A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! Sorry again for the update wait, but internet problems held me back. Also I changed the chapter so it's not as previewed at the end of the last one. Hope y'all enjoy it.

When ten minutes past and Fred hadn't returned with Sophia, Wes decided to go up to Darla's and see what was going on after talking to his father. Lindsey let him in the penthouse to reveal Fred was discussing the situation with Darla, Sophia was eating a peanut butter sandwich and Sarai was painting her toenails orange.

"Finally decided to come up here?" Sarai questioned looking up from her toenails. "We've been waiting for you."

"You're waiting for me? Fred was supposed to meet me down stairs." Wesley replied.

"We're females Wes, we change our minds." Sarai informed him. "Besides, we were scared you were gonna go off the deep end."

"Go off the deep end?"

"Yeah, cause you were all testy before, even Fred was just telling mom about it. Not that you don't have a reason too, but with your history of rash bad moronic decisions that end badly, it's cause for concern when you act like you actually have balls," the teenager explained. "Ah, I mean privates," she corrected eyeing Sophia, and Fred's disapproving look.

"Never decide to teach kindergarten or anything," Lindsey jokingly advised.

"Why? Then I could have you give a guest lesson on fixing dice."

"I wasn't!"

"You lie."

"You lie more."

"True. But you're lying now."

"I swear if I have to hear this argument one more time..." an aggravated Darla interrupted to warn. "All day I've been hearing about it," she then complained to Fred.

"So Wes," Sarai moved on, "what brings you up here in search of Fred?"

"I wanted to see what was taking so long."

"Aren't you mister rushy. That's not polite. She was womaning it up with mom. You know, talking to her in the way she can't talk to you because you have testosterone... allegedly."

"It's always a pleasure with you," he replied.

"I try."

Sophia finished her sandwich finally, and got up to examine Sarai's orange toes. "Like them?" Sarai asked, breaking away from insulting the child's father. Sophia nodded. "Cool."

"Potty?" Sophia asked.

"No absolutely not," Sarai replied shaking her head. Sophia stared at her. "Sorry, I was just kidding. Go on to the bathroom. And if Lindsey left the toilet seat up again just come out and kick him like I did last night." Everything besides go to the bathroom, was lost on Sophia, so she left as soon as Sarai stopped talking. "Well," the teen continued after Sophia left, "the short one is gone for the moment so you two can talk freely about what you're gonna do about the thief trying to take her." There was a short pause. "Thieves should be dealt with. I am still trying to come up with something to teach Tom and Katie a lesson."

"Excuse me?" Wes questioned.

"Tom and Katie. They stole from me! They named their baby Suri! That's so obviously a knock off my name it's not even funny. And for all the public knows the kid might not even exist. No one's seen it, so they could've stolen my name for a fake person! How insulting is that?"

"Sometimes, I think about what it might be like in your narcissistic head and... I get scared," Lindsey slowly pointed out.

"I am not for the weak," she replied seriously.

Fred got off the couch and approached Wes. "Do you wanna go somewhere private and talk?" she asked him.

"Because there are no sane people here," Sarai commentated.

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea," Wes agreed. "Would it be alright if we left Sophia here for a little longer?"

"Sure," Darla answered. "I won't be doing anything but listen to those two argue anyway." She nodded her head towards Lindsey and Sarai.

"It's not the bad kind of arguing," Lindsey defended.

"Yeah. It's the fun kind."

"Whatever," Darla replied.

Fred and Wesley left after Sophia came out of the bathroom. "Hey, let's go jump on my bed," Sarai suggested. The two girls headed for the bedroom.

"Be careful," Darla warned. When the girls were in the other room, Lindsey moved to the sofa and he and Darla couldn't help but begin to kiss.

"Stop that! It's nasty cause you're mommy!" Sarai stormed out of her bedroom to order.

"How did you..." Darla began to ask.

"I just know," Sarai cut off and then went back into her room.

Gunn couldn't believe what he didn't find. According to his people who did a thorough search on every document that involved Sophia, there was no record of her ever having a DNA test done when she was a baby. It didn't make sense to him, since he heard Bret had one. As he walked through a hallway trying to come up with a reason or new place to look, he encountered. "Have you seen Wesley? I forgot to tell him something," Roger said to Gunn.

