walked into her room and closed the door behind her. She undressed and put on her p.j's. She got into bed and put her head on the pillow when she realized it was a little lumpy. She picked up the pillow and saw the sketchpad. She realized she had completely forgotten about it and picked it up.

'Well I can't give this to Angel right now. I'll put it back in his room tomorrow when he's not in it.' She continued to stare at the book in front of her. 'What the hell is in this thing anyway? Angel wouldn't care if I looked would he? Its not like theres anything he hides from me anyway.'

The first pages were drawings of people she knew and didn't know. Some, judging by the clothes, were on this earth decades maybe centuries before she was born. One thing that amazed her was how realistic they all were. Leave it to Angel to surprise her when she was least expecting it. She was a little more then half way through it when she found a very familiar looking face. It was hers. Just her head and neck. Her face starring back at her with kind almost passionate eyes. Did her eyes really look like that? Or was that just what he thought her eyes seemed like. She was a little flattered. She couldn't believe that he cared enough to draw a picture of her, she was surprised that anyone would waste the time.

Still smiling she turned the page, to her shock seeing another picture of her. This time it was from a side view. She was wearing a shirt and shorts that she occasionally wore and her knees were pulled up. Her head resting on her knees with her head turned as if looking for toward the viewer. Again she smiled.

She turned the page once again. To see her again.....? This time standing looking up shyly, and slightly pouting her lips. Three of her? Weird but still it made her fell a little proud or flattered. Both. This time she was turned slightly away with her hand running threw her hair.

She turned the page to see.....her...? What? How many of these were there? She turned page after page. All of her. What the fuck?