He walked out the building and down the main street, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
When he looked at Cordelia he saw a beautiful goddess but when she looked at him all she saw was a clone of a guy she'd used to make out with in a broom closet in high school.
He sighed as he walked to his apartment automatically and soon arrived at his door.
When he went in he felt someone else's presence in the apartment, the demon side of him just took over, he turned around and saw a guy sat in the shadows on his couch.
"Hey how the hell did you get in here?" asked Doyle reaching for the dagger he kept in the pocket of his jeans.
"Whoa hang on there mate, I'm only here to help ya. Well that's what the powers that be want me to do anyway." said the other male as he immerged from the shadows.
Doyle heard the tint of a Scottish accent and the accent seemed to match the person he saw. Red hair, green eyes, dressed in a grunge style outfit from the denim jacket covered in badges to the battered doc martin boots.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Doyle cautiously.
"The name's Finlay. Power's that be sent me, seemed to think their little messenger needed a little boost with somat." said Finlay getting up from the couch as Doyle took off his jacket and sat on his bed.
"And what would that be hm? My life is bloody perfect as it is thanks to them." said Doyle.
"Aside from the fact you lie in this crap hole, work for a vampire with a guilty conscience after he got his soul back and a starlet your madly in love with and you owe money to pretty much everyone in the entire city." said Finlay with a raised eyebrow.
Doyle sighed, "And your point is?"
"You can't keep living like this Doyle, while I was waiting for ya I swear I saw nine mice and at least eleven cockroaches run across the floor, yuck." said Finlay stepping on a cockroach as he walked toward Doyle.
"What else do you expect? Like you said I owe money, heck I happen to owe money to my landlord too come to that. So unless you can help me with my money problem, get out," said Doyle firmly.
"Fine, but I was sent here to help you with your love interest not give you money to cover your debts," sighed Finlay.
"And how do you expect to do that?" asked Doyle.
"Hey I'm just a messenger like you mate. I'm supposed to help you and I'd expect more gratitude from ya mate." said Finlay cringing as he squashed another cockroach.
Doyle rolled his eyes.
"Well let's get down to business then boyo if you have no more objections." grinned Finlay grabbing Doyle by the arm and pulling him out the apartment.
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Cordelia went back to the office after her nap to check on Doyle only to see he was gone and her diary entry was open on the screen.
She groaned irritably, why hadn't she just deleted that damned thing before he'd got to it?
"You shouldn't have let him see that, should you?" asked a voice making her jump.
Cordelia closed the document and turned to see a female stood in the doorway to the office, she had long red hair and bright green eyes and was dressed in clothes that Cordelia only saw in shop windows and fashion magazines.
She was dressed in a designer pair of jeans, a von Dutch top and was holding a small Gucci bag making Cordelia feel like a fashion reject.
"And you shouldn't sneak up on people, gawd you nearly gave me a heart attack." said Cordelia.
"Sorry hon. I should have been more sensitive, you were obviously having a moment. Fin's always telling me that," sighed the female.
"Who are you exactly?" asked Cordelia sitting down.
"I've been sent by the powers that be to help you with something." said the female.
"You must be looking for Doyle? He's not here." said Cordelia.
"No Hon you misunderstand me. I'm looking for you, fin's dealing with Doyle." assured the female.
"Who are you? And who the hell is fin?" asked Cordelia.
"I'm Felicia and fin is my twin brother," said Felicia.
"Ah, but that still doesn't explain why you're here." said Cordelia.
"I've been told that I'm supposed to help you with a love interest problem." said Felicia.
"And what problem is that? How the hell do you even know I have a problem?" asked Cordelia.
"Cordy, Hon, me and my brother just know these things, in a way its our curse to meddle in other people's lives." said Felicia.
"You must be the people in Doyle's vision." said Cordelia.
"Nope, the person in his vision is like us only she turns people against each other." said Felicia.
"So Angel is on the right track?" asked Cordelia.
"Of course he is. Stop worrying about your boss he can take care of himself... I mean come on he's a vampire. I'm here to help you with your life," said Felicia.
Cordelia smiled appreciatively at the redhead.