"Excuse me?" Looking dumbfounded, Cordelia rocked back on her heels and stared at the man in front of her like he was some over grown squid. Her guppy like expression proof that this was the last thing she'd been expecting.

"Luis Alcazar is a vampire." Suddenly looking years younger than he did just five minutes ago, Lindsey went on. "He's a huge player with Wolfram and Hart."

"I knew you'd be good for something." Angel muttered.

Letting the comment go after seeing the expression on Angels face said he meant no harm, Lindsey looked back to where Cordelia was studying him. Her eyes were narrowed in on his face, as though trying to see if he was lying or not. Apparently he'd passed the test when she nodded for him to finish.

"Ric Lansing would know this as well. Seeing how he framed one of our co-workers to get Alcazar in his portfolio."

There was a sudden whosh in the room as every took a deep breath as understanding dawned on them. It was Willow how was first to answer. "Which means, if you saw Jason Morgan with Ric Lansing this morning, there's a chance your old pal is trying to pull a fast one on him."

"Or his boss." Angel added. "It could also mean they're in on it."

Giles joined the group, having overheard the entire situation. "I think Angels onto something. Lets say that Corinthos and Morgan haven't the foggiest of what's transpiring. What's the quickest way to any power house?"

"Through loyal friends and employees." Buffy answered promptly, having been in the situation more times than she could count. "Lot easier and less messy. Plus it gives that added bonus of watching your enemy brought to their knees."

"But why?" Pulled into the conversation, Wesley pondered the question silently.

"Because of a girl." Fred whispered from the corner, everyone turned toward her at the sound of her voice, causing her to take a slight step back. "It's usually always about a girl."

Swinging his head back at watched the different expressions while they mulled this over. Not like he'd ever utter anything out loud, but Lindsey had to admit he was pretty impressed. With just a few crumbs of information, they'd gotten to the heart of the matter in record time. Or at least a solid theory.

"Brenda Barrett." Lindsey threw out the last bit of information.

"Cross reference her." Wesley said to Willow, who's fingers were already flying across the keyboard.

Looking around the room, Cordelia opened and shut her mouth a few times. "Don't you people ever read Cosmo? Brenda Barrett was like the 'It' girl a few years ago. There wasn't a magazine her face didn't hit. The woman's a legend."

"She was once Sonny Corinthos's girlfriend." Willow cried out in triumph. "She practically grew up here. There's a few articles that link her with Sonny Corinthos." Biting on her lower lip, Willow looked put out. "Wonder why I didn't find that before."

"Don't worry Obi-One. The force is still with you." Patting her compassionately on the back, Xander grinned goofily at her narrowed glare. "What else does it say?"

"Nothing really. Except there was another love interest. Jasper Jax."

"Let's concentrate on what we have so far." Giles murmured.

"Alcazars extremely possessive of what he considers as his." Lindsey talked out loud as he worked through the last bit of information. "And the last time I was in the hallowed halls of Wolfram and Hart," A sneer worked its way across his face, and Lindsey was mildly surprised at how much he truly loathed his previous employer. "he definitely considered her his personal property. If I had to guess, Jason Morgan's being set up over Brenda."

"But I thought Elizabeth and Jason were a thing?" Clearly confused again, Xander scratched the side of his head. Not looking as though he was buying into the theory, he looked over his shoulder at the computer screen again. "Wouldn't it also mean she's up on the Grrr aspect of her lover?"

"Not if she's insane." Lindsey said softly.

"You mean like a Prozac shy of a nice comfy stay at the nearest spa featuring men in white jackets and padded walls?" Cordelia scoffed.

"No. More like 'We the jury find the defendant out of her freaking gourd. . .'." Lindsey snarked back.

"If she thinks she's bonkers and seeing things, maybe . . ." Willows wide eyes took on a look of sympathy. "Well maybe she thinks all the vampy stuff is part of her insanity."

"This is a great hypothesis. But what we need is concrete facts." Rubbing his fingers over his chin, Wesley frowned. "Were going to need to talk to Jason Morgan. He's most likely the one with the answers were searching for."

"Yeah. I'm sure he's jumping at the chance to have a heart to heart with us." Angel sneered. "I have a feeling we doused that bridge with gasoline and flicked a match at it."

"Well there is this other love interest." Buffy looked around for somewhere to sit, or perch she wasn't being all too picky, but there weren't many options.

"Who? Jasper Jax?" Not seeing where she was going with this, Giles looked over at her in puzzlement.

"Sure. Why not?" Giving up on finding a place to rest, she leaned up against the wall. "Old flames have that homing device. It's like, you don't really care, or at least you try not to, but you always know what your ex is up to. And with whom they're doing it with."

"I don't know." Hesitating, clearly not wanting to pull anyone else into the mess, Giles mouth tightened in that way it did when he was ready to start disapproving.

"Quick Xander, where's Cordy living?" Firing out her question, she watched her friend straighten up in his chair.

"L.A.. Rent controlled apartment."

"Her roomate?"

"A ghost. Farris, or Dennis."

"Good. Angel, what have I been up to?" Giving her ex-lover a quirk of her brow, Buffy looked at him challengingly.

"You've been taking care of Dawn." Angel admitted reluctantly. "And dating Spike." He answered the second in almost a growl. "But I only know that because he leaves a message on my machine weekly."

"See. Homing device."

"Fine, we'll talk to Mr.Jax." Giles gave in, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Tomorrow. I think we should figure out our sleeping arrangement for tonight."

