"Take a left. Now another. And… there you are! Bloody brilliant, pet. You know how to find your way around a parking garage."

Faith pulled up beside the black Cougar that Spike leaned against and groaned. The more she talked to him, the more she was positive that she hadn't liked him in her previous existence. Looking directly at his face, she didn't think that she would like him very much in this existence, either.

"I don't have time for your games, Spike." She rolled her eyes and sighed. As nice as the car was that Spike had driven, the one beside it was even more eyecatching. She stepped past him and ran her hands over the sleek paint job. "This is Angel's car," she said, her brow furrowing. She walked around to the driver's side and peeked in. "Did you find Angel with it?"

"Would I be spending my time with a Slayer if I had?" He groaned. "Champion with a soul I may be, but I'm still a vampire, luv, and fundamentally, you being anywhere near me is wrong. I'd rather be back with the lovely science bird who knows just what to do to make a bloke grin."

"If I even believed for half a second that Fred thought you were anything but a science project, I'd actually laugh at that. Come on, Spike, spill."

Spike glared at her, and it was very obvious that he didn't like the Slayer anymore than she liked him. Faith was curious, though, as to why he'd picked one Slayer over the other. He could have just as easily called Buffy to come look for Angel. Faith was sure she would have jetted right back across the sea to find him. Spike's story about it being Faith's fault, since she was the one he was visiting didn't really jive with her. Neither did the idea that Spike cared all that much that Angel was missing. More than likely, Fred and the others had badgered him until he went to look for their fearless leader. There was still a lot that Faith didn't know about the past, and Spike was a very big part of that.

Before Spike could toss a witty barb, or not-so-witty insult, Faith's way, a closing car door made his head turn. Trish ran her hands through her hair as she walked around both cars. She took a look at Spike, then turned to Faith. "Um, yeah, what's going on? Did he find Angel without us? Because if he did, I'll be really upset that I was torn away from my impending photo shoot to come to New York. As you well know, I'm not in the best of moods."

Faith groaned and told herself that she was not going to hurt her. It wasn't Trish's fault that she was thrown into a situation that she really had no experience in while her relationship went spinning out of control. No, it was Stephanie's fault, and unless there was a really big present waiting for her when she got back, Faith would save the slapping.

"Trish, please. Spike found his car, but didn't find Angel. We're still all stuck here together."

"Wonderful." Trish sighed and turned towards Spike. "You're… interesting." She leaned against the Jaguar and looked at him from head to toe, then back up. He was dressed in all black, and on most it would have looked like he was trying to be tough, but he just looked comfortable. She had to remember that he was a vampire and didn't feel the heat, because her first instinct was that he should have been burning up in that leather duster. "Spike, I presume."

He grinned. For a moment, his smile brightened into what both recognized as a fan's insane happiness, but it quickly disappeared back into a lazy grin. "Champion of champions, luv. The greatest vampire with a soul that you'll ever see."

"Well," Trish said with a giggle, "I doubt Angel would agree with that."

"Angel can kiss my ass." He groaned. "Angel only gets to play boss 'cause he got his soul before I got mine. Hell with him, I say. If Fred hadn't made me come out here and look for him…"

"Aw, does Spike not like Angel?" Trish giggled again and patted his arm. "It's okay. He is a bit of a stuffed shirt, isn't he?"

"That he is, luv." Spike's lips turned up in a grin as he pushed himself off of the car. "The lovely Trish Stratus." He winked. "Just in case you thought I didn't remember the name of the hottest bird to ever step into a wrestling ring."

"Aw, you do know me. You know, I was starting to think you didn't know who anybody was besides Hunter. I remember you asking Willow to get you an autograph and well, you could have at least asked for mine, too."

"Ah, but luv, remember, I was livin' in a kayfabe world. I didn't know I had my very own WWE diva, let alone a diva Slayer, with connections. This time, I'll be right sure to get your autograph, as well."

Faith looked between the two of them and glared. On the one hand, it was good that someone was getting along with Spike. She was pretty sure that she would end up arguing with him, as it were. She didn't need Trish and Spike going at it like heels and babyfaces every minute that they were together. However, they had other things to do that were more important than flirtations between vampire and diva.

"She's taken, Spike." Faith stood up and sighed. "And Spike isn't allowed to hit on my friends."

