Rona, Vi and Wood continued to search for Elektra. The search was not entirely fruitless, as it led them to discover the hangout of the eight remaining vampires in town. "You think she's holed up in a cave?," Vi skeptically asks Wood.

"Something's in this cave. Something demon, possibly vampire."

"How do you know?," Rona wonders. "You look inside?"

"A few of my sources fingered this place."

"You mean the demons who are scared of us?," Vi queries.

"Yes. Then I went to a few of my friends at the police department, and borrowed this." He shows them an object the size of a few bricks.

"What is it?," Rona asks.

"Couple pounds of C4. It should blast through the stone."

"Cool!," Vi exclaims.

"Were using explosives now?," Rona wonders, feeling that's a little beneath them.

"The demons said the vampires had defenses. Either I blow them up, or you'll have to break them down with sledgehammers."

"Okay," Vi responds. "I'm all for doing it the lazy way."

"Sure. But can we then find whoever it is that's snapping necks?," Rona requests, referring to Elektra's kill the previous night. The death confused them, since no one bit or drank from the body, as would be typical in a vampire killing. Robin was of the opinion that Elektra killed him to steal his car and flee Cleveland. Rona and Vi aren't so sure she's given up. As it would happen, they were all partially correct. Wood sticks the bomb on the ground between the rock and the wall. He retreats to a safe distance along with the Slayers, and presses the remote detonator. The explosion pulverizes both rocks, sending the outer one in all directions and the inner one into the cave, its shrapnel injuring all eight vampires, three seriously. The attack takes them completely by surprise. Never did they imagine their enemies using such weapons.

Rona and Vi take out their stakes and flashlights and rush towards the opening. But two alert vampires, one male and one female, pick up the two flamethrowers, ignite the "pilot" lights, step into the breach and pull the triggers just as Rona and Vi storm into the tunnel that leads to the cave. They see two small flames and can make out the outline of some sort of large, gun-like weapon. Thinking these are actual guns, since vampires in other parts of the country had shown themselves quite willing to use firearms against Slayers, they quickly retreat, only to be hit with streams of flame, causing them to leap outside and hit the deck, their clothes burnt and their hair singed. The vampires advance and spray their flames ten feet out of the cave, causing the Slayers to roll to each side.

"Holy shit!," Vi screams.

"What the fuck was that!?," Rona exclaims. The vampires alternate intermittent bursts, causing flames to shoot out ever every few seconds. The Slayers get the message and retreat behind the nearest mound. The vampires are momentarily elated before realizing they have no way of preventing the Slayers from returning and killing them in their sleep.

"Watch your language," Robin cautions, having never heard them cuss while on patrol.

"Sorry," Vi offers, "but we've never had the bad guys SHOOT FIRE at us!"

"We need grenades," Rona suggests. Vi smiles.

"Don't think the cops have any of those," Wood comments. "At least we got the enemy holed-up. Literally."

"Do I still have eyebrows?," Rona asks.

"You both look fine. I mean, you will, once you clean yourselves up." The Slayers nervously feel their faces to make sure. "The fact that they're resorting to these weapons shows how desperate they feel."

"I don't get it," Vi replies. "The other night they were so pumped-up. No they won't even show their faces."

"Maybe we intimidated them," Rona offers.

"Or their leader's really gone."

Early Wednesday morning, before the sunrise, Elektra arrives at LAX. She heads straight for the parking garage, where she lies in wait. Ten minutes later, a businessman in his late thirties walks to his car. Elektra approaches. "Excuse me, um, mister, I, uh, I need a ride. Could you be so kind as to give me one?," she asks with a polite smile.

"I'm not interested," he replies, assume she's some teenage prostitute trying to solicit business.

"I'm not selling anything," she replies, gently grabbing his left arm. "I just flew in from Cleveland, and I don't have money for a cab, and I need to get to - "

"Where are you going?," he asks dismissively, prepared to say he's heading in the opposite direction.

"That depends. Where are you going?" she asks while playing with his tie, causing him to pause for a few nervous seconds.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"That's where you're wrong." She goes bumpy, bites and drains him, takes his wallet and keys and drives south, for her brother.

Devlin slams Debbie against the wall and kisses her neck as she moans. Suddenly, she pushes him away. "Don't you need to get back to work?," she asks.

"Give me fifteen minutes," he proposes, lunging towards her. Deb pushes him to the ground.