"We can't stay here." Curling her lip up at the studio, Cordelia saw that look in Angel's eyes that told her she was going to lose this fight. "Fine, we stay here. But where exactly do you plan for us to sleep? If you haven't noticed there's not many options."

"Wow, it'll be like the old time." Willow's eyes practically glowed with enthusiasm. "But not."

"Yeah, like when we used to pull a round robin and do an all nighter at the library." Getting into it, Xander smiled broadly. "It's been awhile since we've had an old-fashioned slumber party."

"Except you wont be able to run off to the stacks to take a catnap." The corner of her mouth started to curve up, but Cordelia fought against thinking of the old times. She like the now a lot better. Thinking about the way she'd been in High School left her feeling guilty and she didn't do guilt very well.

"There's no way of proving that." Xander rebuffed.

"Besides the drool mark you left on the carpet." Wesley's reply brought a few dazed expressions pointed at him. "Please, like none of you noticed it."

Turning to Lindsey, Xander said. "You were a lawyer. Without evidence supporting their 'claims' could I still be found guilty?

Not familiar with this sort of teasing, Lindsey was slightly taken aback. Blinking a few times, he saw the way everyone was looking at him. Expecting him to feed the conversation. "Are you sure there's no evidence?"

This brought on a round of laughter. "Yeah. I'd say that the carpet in the library's pretty much toast."

Nodding, Lindsey put on a serious face. "Then I think I could get you off."

"Uh, you may want to think about how you verbalize your follow through." Willow stammered, red faced. "But since you're new to this I vote we let that one slide."

A round of here, here's went up.

"Oh." Snapping her fingers, Buffy talked excitedly. "We could order some pizza."

"That's a great idea." Angel chuckled. "If you want the delivery boy to become take out. I'll run out and try to find a 24 hour Mini Mart."

"Angel's right." Seeing he'd dampened the mood effectively, Giles couldn't ignore the pang that pulled at his chest. The entire day had been like reliving the past. Fining Tess, and now with the side effects she was going through. Having all these faces together again. It was a lot to swallow. As much as he hated it, he found that he was once again in the role of guardian. Meaning it was up to him to keep everyone on track. They had a job to do.

But that didn't mean he couldn't allow them a little fun.

"Gunn's looking around." Angel saw the deflated expressions. "He'll know what's available. Anything in particular I should pick up?" Moving over to the couch to monitor the rise and fall of Tess's chest, he touched the side of her face, pushing back a stray strand of hair.

"Munchies."

"Soda."

"Tea, even if it's some of those nasty dunking bags."

"Disinfectant."

Turning to look at his friend, Angel saw the small smile on her face. Seeing the look in her eyes, Angel grabbed his jacket and her's. "Wanna come along?"

"Only if you carry the stuff back." Letting him hold her leather jacket, while she shoved her arms through the sleeves, Cordelia took one last look toward Lindsey before following Angel out the door.

"Where in the hell is Benny?" Frustrated in having to wait, Jason feigned ignorance at his outburst. It was already approaching four in the morning, and they hadn't heard from the man.

"Did you leave a message on his voice mail?" Seeing the tell tale signs that Jason was on the path of one nasty breakdown, Sonny looked over at Johnny.

"Yeah. Like four of them." Still looking slightly green from their earlier encounter, Johnny swallowed hard. "Want us to go over to his place?"

"Not yet." Casting a look over in Jason's direction, Sonny estimated how long they had until Jason started to tear things up. "If we don't hear anything in an hour we'll do something."

The door slammed open and a frazzled looking Max burst into the room. "Turn on channel four."

Completely over looking protocol, he flew past Sonny and grabbed the remote to the television. Hitting the on button, he ran a hand through his dishevel hairdo and stared as the T.V. came to life. There was a special, ground breaking news report already in full progress. Taking a few unsteady steps back, he hit the couch and fell with a thud.

"So far the police aren't releasing any information on who would commit such a terrible crime." A neatly dressed blonde spoke into the microphone, her eyes almost shining with excitement over the development. "After the rash killings we've witnessed tonight, we're left wondering if Scott Baldwin's murder is connected somehow. Back to you Bob."

A pompous, plastic like man stared into the camera, looking as though he were trying to put on the best grim expression he could. "Thank you Corrine. Scott Baldwin is survived by his daughter Serena and his father Davis Bordisso. Our prayers go out to their family."

"As we reported earlier, there's been a ration of suspicious murders tonight. So far, the count is up to fifteen. Each of the victims seemed to have been drained of their blood." Instead of looking pale over the morbid news, Bob seemed to look enthusiastic. "The PCP haven't made a statement yet on their leads. But they have issued a statement that everyone should stay indoors."

Clicking off the television, Max sat numbly.

"Those sick bastards are getting their rocks off on this." Making a face, Francis turned away.

"I wouldn't be too surprised if our favorite men in blue come a'calling." Johnny muttered red faced. "And for once we had nothing to do with it."

Shock having taken his tongue for the moment, Sonny desperately wanted another shot. Maybe two. Christ in a handbasket. Scotty was dead. Like a doornail. As in never coming back to bust his chops. Sure one of his favorite daydreams was a town free of Baldwin. But taking another's life was a serious decision. Something drastic had to come about to have something like that happen. No matter how big a prick the D.A. was, it hadn't come to the point of taking him out.

And for the rest. Fifteen dead. In one night. It was wrong. All wrong.

"Francis." Finally able to think straight, Sonny looked over at the guard. "I think it's time we check in on Benny."