"Sorry, I haven't seen him in a while. He... has a lot on his mind right now."

"Yes, I'm aware."

There was something about Roger's reply that just didn't sit well with Gunn. But for the time being he ignored it. "What's going on with Sophia is terrible," he said instead. "They don't deserve this to happen to them."

"Well, all things happen for a reason," Roger answered, not liking Gunn's take on the matter.

"I can't see a good reason behind this," Gunn insisted.

"Sometimes it's not always clear at first. Trust me though, everything that happens is for the best or else I wou-" Roger couldn't believe he had almost slipped, "it wouldn't be happening."

The 'almost slip' was enough for Gunn to put the pieces together and gain a reasonable suspicion. "Yes, you're right I guess. Excuse me please, I have work I need to take care of," Gunn hurried saying as he walked away. He followed that by sending a text message to two people.

Back in the penthouse:

Sarai stopped jumping when she heard her cell phone go off. She could tell by the ring tone playing, it was Gunn sending her a message. It said to meet him in his office ASAP. So she did. And when she got to his office all she found was Faith there. "Gunn send you a text too?"

"Yup," Faith replied. "Huh, I wonder what's up."

"What's up," Gunn echoed, coming in the office, "is that the very big problem on our hands may be false."

"Which means?" both females questioned.

"I think Wes' dad hired this guy to claim to be Sophia's father or is connected somehow."

"That son of a..." Faith began before the sight of Sarai grabbing a letter opener and heading for the door, cut her off.

"Woah, hold on!" Gunn advised his best friend.

"Hold on? You asked us here to go kick ass, right? Well, that's what I'ma do," Sarai responded.

"No, no, I asked you two here because we need to get solid proof. I think we should talk to them separately and in depth. Then compare notes," he explained.

"I like my idea of threatening violence better," the teenager said.

"See, that's part of why I like you. It's because of you I'm not considered the psychotic-violent-girl in the group," Faith half sarcastically pointed out.

"Glad to help out," she replied. "Now, Gunn, you really think talking will work? Do you really think that if we ask nice enough we'll get a confession? Cause if so then I need to get you help for your obvious head trauma."

"We be discreet. Talk about the situation, ask questions, see if he'll slip," Gunn explained. "Which is why I asked Faith here. With Bret though, Sarai, you can be more intimating and less discreet."

"Why? Do you think I can't be discreet? I could, if I wanted. But I find bluntly getting to the point much easier and less stressful for me."

"Just don't do anything that will make me need to start a defense case for you," he warned. "I tracked down where he's staying," he added.

"Fine. But... can I have a sidekick? You're going with Faith so I can't have you. And I think I should have a sidekick like all the greats do."

"Greats?"

"Yeah. You know, Bart and Milhouse, Batman and Robin, Will and Carlton, Lucy and Ethel, Al and Jefferson, Ari and Lloyd..."

"I get the point," Gunn eventually cut off. "Yeah go ahead. Even though I know you're just looking for a ride there."

"Well, yeah. Walking is stupid, just like all other forms of exercise."

"Go for it."

With that, Sarai left the room and looked for the person she had in mind. Her search stopped at her father's office. "Hi daddy!" she happily waved.

"What are you up to?" he questioned, suspicious of her perky mood. It was never a good sign.

"Nothing." She turned to the other adult in the room; Spike. "You need to come with me."

"Me?" Spike questioned.

"No, the other hair product obsessed vampire in the room."

"Me?" Angel questioned.

"Oh oops. That was a pretty bad comment," Sarai replied, realizing it applied to both. "I meant Spike. Come with me."

"Alright."

"Behave!" Angel warned them both.

"I have a mission," Sarai said to Spike once they left the office. "Gunn's busy and Dawn isn't the one to enlist."

"What about that boyfriend of yours?"

"I don't want him to see me until I get my eyebrows waxed. And besides, he's not fit for this either. You're the perfect one to help me with it. "

"This better be good." Spike didn't like his day interrupted when he still had Angel-annoying to do.

"It is. It has to do with preventing Fred from losing her daughter."

Spike was now very interested. "Whatever it takes, let's do it."

TBC

A/N: Hope that was enjoyable. Up next: Wes/Fred talk about their relationship and Sophia, Gunn/Faith question Roger, and Sarai/Spike question Bret.

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