Thank you my muses for all your wonderful reviews. Masterranger3:Thank youfor being so understanding, some people were over reacting a little over the fact that Josephin died, so I'm glad you think it was a good idea.

I have a question for my faithful readers. Do you like the waymy story was more spaced out in the first couple of chapters, or do you prefer the way I'm kind of cramming everything together in the latest chapters?

Chapter 10: Something Important

England

Willow and Giles step out of the plane, each holding their small bagage. They were met at the bottom of the stairs by a council memeber. "I trust you had a good trip." the man said with a british accent. "It was great, but let's get down to business. The faster we get on with this the faster we can find Buffy." The red head said impatiently.

Both visitors were led to a waiting limo. The windows were dark, but the passengers could see the scenery as they drove around the city. As they reached their destination, the red headed girl looked out the window at what looked to be a big mansion. The limo door was opened for her once again and she stared in amazement at the huge house. "Wow, this is the watcher's council?"

"Yes." Giles answered stepping out of the limo and walking towards the front door in a fast pace, not even giving the place a glance. Willow quickly fallowed as they walked inside the masion. The main room was big, and the decoration was one similar to what you would find in a royal castle.

"If you follow me, I'll lead you to Mr. Travers' office." The same council man that had met them at the airport walked in front of them leading the way. Giles followed immediately, while Willow stayed back a bit still looking around astounded. The council men cleared his throat to get her attention once they reached their destination.

"Your luggage will be taken up to your rooms, and someone will be by after your meeting to show you the way. Now, if you could please enter through this door, Mr. Travers has been expecting you." He said pointing towards a tall wooden door. Giles, once again, did not hesitate to enter.

Willow came in behind Giles and looked around the fancy office, her gaze falling upon the beautiful oak desk detailed with golden decorations. It looks like the council has more money than they let on. They should start paying the slayers for the hard work they do, maybe then they'll actually want to work for them.

"Mr. Giles, Ms. Rosenberg, please take a seat." The man pointed towards the two chairs in front on him. "I was informed that you were on your way here to retrieve some information about Ms. Summers' unfortunate disapearance." No emotion showed on Travis' face as he said this. "Yes, you're correct." Giles said. "Yeah, and we'd also like to know why the hell you haven't been looking for her." An enraged Willow stepped in.

"On the contrary Ms. Rosenberg. We have been doing everything in our power to find them. There was something of great importance to us in that plane. We understand that you are a very powerful witch, even more so than anyone in our own coven. That is why I have asked you to come along with Mr. Giles. With all of our resources I am sure that you will be able to locate the slayers, and along with them, I hope that you will also locate what's ours."

"What is it that is so important to you?" Giles asked intreagued by the information. "I am not in liberty to say." He said with no expressions on his face. "Then maybe we won't help you find this significant possession."

"You drive a hard bargain Ms. Rosenberg. I cannot tell you everything, for there are details I do not even know myself. All I can tell you is that the results of a very important experiment on the slayer lineage was on that plane. I was told the findings were incredible, it may very well be the answer to our problems in our fight against evil. We must recover this as soon as possible."

"I'll do what I can, but it's going to take some time." Willow said distractedly, all the while taking inventory of all the things she'll need to find Buffy. "Very well. I'm sure with your high intelligence and your advanced powers everything will be resolved sooner than you think." He pressed a button on the intercom that was sitting on his desk. "Gwen, be a dear and show Mr. Giles and Ms. Rosenberg to their sleeping quarters."

"Yes sir." What is assumed to be Gwen's voice was heard through the intercom. A couple of minutes later a woman dressed in a grey skirt and a button down white shirt came into the office. She was a middle aged woman, but looked good for her age. She had blonde hair, green eyes, and perfect nose and lips.

"Rupert..." As the woman addressed Giles he seemed nervous. He cleaned his glasses and cleared his throat. "Gwen, it's been long." He said looking at her with an apologetic smile that was wiped right off by her next words. "And who's fault is that Rupert?" The woman now seemed enraged as she walked closer to the tense watcher. Sensing the tension in the air, Travis stood from his seat and cleared his throat. "Gwen, could you please just show them to their rooms and deal with your personal issues on a more opportune time."

"Yes sir." The woman turned abruptly and with a disgusted glance at Giles she added. "Are you comming?"

Much later in the library

Willow and Giles, along with many more people helping them, sat with tons of books piled on top of every surface available. Willow looked up from her book at Giles who had an unfocused expresion on his face. "So, Giles. Who was that woman?" the redhead asked intrugued by the earlier incident. Giles cleared his throat and nervously cleared his glasses.

"Well...she was...an old conquest, you could say." Willow looked shocked and slightly repulsed at the same time. "What did you do to her? She looked really mad. It was almost as scary as my resolve face." She demonstrated her point by showing Giles her 'resolve face'. "Uh...well you see, we were young, and I was going through a rebelious stage..." He drifted off and when it looked like he wasn't going to continue Willow said, "Go on."

"Well umm...I bedded her and promised I would get together with her, but I later lost interest in her and did not even return her calls." He was blushing profoundly by the end of his confession while Willow just shook her head. "Men." She spat the word like it was the most disgusting thing in the world and went back to her research, as did everyone else who seemed to have been more interested in the story than their current job.

TBC...

So this chapter was going to be the chapter where a lot of the plot was going to develop, but I got a little playful and decided to draw it out a little more. So as a result of me not being able to be serious for more than 5 minutes, you guys are going to have to wait for the real 'problem' of the story to come out on later chapters.