A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed. Please keep them up. This chapter is a wee bit on the 'racey' side with some of the conversation (led by none other then Sarai.)
Sarai and Ryan now found themselves in what seemed to be a storage closet. They both gave one another a strange look before opening the closet door and exiting. They were now in the hallway of an office building. Since, there was a sign on a nearby wall that read 'Wolfram and Hart', they concluded they were in Wolfram and Hart. "I'm guessing your dad isn't the boss here yet," Ryan said.
"Nope. This is the old building...before The Beast destroyed it and killed everyone but Lilah." Sarai answered. Ryan just nodded along with what she said, because he had no idea what he should say. "Hey, speaking of, I think I'm gonna look for her. Ya know, considering she was killed before I perfected my cleverly funny wit."
"Who's Lilah?" Ryan asked.
"Evil lawyer chick. Hated my dad, tried to kidnap me as a baby,...did Wesley for a while. So basically she was nuts. However, she did have good taste in shoes. And she had some good sarcasms occasionally. Come on, lets go."
The two walked the halls of Wolfram and Hart. Pretty soon, Sarai heard Lilah's voice. It sounded like she was arguing with someone. They followed the voice. When they reached the room she was in, Sarai once again froze. But this time, she didn't look afraid or scared. This time she looked...awed. Ryan looked annoyed. "You've got to be kidding!" he exclaimed.
"Huh? What? I don't know what your talking about." she answered, with her eyes still on the same target.
"You got all offended when I was looking at the floating girls, and now here you are making googly eyes at some guy."
"Oh, so you do admit you were looking at them!" Sarai snapped. "I knew it! And I'm only looking cause you did, and there's only one of him. There were three sisters for you to stare at."
Ryan eyed the man Sarai was looking at. He had brown hair, well dress, not very tall and there was one other thing about him that Ryan felt he had to state out loud, "he only has one hand."
Sarai made a 'pfft' sound. "So? With a face like that, he don't need two hands."
"He's short," Ryan also decided to state.
"That ain't where size matters," she responded, not really meaning to say that out loud. But not really caring she did.
"Seriously, lay off the HBO and F/X. It's only making you worse."
Sarai replied by knocking on the office door, interrupting the lawyers banter. By the calendar on the wall, she noticed they'd gone back another 9/10 months. "The playgrounds three blocks away," Lilah said to her.
"Playground? I know you can come up with something better. I personally, would've gone with something regarding the mental hospital across the street." Sarai retorted. "Nice, shoes," she added.
"Thank you. Who are you?" Lilah asked.
"Lilah, they came to my office. I'll handle this," Lindsey ordered. "So, who are you?" Lilah rolled her eyes at her coworker.
Ryan put his arm around Sarai, "I'm Ryan, and this is my girlfriend Sarai, my girlfriend." Sarai rolled her eyes at her boyfriend.
"Do you want something?" Lindsey asked as he stared at Sarai.
"Are you alright?" she questioned back at Lindsey, regarding how he was looking.
"I'll leave you to babysit," Lilah said leaving the room.
"I-I'm sorry. You just remind me of someone that I know...kind of...maybe more then one. I'm sorry if I was staring to much." Lindsey explained, having no idea why he actually confessed that to a girl who looked about 15. The strangest part is, he couldn't place who the two people were.
"It's...alright," an uneasy Sarai said. Looks and the fact he worked at Wolfram and Hart aside, she had no idea of what she should think of this guy, and she usually made up her mind about people quickly. She couldn't explain it, but half of her wanted to choke this man and the other half was soft for him. She decided to write it off as the whole Evil lawyer/hottie thing he had going for him.
"So, what brings young people like yourselves to my office?" he asked, trying to sound friendly.
"I wish I knew," Sarai mumbled. "Okay screw it, I knowyou're probably a lawyer here, right?" Lindsey nodded in answer to her question. "And by all the expensive stuff in this office, unless of course you have a kid that is clumsy as hell and broke all the stuff and replaced it with real good knock offs behind your back like m-like I've seen kids on TV...who aren't me...do, I'm assuming you're important here?" Lindsey nodded again, except this time he was slightly smiling at the girl and her way of speaking. "Okay, so that means you're evil too."
Lindsey was about to nod again, until he realized what she said. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You're evil. This is W and H the big house o' evil. Capital E. Rich people and demons fave hangout."
"Actually, that's CBS," Ryan corrected.
"Good point. Damn Survivor and zillions of CSIs!" Sarai said. "And what's the deal with Raymond? I mean, I don't love him, so that means everybody doesn't love him, unless they're trying to say I don't count. In which case, they'll be receiving an angry letter from me. Now, Lorne is someone everyone loves. He should have a show. The only good thing that network has going for them is Letterman. Damn that multi-chinned Leno!" she went on to rant, forgetting that she was actually supposed to be talking to the lawyer.