"Since when do you have friends and since when am I not allowed to hit on 'em?"

"Spike…"

"Fine, fine." Spike grumbled and pulled a squashed pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He shook one short white stick up and caught it with his lips. He pulled out a Zippo and flipped the lid back. He lit the cigarette, took a long drag, then removed the cigarette from his lips with two fingerse. "I could kick Orton's ass, though, and you know it."

"Yeah, yeah. We're not here for you two to flirt. And Trish knows that she's not about to cheat on Randy with a vampire?"

"She does?" Trish looked up from where her fingers walked up and down Spike's arm. "I mean, I do?" She waved smoke out of her face, then took a step back and sighed. "Alright, so maybe I do know. But, Randy flirts all the time, so there's no harm in me doing it. Besides, I'm mad at him right now and would rather talk to someone who appreciates me."

"Randy does appreciate you, alright? There are just problems. Everybody's got 'em and right now, we have bigger problems than what's going on in our wrestling world."

"Yeah, yeah. Angel's missing." Trish sighed and stood up straight. She figured she might as well at least try to be helpful. She knew that she wasn't going to be any good when it came down to a fight, especially if it were something more than one or two vampires that they had to deal with, but she had an eye for detail. She could put her Type A personality to good use and at least try to find something.

Trish walked over to Faith and bumped her to the side, then peered in the window. "Well, whatever took him got him after he got out of the car because the keys would have been in the ignition otherwise. And…" She squinted, then put her hands up as a shield to see inside better. "There's something in there," she said, standing up. "A paper with some handwriting on it. I don't know if it's a clue or not, but that's not for me to figure out. That's for you to figure out. Just like figuring out how you're going to get in this car. Me? I'm going shopping, so…"

Trish put out her hand and Faith looked at her for a second. Her fingers waggled and Faith shook her head. "Oh no! I'm not giving you the keys to Dave's car!"

"I've gotta get around, Faith. What do you think I'm gonna do, take the subway? Not likely. Besides, I'm shopping for both of us because even if we do find Angel in time to make it to the photo shoot, you won't have anything to wear, and I don't wanna hear Stephanie's voice. I'll just pick out things that I wouldn't wear, and that'll work for you."

"Ya know, you're gonna get on my nerves."

"Yes, I know. It's a talent." She shrugged. "But I still need to get around."

"Take Spike's car!"

"The hell she will!" Spike looked at Trish and shook his head. "Sorry, luv, but my car's got the special windows. A bloke'll burn right up without 'em. It's the Animal's car or none at all, and I don't think the Slayer here wants to have to worry about what would happen to her gorgeous friend on the subway."

Faith glared at Spike and growled. "I hate you." Reluctantly, she dropped the keys in Trish's hands. "You be careful with that. If you break Dave's car, he's gonna break me, and then I'll have to break you."

"Yeah, yeah. I've got my phone, so if you need me, call me. But, you're the Slayer, so I don't expect you to need me." Trish smiled and waved at her as she moved to the driver's side of the Mercedes. "Catch ya later," she said, sliding in.

Faith watched her pull off and sigh. The whole point of bringing Dave's car was to avoid riding next to Spike. Now, she was stuck in the very situation she didn't want to be in. Too much time alone with Spike could end up with one of them dead, and more than likely it would be the vampire. She didn't know what was worse. Spike's impending dissertation on how much better he was than Angel, or Spike and Trish spending an afternoon flirting with one another.

"Alright, we've gotta get in this car, and I've got a photo shoot to get to, so let's find Angel so I can get out of here, huh?"

"You. On a photo shoot." Spike let out a harsh laugh. "I can't believe the Devil's Slayer will be in my next Divas magazine. There's somethin' wrong with that, luv." Spike threw his cigarette to the ground and squashed it, then pulled out a set of keys. He moved to the door and started testing keys. "That bird's right daffy, sometimes, ya know that? But she's hot as hell, too."

"And she's got a kick that's taken more than one vamp's head off." Faith leaned back against Spike's Cougar and growled. "Now, hurry up and get this door open. I'd really like to find Angel sometime soon."

"So you can play on the beach?"

"So I can get the hell away from you."

"Ah, if we could only have our wishes, luv."