"That's all?," she jokes. "You in the mood to disappoint me?" Dev smirks and stands up.

"Well, at least you want me to live up to my previous standards."

"For me, it's all or nothing."

"That's what I say," Dev notes.

"Guess we're starting to merge," Deb replies. She grabs his right arm and pulls a grinning Dev out of the room. "Let's go find your treasure."

"This chair would be great in the den," Theo tells Cynthia.

"You mean in your basement? Wouldn't your parents notice?"

"I'll tell them I got it from Luiz and Paul."

"You mean my friends' college boyfriends," she says with a laugh. "It's amazing how clueless parents can be."

"I find it comforting. Since, with our lives, they have to be clueless. Can you imagine if they even knew a little bit about what we were up to?"

"So we hang out with vampires," Cynthia jokes. "And kill other vampires. And some of us — well, most of us — have sex with vampires."

"Many of us at this very minute."

"At least we're not doing drugs." They both chuckle. Theo puts his arms around his girlfriend and they rock back and forth. "Theo?," she asks, sounding more serious.

"Yeah Cynth."

"How will this end?"

"You mean, will we burn out or fade away?"

"Something tells me burn out."

"So you get to play the doom-and-gloom role tonight," he quips, since one of them's always trying to convince the other that their wild life is too good to be true.

"What if Mel and Danielle get sick of their vampire boyfriends, and wanna break up? Something tells me they won't take that too well."

"Did they tell you something? Cause to me they both looked far-from-sick when they dragged their guys off to those rooms."

"No, they're happy. For now. But eventually you get bored with every toy, no matter how many exciting features it has."

"I hate to tell you this, but they appear to have some emotional resonance with Luiz and Paul. You know, like they're human. Which at times they do seem to be."

"Fine, there's affection. But all relationships end. And I don't see how breaking up with a vampire can be anything but messy and/or deadly."

"This is really about Debbie, isn't it?"

"No. Of course not. She can defend herself." Theo picks up the chair.

"Things happen for a reason."

"What!? Debbie was destined to be a Vampire Slayer, and we were destined to help her, and a horde of friendly vampires was destined to help us?"

"Let me rephrase that. Things DON'T happen for a reason. But if they work out, we make up a reason at the end." He slowly walks down the hallway with his chair.

"And how does looting fit into this reason of yours?" Theo drops the chair and breathes heavily.

"The police get to sell cars and homes they take from drug dealers. This is just another wealth transfer from the bad guys to the good guys. On a very small scale. Now can you help me with this chair? I think I hurt my back dragging that sofa out." She laughs and helps him. After a few steps, they hear a man scream and drop the chair.

"Was that Devlin?," Cynthia asks.

"Guess he and Debbie are having a little fun."

"Gross Theo. No, I think he found the vampires' money."

"Something tells me you girls will be going on a shopping spree tomorrow." Theo thinks about this. "Money from people who chose to get bit by vampires ending up in the pockets of people who choose to sleep with vampires. It's an interesting little underground economy we're part of here."

Harmony sits in her apartment on Saturday night, wearing red leather pants and a sleeveless pink top, staring at one of the diamonds Devlin gave her, when she hears a knock at the door. She opens it. "Sidney!"

"Harmony!" They embrace. Diego enters with Sid. "Lookin' good."

"You too." Sidney wears a short dark blue dress with white leggings and white heels. Harmony gasps as she looks down. "Manolos?"

"You know it, girlfriend. Dev passed around some of the green he grabbed from that ship you helped us take over."

"He is so generous. Look what he gave me."

"Diamonds. Yeah, he gave me a couple rocks a while back."

"And we didn't even have to sleep with him!" They both laugh. Diego, looking sharp in a dark suit and a light blue button-down shirt, with his hair gelled up a little like Angel's, is weary of all this praise for Devlin. Sometimes it felt as if there was another guy in their relationship.

"You don't want to, do you?," he asks.

"Of course not!," she insists, grabbing his butt with her right hand. "Not unless you find someone else."

"Who's better than you? Not possible." Sidney smiles, buoyed by Diego's love for her. In a way, she's become dependent on that love, but is unable to reciprocate.

"You got lucky with this one," Harmony concedes.

"So, umm, you're going alone tonight? With us?"

"I'll find someone soon."

