A/N: I am so so so sorry for taking so long to update.. My computer is still sitting in my house, still crashed, and who knows if it will ever get fixed. My work schedule has been crazy working 50+ hours every week because I have to cover for what my husband isn't getting paid for from work since his injury, hopefully our lawyer gets things done soon so we can go to court and get this all taken care of.

Anyway thank you all so much for the reviews that have been given. You all are just too wonderful. And I promise that this time I will try to update much sooner. They are calling for rain here tomorrow so hopefully it does and work closes down early, then I can finish and post the next chapter. Again thank you all so much I hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, it all belongs to the God Joss.

The ride to Exotic Detailer was filled with various conversations. Angel and his on and off girlfriend Cordelia were seated in the front of the van holding an animated conversation about their biggest customer of the week, Joss Whedon, creator of a very popular television show about a vampire slayer. It was the biggest thing to hit television since they invented color tv. Oz and Devon were seated in the second row busily planning out their show coming up on Friday night. Buffy, Faith and Winifred 'Fred' were in the seat behind them, Fred telling the other two women about her new boyfriend Wesley. Faith was paying full attention, unlike Buffy who couldn't help but listen in on the conversation going on behind her between Spike and the last member of the group Gunn.

"So, Spike, Angel said that you are only going to be with us for the week. That's a shame man." Gunn said to the bleached blond beside him trying to make an attempt at getting to know the man Angel had unwillingly agreed to 'set up for awhile'.

"Well originally I would have stayed around a bit longer, but figured there was no point since I didn't find what I had been looking for." Spike replied, not in the mood for conversation as he stared at the blonde woman in front of him.

"Angel said you were here in the States looking for some one but you didn't have any luck finding him."

"Actually, I was looking for a her, and I did find her, only problem is that she turned out not to be what I was looking for. The stupid bint was, to say the least, a disappointment."

Buffy couldn't stop herself, she turned to face Spike and glared at him, her eyes shooting daggers in his direction. 'Stupid jerk.' She thought. Spike smirked at her in response thinking to himself that it served her right as she turned back to face the front of the van, the exchange of unspoken words didn't go unnoticed by Gunn.

As the group walked into the large detail shop Angel flipped the switches for the lights and Cordelia made her way to the receptionist desk. The rest of the group mingled in the middle of the shop awaiting their instructions. "Nice place" Spike grumbled under his breath as he took in the site of the detail shop.

"Compared to what it looked like when Angel first took over, it's more then nice." Oz said to him. "This used to be an old run down warehouse but after the place started to make a name for itself Angel decided a make over was needed and this is what we ended up with."

Spike took in the sight before him, a pang of jealousy surged through him due to the obviousness of his cousins success. The place was definitely a high class service place. There were various work stations all through out the large open building, the floor a slate gray color, the walls cream colored, everything in its place all neat and tidy. He was more curious to know how they managed to keep the place looking so new considering the work that was being done in the building. The receptionist desk was in the front of the room with large glass windows making up the front wall behind it. He counted the number of work stations in the building, eight, two of them were across the room the other three on the side where they had entered, three on either side of a large garage door. Each station had had various equipment and carts with chemicals and small tools surrounding them.

"Okay, everyone listen up." Angel's voice cut into Spike's thoughts, "We have a ton of work coming in this week, just today alone is going to be a test of our true ability to get work done right and in a timely manner. "Cordelia," Angel called to her at her desk, "do we have any other cars arriving today or were they all dropped off on Friday?"

"Umm, let's see" She said looking at a daily planner on her desk. "It looks like they are all here."

"Good, that makes things much easier."He replied turning back to the group as he looked at a clipboard he held in his left hand. "Okay so here is the break up for the day. Because we have one person more then usual we are going to do things a little differently this week. But don't worry next week this disturbance will be gone and we will be able to get back to our normal routine." Angel caught the glare from Spike but pretended he hadn't noticed. "The following are going to group together Fred, Oz, Devon and Gunn. I am going to leave it up to you how you want to split the work up, but you will be working in stations four through eight. The first cars you are to work on are the ones already parked in these stations. Stations four, six, and seven are complete inside and out details. Station five is just the inside detail with a wash and wax on the exterior, the customer does not want the exterior buffed so hand wax only. In station eight is an exterior detail only, do not touch anything inside the car. The four of you are excused to your stations as you finish up those cars come to see me about what you will be doing next."

Angel paused as the first four of the group went off to the right of the building to get started on their list of things to get done before the end of the day. He glanced at the three people left standing before him. His step sister and her best friend were busy whispering to each other a smile on the brunettes face and a frown on the blonds. After seeing them like this many times before he knew that Faith was bugging Buffy about something she either didn't want to talk about or something she didn't want to do. "Ladies" Angel said a hint of warning in his voice. The two women stopped their chattering and turned their attention back to him. "That leaves us with the two of you and Spike. Your first three details are in their stations all are complete details. Faith I want you to show Captain Peroxide here how to work the high speed buffer, without burning the paint off of anyones car. Buffy I want you to work on the inside of one of the cars while she is doing that, after they are finished and Spike thinks he has things mastered I want you to show him how to do the interior work. Which ever of the three cars the three of you aren't working on I will start."

"Sounds like a plan bro." Faith said grabbing Spike's arm and leading him away from Buffy and Angel. "Come on Boy Wonder, let's get you an apron and start working you to the bone." Faith paused for a moment as she glanced over Spike's body then added, "I guess that actually wouldn't take much. Have you ever thought about not being so damned skinny."

