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Chapter Ten

"Gunther, what the hell are you doing here?" Rachel asked in annoyance. "What about Central Perk?"

"You're not going to Central Perk," Gunther pointed out.

"But you have other customers," Rachel pointed out.

Gunther shook his head and dismissed the comment. "None of them compare to you."

Anya's eyes widened. "Yea, he does remind me of Spike," she commented to no one in particular. Willow's green eyes were just as wide as Anya's brown ones, and she nodded in agreement.

"Gunther," Rachel continued. "This is really sweet of you to be concerned, but this is my life now. I'll come back to New York later."

Gunther nodded sadly. "At least you're in the country," he told himself as a way of finding solace within the horrible tragedy he was being presented with.

"Right," Rachel said. "Now please leave, or we'll force you to do such."

Gunther nodded sadly once again as he headed for the door. "Bye," he said softly. "Sweet muffin," he added to himself before closing the bell.

"Anyway…" Rachel said in efforts to change the subject. She turned to Buffy and Giles. "I think I'm ready to take up that patrolling offer and do the 'Save-the-world' thing."

"But not alone," Buffy immediately added as she grabbed a few weapons from the table and placed them in a duffel bag. "Giles," she added to her Watcher.

Giles nodded. "Right, of course." He stopped as he looked out the window. More specifically, the Watcher was looking at the broad daylight contained outside. There were almost no clouds in sight. "Um, Buffy, who are we expecting to find on this patrol? It's sunny as the Fourth of July out there."

"Mausoleums," Buffy reminded Giles. "Whoever these vamps are, they have to be hiding out in Sunnydale somewhere. The only question is where."

Giles shrugged as he grabbed the duffel bag. "If you insist."

"I insist," Rachel pouted. "Shouldn't that be enough?"

Giles shrugged again. "Off to save the world then," he mumbled as he threw the duffel bag over his left shoulder. He turned abruptly to Anya. "You'll watch the store?" he asked.

"Of course," Anya promised. "I have to protect the cash register."

"That's my girl," Xander said fondly.

"Right then," Giles said as he turned to the two Slayers. "Well then let's go," he said. He headed for the door, and the two Slayers followed him. The bell dinged loudly as the door closed up against it.

"Well now what?" Monica asked curiously. "We can't exactly sit here all day doing nothing while we wait to find out if our friends are dead."

"Exactly!" Phoebe exclaimed. "We should do sidekick-y things."

Willow rolled her eyes. "Not a sidekick," she muttered softly so that only Tara could hear her. Tara patted Willow's arm comfortingly. "We could teach you a few basic spells," she offered Monica and Phoebe.

Over in the corner, Joey started cracking up.

"What is so funny?" Ross asked as he looked to Joey.

"She said the word 'spell'," Joey whispered to Ross as he kept laughing.

Ross rolled his eyes. "Oh, grow up," he commanded. He pulled out one of the large volumes of demon text he had borrowed from Giles' apartment. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some reading to do."

Xander smiled over at Joey. "That is my kind of man," he exclaimed proudly to Anya.

Anya raised a thin eyebrow at your boyfriend. "Don't make him your orgasm friend," she commanded.

"Ew," Joey exclaimed. "No, no, no! I only have sex with very attractive females!" He smiled, looking over at Anya. "How ­you doin'?" he asked.

"Hey," Xander injected. "She's mine," he informed Joey as he wrapped an arm around Anya's shoulders.

Joey shrugged. "If it doesn't work out, you call me," he told Anya.

Anya smiled slightly, happy for the flattery. "Ok," she promised.

"Anya!" Xander exclaimed in shock. "What about me? I love you more than anything!"

"He's giving me compliments," Anya pointed out. "You're not. You're saying he's your kind of man, which can give your girlfriend the wrong impression of you."

Xander smiled down at Anya. "I can give you compliments," he told her. "Compliments that no other person in this room could give you. I could give them to you right now."

"But please don't," Willow interrupted. "At least not here," she added.

"Anyway," Monica said, sensing that they needed a drastic change of subject, "how close is Sunnydale to LA?"

"Oh yea, I was wondering that too," Joey added. "I think I might try to see Gina and Michael while I'm here."

"Friends of yours?" Willow asked curiously.

Joey shook his head. "Gina's my older sister. Michael's her son."

"Hot older sister," Chandler put in. "Though she is a little flat chested," he said softly. "But she's still hot." He stopped upon catching the look Monica was sending him. "Not as hot as you are," he reassured her.

"Couldn't hurt you to say it more often," Monica told him.

"Just stating the truth," Chandler argued. "Ross, back me up!"

Ross nodded. "Gina's the hottie alright," he confirmed.

"Hey!" Joey yelled. "This is my sister we're talking about!" He frowned as he looked over to Chandler. "You say Gina's the hot one?" he asked.

Chandler nodded. "Yes, and so does Ross."

"What about Mary Angela?" Joey asked in an accusing tone of voice. "Didn't you like her?"

Chandler shifted uncomfortably. "Mary Angela was very nice, but…" he started. His voice trailed off as he had nothing good to follow that with.

"But she's not Gina!" Ross filled in for his friend.

Joey groaned. "I don't believe you two!"

"Do you have a picture?" Willow asked curiously.

"Think this is the spot?" Rachel asked as they approached the fifth mausoleum worth stopping at in the three cemeteries they've been to. The door appeared unlocked due to a struggle. It was definitely old as dirt and dust covered most of the lettering. In her opinion, it was the perfect place for a vampire hang out.

Buffy shrugged. "Guess we'll see," she said as she kicked down the door. "Honeys, we're home," she called into the mausoleum.