"Looking like that, it shouldn't be hard. You'd do her, right Devlin?" He's at a loss for how to respond, since one answer would offend Harmony and the other might offend his girlfriend.

"That depends. Are you interested?"

"Careful what you wish for," Sidney jokes.

"She's right. We have a threesome, and Sid could find out she likes me better." Diego's floored by the response to his flirtation. Sidney's delighted.

"Girlfriend you got attitude. I like!" She grabs Harmony's hand and takes her to the bedroom. "Girl stuff," she tells Diego. "We'll be right back."

"You better be," he half-jokes, checking his watch when Sidney closes the door. All this lesbian innuendo was both titillating and frightening.

"I'm guessing you're over Alex."

"So over."

"Got anyone new in mind? Or, old? What about Spike?"

"Do the words World's Worst Boyfriend' mean anything to you?"

"Right. He tried to stake you and is still in love with a Slayer. Two big no-no's."

"He's actually dating a human. Some art school girl."

"You're kidding! I didn't know that was his type."

"Everyone's going with humans. It's like this huge new fad."

"Tell me about it," Sidney responds with a smile.

"So. How's Diego?"

"I think he's in love with me," she whispers. "No, make that he thinks he's in love with me."

"What's not to love?" They both giggle.

"Hotties like you and me shouldn't toy with little boys' hearts."

"Is some growing a conscience?," Harmony wonders.

"No. No no no. I didn't mean that like — you know — I cared."

"It's okay to care."

"Do you? About a human?"

"I care about Fred."

"You DO have a boy!"

"No. Fred's a girl." Sid grins and raises her eyebrows. "It's not like that. Not even close. She works with me. And she was nice to me once. When she didn't have to be."

"And you don't think that meant anything?," Sidney asks mischievously. Harmony's stunned by the insinuation.

"She's straight. She's dating Wesley. And so am I. I mean, I'm also straight. But not dating Wesley. Who I'm not at all attracted to in any way. Either of them."

"You protest too much. Am I making you nervous?," Sid asks flirtatiously.

"You? No! Hey. Are you trying to hit on me?" Harmony steps back.

"Relax. I'm just having fun." Sidney puts her right hand to Harmony's cheek, freezing her. Then she leans in and kisses Harmony behind her right earlobe. She backs away, and Harmony shivers. "You like?"

"Umm, umm, can we go now, so I can find a man?"

"Or two or three," Sidney quips before taking Harmony's left hand in her right hand and walking out of the bedroom. Diego sees the two women and wonders what exactly is going on between them. Sidney puts her left arm around his waist and drops her hand into his back left pants pocket, ameliorating his concerns somewhat. The three of them stroll out into the night.

On Monday afternoon, a smiling Gunn walks up the Harmony's desk. "Great work." She puts down the phone to shake his hand.

"Thanks," she replies, wondering why he's congratulating her.

"That was a marvelous idea you had."

"Idea? Ohhh. You mean the castle-boat. Yeah. Just something that came to me."

"I should tell Angel. With you present."

"Really." She smiles, eager to be given laurels in front of the boss who ignores her. They enter his office.

"Gunn. Glad to see you. We have a few things I want to talk about. What's Harmony doing in here?"

"This woman, I mean, this vampire, just made this firm ninety thousand dollars."

"I did? Where's my cut?" Charles laughs. Harmony was being serious.

"What the hell are you talking about?," Angel wonders. Gunn shows him the picture.

"The Excalibur. A barge in San Diego Harbor that was abandoned more than a decade ago, which has recently housed a vampire nest. Thanks to Harmony's tip, our security forces took control of the ship on Saturday, killing all vampires aboard."

"Why wasn't I informed of this mission ahead of time?"

"It was out of the way, and seemed unworthy of your time. In fairness, I didn't know about it until this morning." The reason he wasn't told was because it was a fake raid, since the vampires were already dead. "That's when I learned about Harmony's brilliant idea." She beams.

"Harmony? Brilliant?"

"We purchased the barge from its owners for ten thousand dollars, then turned around and resold it to San Diego County for one dollar. They're going to park it on a pier and turn it into a rec center with sports and afterschool tutoring."

"That's nice. Very nice, for Harmony." When did she turn altruistic? "But I don't see how that makes us any money."

"In return, the state gave us a one hundred thousand dollar tax credit. Governor Arnold's big into afterschool programs. It's his pet project. I think he said a good word about our firm today in Sacramento."