"Well, I'm glad to see someone has the ability to be able to stomach him." Angel said as he watched Faith lead Spike towards the place she was going to have him start working at.

"I'm sure she is only doing it because she is here at work." Buffy covered for the way Faith was acting towards Spike. She knew it was because Faith knew who Spike really was.

"You're probably right. Come on, let's get to work." Angel said as he walked over to the three stations they were going to be working in.

As Buffy sat in her first project car of the day she tried hard to concentrate on the work she was supposed to be doing, but she kept finding herself watching Faith and Spike together. Their backs were to her as Faith was giving pointers to him about how to use the high speed buffer he held in his hands, at least that's what Buffy thought she was doing. The two were talking quietly to each other and Buffy couldn't hear what they were saying.

"So I heard things didn't go too well yesterday after you left the bar." Faith said as she and Spike stood beside the car they were going to work on together. She had already run down the list of different chemicals and supplies that Spike would have to eventually use telling him what each one was for. Spike was holding the buffer in his hands as he waited for further instructions from his teacher, only to be caught off gaurd by the comment she made instead. "You could say that."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

"You want me to talk to her for you?"

Spike looked at Faith his eyebrow lifting slightly. "You would actually do that?"

"Why not?" Faith questioned back.

"Well it's not like anyone here likes me or anything so why would anyone want to do me any favors?"

"Okay, so as Angel's cousin you're a jerk, but that's not all you are. Ever since I have known Buffy she has held on to the hope that you would come back looking for her some day and since you're here I figured you can't be that much of a jerk."

"Thanks, but I don't think that she feels the same way that you do. I didn't want her to find out who I was the way she did. I was going to tell her. I should have right away, but I was furious with her when I figured it out. So I left. I was stupid, I told her that, but she hates me now. Even after the letter I wrote her she still hates me."

"She didn't read the letter."

"How do you know?"

"Because I found it on the floor inside her apartment this morning. I gave it to her and pretty muched begged her to read it, but she wouldn't."

"How do you know you found my letter to her?"

"Because bleach boy," Faith said with a smile "you are the only one around here that calls Buffy by her real name."

Spike smiled at the brunette beside him, he was starting to like this girl. "Guess that kinda gives it away, huh?"

"Yeah." Faith agreed as she cast a quick glance over her shoulder at Buffy sitting in the car next to them. "Umm, maybe we should get started on doing some actual work." She told Spike after catching their coworker watching them. "I think Buffy is starting to wonder what's going on over here."

Spike then did as Faith had and looked at Buffy behind them, but now she was busy scrubbing at something on the door. He watched her for a moment as she worked. 'She's more beautiful then I remember.' He thought to himself. 'I really am an idiot.'

"Don't stare too much, you might start to drool." Faith's words interrupted his thoughts.

"Yeah, uh, sorry." Spike apologized, blushing slightly for getting caught. "So, what's first boss?" For the next forty five minutes Faith instructed Spike on the art of high speed buffing without burning the paint off the car, by telling him not to stay in one spot too long, and to avoid catching the door handles, rear view mirrors, and trim.

As Spike started on the second half of the car Faith went to the next station over and plopped into the back seat of the car Buffy was working on. "So did you read it yet?"

"You two were talking about me." Buffy accused without turning to look at her.

"What makes you think that?"

"Oh, come on, Faith. It took you guys like twenty minutes to actually start doing any work, and then he was staring at me."

"Oh so you saw that?"

"Yeah, but I didn't have to. I could feel his eyes burning holes in my flesh."

Faith giggled at her friends comment. "Even still, that doesn't mean we were talking about you." She paused for a moment before asking again. "So, did you read the letter he wrote to you?"

"No and I don't plan on it." She lied. The envelope that was in the back pocket of her jeans was all she could think about while she had watched Faith and Spike talking. "Besides, it doesn't matter anyway, he's leaving at the end of the week. There's no point."

"B, this guy came all the way back here from England to find you. Don't you think you at least owe it to him to read his letter?"

"Did he brainwash you or something?" Buffy asked finally turning to look at the woman interrupting her work. She had finally started concentrating on what she was supposed to be doing instead of the black clad figure a few yards away.

"No, I just think that if he came looking for you after all this time then that has to mean something. He can't be that much of a jerk if he went in search of his long lost love."

"Love? Are you kidding me? Faith we were little kids, there was no long lost love, just friendship."

"Are you sure about that because when we were at the bar yesterday he said he the 'L' word."

Buffy's eyes shot open wide "He what!" she exclaimed loud enough that the guy they had been talking about heard her.

Spike heard Buffy's voice and he couldn't stop himself from looking at the two girls sitting in the next car over. "Oh, bloody hell!" He hollered. In the few seconds that he had looked away from what he was doing Spike managed to catch the pad of the buffer on a piece of trim which caused the machine in his hands to bounce, the handle flying back to catch him in the gut.

Buffy looked in his direction as did the majority of the group to see what had happened. 'Serves him right.' She thought to herself.

"I better go make sure he's okay." Faith said as she slipped from the car to go make sure Spike was alright.

Buffy watched as Faith approached Spike and felt a twinge of jealousy course through her veins when she saw her friend laughing while she shed pity upon him and rubbed the spot on Spike's stomach where the buffer had caught him. "He's not a baby." Buffy mumbled to the empty car then decided it was time for a break and headed off to the ladies room.