Lindsey, for lack of a better thing to say, aided in her rant, "I think Frank's kinda funny," he spoke.
"Yeah, you got a point. But Raymond himself, is not. But anyway, back to you being evil..."
"I'm not evil."
"You work here don't you?"
"How do you even know about here?"
"I was trying to explain that, but I keep getting interrupted. See, in the future...I kinda know people that work here..."
Lindsey was now very interested in this girl. "The future? Are you a seer?"
"No, and I was about to tell you that, but once again I was interrupted. Now, Let. Me. Finish. People. I'm not a seer. I'm from the future, but me and my friend keep on getting sucked into the past. Obviously, the most recent has landed us here. So, what are the odds that you'll help us figure this out? I have some cash on me, it probably isn't your going rate though. OH! I could give you the lottery numbers for three years from now."
Lindsey laughed softly. There was definitely something he liked about her. "That won't be necessary. I don't know how I can help you, but I'll try."
"Thanks," both teenagers said at the same time. Ryan turned his head at looked at the door, where a name was printed on it. "Um...Mr McDonald..."
"Call me Lindsey," he interrupted.
"Okay, Lindsey. Is there a bathroom around here?" he asked.
"Yeah, make a left and it's at the end of the hall."
Ryan left and headed to the bathroom, leaving Sarai and Lindsey alone. There was an awkward pause. "So, who do you know?" Lindsey eventually asked, breaking the silence.
"What?" she questioned, confused.
"Before, you said you know people who work here, who are they?"
She thought for a moment. This man seemed nice enough, but she still couldn't trust telling him the truth. "You don't know them, I don't think. They're still pretty knew to the job."
"Oh."
"So, how well do you know Lilah?" she asked, trying to make conversation.
Lindsey shrugged. "Better then she thinks I do. You know her?"
"Sort of. She was banging a friend of my dads for awhile."
Lindsey made a face. "Really? I didn't think she even knew what sex was."
"Hard to believe right? I think its that fridged bitch look she always has on her face that gives off that idea."
Lindsey laughed. He was liking this girl. "So, do you have any idea how you might have been sent here?"
"I think it has something to do with a spell I used. I just don't remember the name of it. I sorta just look at the descriptions of what they do. I don't bother reading the names. I think I'm gonna start though."
"That might be a good idea. What was the spell for? Are you evil?" He asked, using the same tone she did when she accused him of being evil.
"No, I'm not. I was trying to recreate a pizza I had just eaten. So I wouldn't have to order another."
"Because you didn't want to wait, or didn't want to spend another 12?"
"A bit of both."
"Always good reasons to resort to magic."
Sarai moved her head to one side and smirked at him, "am I getting a lecture on the proper way to use magic from an evil lawyer?"
Lindsey gave her a playful look, "yup, that's me. The evil lawyer who likes to play hypocrite to lecture teenagers."
"That's what I thought. That kinda moral ambiguity must be a hit with your girlfriend. I bet it causes for some...variety during intimate moments."
Lindsey's eyes widened. He knew people who were direct, but coming from this girl caught him off guard. "I-I- don't...I'm not really...seeing anyone."
"Ah, playing the field? That's cool."
Lindsey frowned a bit. "Its been off season for me as off late," he muttered, unfortunately she heard him.
"Yeah right. You mean to tell me someone with your face, your left to knock them outta the park yourself?"
"Seriously, HBO, turn it off once in a while." Ryan said re-entering the room.
"It's a legitimate question," she defended.
"I'm sorry for...whatever offensive things she probably said when I was in the bathroom."
"I wasn't being offensive. We were just talking, right Lindsey?"
"Yeah, we were having you're everyday average conversation about my sex life and moral ambiguity, and her cheapness and impatients." Lindsey sarcastically answered.
"Actually, you'd be surprised just how many conversations she has with people that end up like that," Ryan informed him.
"It's a gift," Sarai said.
"Your parents must be so proud." Lindsey told her.
"So what's the deal with you and girls? Are you gay? Is that why they aren't swarming the place?"
At this point, Ryan sat in a chair and watched, he enjoyed watching Sarai when she was at her most blunt. "No, I'm not gay," Lindsey answered.
"I didn't think so. I saw you staring at Lilah's ass when she left the room." Sarai responded.
"No I wasn't!"
"Oh come on, you're a guy. You'll stare at any female butt as long its over 18."
"Aren't you a bit young to be making these kinds of accusations?"
"Not since they're true. And they are true, because you didn't defend yourself. You just tried to change the topic."
"She's really always like this?" Lindsey turned and asked Ryan.
"Yup," he happily answered. 'And its hot.' Ryan added in his head.
"Okay, why don't we get to work on your problem?" Lindsey then suggested.