"Interesting. A little too interesting," he adds, casting Harmony a suspicious glance while he thinks through all the esoteric things she'd have to know to come up with an idea like this.

"Do I get a raise?"

"No," Angel curtly replies.

"Can I at least get a thank you?"

"Harmony, thank you," he grudgingly says. "No get back to work." She leaves the room. Angel gets up from his desk and walks over to Gunn.

"You actually think she could pull something like that off?"

"She said some vampires bragged about their new digs, and she did a little research on the computer. She's typing up these legal documents every day. You figure some of that stuff's gotta stick."

Around 5:30, Spike walks towards Angel's office. "Spikey. What perfect timing," Harmony curiously tells him.

"What's this about? I wus talking a nap." Angel explains the situation.

"Yep. That's got Devlin's fingerprints all over it. So I guess you owe HIM those ninety thousand dollars." Angel glares. "Lighten up. He did us a favor."

"So he could rub our noses in it."

"You mean rub YOUR nose in it," Spike replies with a smile. Angel charges out of his office.

"Harmony. A few words, please."

"Sure," she says, cautiously standing up. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Are you Devlin's secret agent?"

"What?" Harmony laughs.

"Is he telling you what to do?"

"No. That's your job."

"Spike says you've been hanging with Devlin after work."

"What are you, my parents? Yes, I've spent time with Devlin. Killing vampires! Since when was that against the rules?" She's got Angel with that one, and she knows it. Spike grins, enjoying the spectacle of Harmony standing up to Angel. "What are you smiling about, tattle-tale? Guess you really are Angel's lackey."

"You've been working for Debbie?," Angel asks. Harmony scowls.

"We've been on the same side. I've learned my lesson about Slayers. Angel, why are you so upset? I thought you'd be happy I was fighting against the bad guys. I know you won't let me help you, but what's wrong with me doing it on my own time?," she asks, implying she turned to Devlin because Angel ignored her.

"Did he tell you to do this real estate deal?"

"It's a boat," Spike blurts out. "Is that real estate?," he impishly asks.

"We talked about what to do with the thing once we'd dusted the vampires. Oh, and just so you know, I killed their leader. All by myself."

"That's wonderful, Harmony," Angel says with an I-could-care-less sigh. "But once again, we have the problem of you doing Devlin's bidding inside this firm."

"We came up with a good idea. I mentioned it to someone. You made money. Where's the harm?"

"Oooh. She's punning," Spike notes. Just then, a tall, superbly dressed, black-haired man exits the elevator. Harmony smiles and runs over.

"Colin!" They embrace and kiss. Spike can't believe his eyes. "This is Colin. My boyfriend! He's an international lawyer."

"At Schultz, Wyman, Collins and Goldberg," he says with an English accent. "Perhaps you've heard of us." Angel hadn't. Colin was assuming Angel's a lawyer. "Well, I'm sure Charles Gunn has. Do you know him?," he asks condescendingly.

"Know him? I've been his boss for four years. Did he introduce you two?," Angel asks. praying that's not the case. Harmony laughs.

"Oh no," Colin replies. "We met at a night club. She was dancing with her friends and I couldn't take my eyes off her." Harmony gazes up at Colin, then gives jealous Spike a satisfied glance. He rolls his eyes. "Are you ready to go, love?"

"You bet." She ostentatiously kisses him again, and they leave arm-in-arm.

"Did you see the way they were carrying on?," Spike gripes once they're all alone. "This is a place of business. Get a bloody room?"

"Isn't that what you two did?," Angel asks, referring to when Spike got his body back. "Is someone jealous?"

"Jealous? Piffle. I have Claire. Who by the way is a much better girlfriend than Harmony ever was."

"But it hurts. Seeing her with someone knew."

"That pansy? I feel sorry for the girl."

"An international lawyer. He must meet some interesting, well-educated people. And yet here he is, with Harmony."

"You think he knows she's a vampire?"

"Wait. You think that's his thing?"

"No. If that were his thing, he'd probably woulda died before they even met. I just wonder if he's found out. That's not the sort of secret you can keep for very long. Especially when you're shagging. Do you think they're shagging? Maybe they haven't yet."

"Yeah. You're jealous."

"Bollocks! I just don't like the way she paraded him in front of me, like she wus trying to make some point."

"She was."

"Remind me again why I'm talking to you."

"Good question." Angel walks back into his office.