A/N: So very sorry for the long update wait. Hope it was worth it, though.

All of their friends scattered off to leave Wesley and Fred alone; the only one who had to be pushed to leave was Cordelia. Wesley and Fred were the only ones left in the room.

"What are we going to do?" Fred questioned and Wesley sighed. "He came back. That means he wants her back."

"We won't let him take her." Wesley assured her.

"You heard Lindsey, the law sides with them, they consider the fact that he came back." Fred replied.

"But, the law also sides with us Fred, think about it. We work in a law firm; we have some of the law on our side. Not only that, but we took in a child with special needs when no one else wanted her. The law can side with us too." Wesley informed her.

"What if we lose Wesley?" Fred asked.

"Then we'll move to Mexico before he can get his hands on her." Wesley replied, "But don't worry, we can't lose, so we won't."

"You better be right. I wouldn't want to have to move to Mexico."

"Well, you wouldn't mind the food," he said in an attempt to lighten the mood if only for a second. And for a second, Fred briefly smiled and it worked.

Cordelia knocked on the office door softly. "He's here," she announced gently.

"Send him in," Wes replied after he and Fred share a brief tense look.

A man, about Wesley's height, with dirty blonde hair entered the office. "Hello," he said hesitantly. "I'm..."

"We know," Wes interrupted.

"Right, your friend told you. Well, my name is Brett... Brett Farber."

"It's nice to meet you," Fred said, hoping being polite would make an impression on him that they were good people. Wesley had a different approach.

"No it isn't," Wes indignantly replied. "There's nothing nice about this meeting."

"I can understand you saying that. But fact of the matter is, she's mine."

"No she isn't. You gave her up four years ago."

"I was young and..."

"So was she." The intensity between the two males was escalating.

"Wes, maybe you should let him talk," Fred suggested, out of not wanting them two to end up getting into a possibly physical fight. For Fred's sake, he backed off.

"As I was saying," Bret continued, "I was young... and well she was... she just screamed every time someone would do so much as touch her..."

"Well then you're..."

"Wesley!" Fred exclaimed before he could finish his interruption. "Continue."

"Her mother and I, we didn't agree on a lot of things, but we agreed she'd be better off somewhere else... we all would."

"And she is!" We replied. "You got what you wanted, she has what she needs. It's win win as is."

"No, because now I have a good job... and... she's mine." Bret pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, "see," it was her birth certificate. The other two examined it.

"So she's yours, that's why you want her. Like a bike you lent to a friend because it was too big, then you got a little taller and expect it back, because after all, it's yours. Is that it?"

Fred stepped in between the two men. "Okay, why don't you two take a break and let me speak. Mr. Farber, we love Sophia, very much, and she has a good home with us. This is the most stability she's known. Breaking that up could be very, very, unhealthy for her, because she's Autistic, in case you didn't know, which was why she'd scream as a baby, but she's making progress and is responding to us because she's getting comfortable with us and we love her very much...and...and, you just can't come here and take her away!" she babbled.

"I'm not doing this with intent to hurt anyone, but my mind isn't changed," Bret told her. "She can get comfortable with me eventually if she has with some strangers. But if you are going to fight me on this, then I guess my lawyers will be in touch with yours."

"That would be this whole building. After all, we're in charge of this law firm, the biggest in LA, and the world," Wesley tried to intimidate.

"Then they'll call the front desk and get everyone on a conference call," Bret said back, before exiting the office.

Not long after he left, Sarai walked in. "You could get me on the phone with him and I can threaten his life. I can threaten you know," she offered. Both adults stared at her confused. "Oh, I was listening in, in the hallway," she explained.

"Thank you for the offer, but maybe instead you can take me up to your mother's place. I want, I need to get Sophia," Fred told her.

"Okie dokie," the teenager shrugged.

"Is your father around?" Wes then asked.

"I believe he came back from his mid-day regelling and is in his office." Sarai shook her head. "It's a shame he's in denial about the addiction," she added to try and humor the adults. It didn't really work, but at least she tried.

"I have to go check on something I gave him the other day," he elaborated as he left. It was a lie. Really, he just wanted to get Angel's advice, but he didn't want to admit to it. Usually, he was the go-to-guy, so it wasn't easy to admit when he needed to borrow someone else's ideas.

As he approached the office, he heard noise. It was Blair, happily sitting on her father's lap, playing with him. Not wanting to interrupt, and feeling a bit jealous, Wes walked away from the office before he was noticed. When he re-entered his own office, he discovered his father had returned and was waiting for him in there. "Hello..." Wesley greeted, shocked, and wishing he didn't have to deal with him at the moment.

"Something wrong?" Roger simply questioned upon his son's greeting to him.

"It's... this isn't a good time. There's a lot going on." He really wasn't in the mood to explain the situation to him of all people.

"What happened?" Roger pressed.

"Why are you back here?"

"I took care of what I needed to do and decided to pay you another visit. Now you can answer my question."

Sighing in regret, he came clean. "Sophia's biological father came here today and wants her back."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that," there was no sympathy in his voice what so ever, but the words themselves were surprising enough.

"Really?" Wes questioned, semi-shocked.

"You think I'm lying?"

"Not what I meant. It's just, you haven't been for my adopting Sophia, so I find it hard to believe you're sorry about this."

"Just because this isn't my ideal way for you to have children, doesn't mean I am glad it might be undone."

"Ah... thank you," he uneasily said to his father. This was not something he was used to or had thought would happen.

"Of course. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go for a moment and track down the restroom again. We'll continue this in a moment"

"Do you want me to show you where it is, again?"

"I am not a child." With that, Roger left the office. Once he was out of range of his son he took out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Good work," he said when the person on the other end answered.

"Really?" Brett, the one on the other end of the phone, questioned to Roger, now using an authentic British accent.

"They believe you are the child's father, all is going as I want."

The young man hesitated. "That's good. Are you sure about this though? These people seem to really love this girl."

"This is for the best, trust me. You should by now, after all, I was the one who trained you back when you were in the Watchers Academy, you should know not to second guess me."

"Yes sir," Brett replied.

"Keep up with the what I've told you to do and I'll be in touch." Roger hung up.

TBC.

A/N: Up next: Brett returns to W&H, Roger sticks around, and Gunn gets suspicious. Until next time, please review.