"Why don't stop dodging my question. Come on, I have no idea how long I'm gonna be stuck in this year. If you tell me what the deal is, maybe I can get you laid by the end of the day, I help my friend Spike get a girl almost everyday."
"Thank you for the offer, but I'll pass."
"You sure?" she questioned. Her dad wasn't around to piss off or freak out, so she'd have to settle for Ryan. "If I can't find a girl for you, and you don't mind underage virgins..."
"Sarai!" Ryan exclaimed, sounding a lot like Angel, and realizing he sounded a lot like Angel. He also realized that's what she had intended on doing. "You are so lucky your dad didn't hear that, and you better damn sure hope he never finds out."
"WOW!" a thrown Lindsey exclaimed. "You are...you're really..." he wasn't sure what to say to her. It was a long time since he encountered someone as direct, honest and...funny as her. "I like you, kid. Not in a statutory way, of course. But you're not bad for a kid."
"Teenager." she corrected. "And Ryan, if you ever tell my dad I said that, I'll kill you painfully. Lindsey, do you know if a girlfriend gets anything if her boyfriend is suddenly killed in a painful accident?"
"Actually, if it happens after the girlfriend offers herself to another guy right in front of him, the only thing she gets is him haunting her ass forever. And rightfully so, too," he answered.
"Thank you, Lindsey." Ryan said.
"So, virgin huh? It looks like I'm not the only one who can't get by on my looks these days," Lindsey quipped at Sarai. "You expect me to believe you're qualified to hear my girl issues, now?"
"Awe, and here I thought you and I were getting along," Sarai responded in total mock-offence. It wasn't often she met someone as real and sly as him. Most of her social circle consisted of people to scared to go the distance in the banter game, because they were too close to Angel, unless it was Spike. "Well, at least I'm seeing someone, which apparently is more then you can say for yourself. But as we established, you can have a lot of fun in a one man...or woman show. Unless of course you're into all the um...equipment out there to enhance the experience."
A shocked Lindsey threw his hands in the air, "holy, shit Sarai. You win. You really win. I give up. I have no idea what the hell I'm supposed to say to that."
Sarai gave him a triumphant smile. Just then, his cell phone rang. He answered. When he heard the female voice at the other end, he did his best not to smile, or draw attention to the phone conversation. "Yeah, do you need anything?" he asked the personal on the phone. Unfortunately Sarai read into his face and tone of voice.
"There is a girl!" she exclaimed, as she admired that he was able to fool her. Lindsey shushed her and told the mystery phone person that was a client who said that.
"You need me to come there?" he asked. "Okay. Sure." Lindsey hung up. "That wasn't my girlfriend."
"Either you're lying or you're just totally crushing on whoever that was." Sarai replied.
Lindsey didn't answer that. "I said I'd help you guys, and I will, but I need to go somewhere for a while. You can stay here if you want...or meet me here later, or just go off on your own and figure this out. Whatever you want," was all he said as he left.
Sarai wait a few moments before grabbing her boyfriends hand, "lets go," she said.
"Go where?" he asked.
"To follow Lindsey, duh!"
"Call me crazy, but don't you think we should be...I don't know, looking into why we keep getting sent to the past, instead of stalking strange Wolfram and Hart lawyers?"
"Don't be such a pooper. Stalking Wolfram and Hart lawyers can be fun. Dawn and I do it all the time. Besides, since we ended up here, didn't we? Maybe this is why."
"To stalk someone?"
"Yeah. Besides, Lindsey's totally cool. I want to help him out with his girl trouble. We can figure all this wackyness out after." She explained. Truth be told, she didn't really know why she was so fascinated in helping this Lindsey guy out, but she did. So her plans for getting back to her time, and/or tracking down her dad and bothering him, would have to be put on hold.
The two then set off to follow Lindsey McDonald and see who the mystery girl is. 'With my help, he'll be in this chick by the end of the day. And yet another example of how people are wrong when they say I can be inconsiderate to other peoples feelings. I wonder who she is though? And how could she not want him? Maybe there's someone else, like a twisted love triangle. This could be juicy. The other if this is the case, then the other guy must be REALLY hot.' Sarai thought.
A/N:Poor, Poor Sarai has no idea what's coming, does she now? Wow, I didn't intend at all to write this much Sarai/Lindsey chatting, but it just kept flowing and seemed right. And because of that, it became its very own chapter. It was some of the most fun I had with writing Sarai, that didn't involve making fun of Angel. I hope you liked it. Up next; Sarai uncovers the truth about Lindsey's mystery girl...and reacts in typical Sarai fashion. The question is; How will everyone else react?Sarai also learns why Lindsey only has one hand.And of courseSarai encounters Cranky season2 Angel. Ryan will also have hisfirst one-on-oneconversation withDarla. Until then, feel free to leave me reviews.