Xander sat at the computer looking things up about Cordelia's apartment up on the Internet, while Wesley was reading an old open book.
" A lot of stuff about that building, construction bids, city inspections." Said Xander.
Angel shook his head. " Tenants. We need people who lived there."
"...And died there. That's the ingredients for ghosts, right?" asked Cordelia while pours herself some coffee. Angel goes over to her.
"This isn't easy you know. I'm no Willow. So give me some time I'll get something we can use." Xander snarked. They all ignored her.
"You know, " Angel, said to Cordelia as he got some coffee " this really is just a place to live."
"No, it's so much more." She said shaking her head. " It's beautiful...and if it goes away...it's like I'm still getting punished."
"Punished?" Angel asked confused. Cordelia nods.
"For what?"
"I don't know. For what I was? For everything I said in high school. Just because I could get away with it? And in the end I had to pay for it. But this apartment...I could be me again! Punishment over. Welcome back to your life. Like...like I couldn't be that awful if I get to have a place like that? It's just like...you!"
Angel nods "Working for redemption"
Cordelia frowns confused. "I mean cause you use to have that mansion!"
"Hey," Xander said to get everyone's attention.
"I found something. Lady and gentlemen, we have a death"
Cordelia and Angel walk over to Xander at the desk.
" First person to have ever lived their...Mrs. Maude Pearson!" said Xander.
"How did you get that?" asked Angel leaning over Xander's shoulder looking at the screen.
"The name carved over the entrance of the building," She told him, making 'duh!' face at him, " Pearson Arms. I checked the obits for a Pearson. We got lucky; turns out the old lady built the place and took a unit there. Then in 1946 she dropped dead of a heart attack in Cordy's living room, at the grand old age of 57."
"That's it! That her!" exclaimed Cordelia.
"I don't know," said Angel.
"It's not a violent death. I mean ghosts usually..." Cordelia cut him off.
"That's her I know it! That place has the old lady smell..." She stopped as she tried to think of a way to describe the smell.
"Violets and aspercreme..." murmured Xander softly as she stared at the computer screen.
"Yeah, that's it." Cordelia agreed.
"Says here they didn't find the body for three weeks...so not violets at the end I'm thinking." Xander told them. Cordelia found all she needed to know and ran with it.
"This is easy. Little old lady ghost, probably hanging around because she thinks she left the iron on. Let's get a nice cleansing spell and do this thing!" She said excitedly.
Wesley shook his head as he flipped through the pages of the book he was holding.
"Well, this is not an easy spell." He said showing it to Xander.
"Hawthronberries, lungwart, and bile ...we need bile?" asked Xander.
"I can get some of the things at a magic shop I found...but the bile..."said Wesley uncertain.
"Do you think it matters what type of bile?" Xander wondered amusedly. Wesley shrugged. " Well, I have some contacts in Korea town. I'll give the name of the shop. Just tell them I sent you. They should be able to get anything you can't, Wesley."
"Oh, another one of Xander's contacts," muttered Cordelia, " Would this be the same ones that got me the nice poltergeist delicious apartment"
Xander glared at her, and opened her mouth to say something...
"Xander, give Wesley your contacts name. Then Wesley can go to get the stuff we need. Xander will stay with Cordelia." Said Angel in a commanding tone. Xander gives Wesley the information then he leaves. Angel sighs.
"I'm gonna try to get more information. Maybe Kate can help. You both stay here." Angel told both girls as he walked out the door.
Xander turned to Cordelia and asked, " Who's Kate?"
"Angel's lady cop friend." Cordelia told her as she sat down in a chair.
"Is she blond"
Cordelia looked surprised. " How did you know"
Xander snorted to herself and shook her head saying nothing.
'I really don't get her.' Thought Cordelia.
"Little old lady ghost..."Cordelia sighed out.
"How come Patrick Swayze is never dead when you need him to be."
The phone rings in the office a couple hours later, waking Xander who had been napping in a chair. Cordelia let the answering machine get it. She had told her last night Aura had been calling.
"Cordelia, Xander, are you there? Look I think we can end this whole thing." Angel voice came through the machine. Cordelia grabs up the receiver.
"I'm here...we're here. About time you called. You got something." She asked then listened for a moment. "Ok." Then hung up the phone.
"Angel said for us to meet him at the apartment."
Cordelia opens the door to her place; it's dark and empty looking.
" I don't like this, Cor." Xander said looking around it felt cold.
"I'm in the bedroom, Cordelia. " Angel's voice called out. Cordelia started towards it. Then was grabbed by Xander.
"Cordelia, why would Angel be in your bedroom? This doesn't feel right"
Cordelia shrugged.
"It's Angel. Who knows?" she said pulling away from Xander, who follows Cordelia.
Cordelia steps into the bedroom, she looks around...nothing. She turns to Xander, " See you worry to much." Then the bedroom door slams shut with Cordelia in the room and Xander out in the hall. Xander grabs the doorknob and tries to open it...it won't open.
Xander hears Cordelia let out a scream of fright. She beats on the door, and tell Cordelia to open from her side. Suddenly the door jerks open, and Cordelia runs out of the room, grabbing Xander and running toward the front door. Xander saw the spector of Maude Pearson standing infornt of them. Xander gets flung into a wall, as very thing starts to go back, she could hear Cordelia scream again.