AN: I own nothing, except Breena, she lives in my head, she likes it there. Let me know what you guys think, whether I should keep going or not. It's all finished so really its up to you, if you like I post.

Cordy was sitting at the long reception desk at the Hyperion cataloging new client info when the front door opened and in walked a woman with a long wrapped package. The package it's self was incredibly awkward and looked like it would have been extremely heavy but to this woman it wasn't. It was tall and thin and looked to have legs coming from the bottom. As a fashionista Cordy recognized a mirror when she saw one. She stood and walked around the counter to meet the woman as she stopped just before her. The woman's hair was cut close to the head and sticking up pixie like all over and a dusty blonde color, her face wasn't the most feminine of all women but all her features from the almond shaped eyes to the full lips fit together nicely. Remembering where she was Cordy spoke.

"Hello, welcome to Angel Investigations. How can we help you?" She asked with a smile she had worked on in her mirror for days, one that she hoped showed trust and comfort.

The taller woman smiled and held out a large hand for her to shake and for the first time since she had walked in the door she smiled. The moment she did Cordy instantly felt at ease and knew without a shadow of a doubt this woman was a White Hat. When their hands touched she felt a warmth spread throughout her body from the point in her hand where they were connected to the tips of her toes and the top of her head. Cordy looked directly into her eyes and saw a kaleidoscope of colors swirling like clouds in a blue sky on a windy Spring day. There was so many that Cordy couldn't discern just one and again the feeling of warmth spread throughout her body.

"Hello Cordelia." The woman said letting go of her hand, her voice a pleasant Irish brogue, husky and soothing.

"How do you know my name?" Cordy asked frowning.

"I know lots of things." The woman said winking and taking off her coat and setting it on the counter. Cordy schooled her expression as she saw the woman's upper torso. She was wearing a tank top with thicker than average spaghetti straps that showed off her muscles and the ones she could see were thick and hard, apparently this woman worked hard.

There were a few scars spanning her upper body but there was one from the top of her left shoulder that went diagonally down her chest to disappear beneath her shirt that looked recent from the pink puffy look it had and also extremely painful. Cordy met her eyes again and saw a kind of darkness settle over her face making her look scary.

"You should see the other guy." She appeared to shake herself after a moment of thought and the light came back into her face once more. "I was wondering if I could see Liam, is he here?"

"Um yes I believe he is down in the basement." Cordy said professional demeanor back. "Who do I tell him is here?"

"Breena, a friend." Breena said smiling serenely. Cordy nodded and turned to walk to the basement. As soon as she was out of sight of the strange lady Cordy began to jog throwing open the basement door she went down the steps two at time, grabbing the bottom banister and using her momentum she swung her self around the steps and towards the training room. Why she was rushing she had no idea, but she she knew that woman was important. As she got closer she could her the rhythmic thwacking that was Angel beating the crap out of a punching bag. Walking into the room she called his name.

"Angel..." He stopped and turned facing the door, saying nothing he waited.

He had been even more broody and quiet ever since the night he went to the magic shop two weeks ago to get some ingredients for a spell. He barely spoke three words anymore to anyone. He wasn't upset or angry he was just silent. Cordy had even tried provocation and nothing.

"There's a woman here to see you." His eyebrows raised slightly. Cordy inwardly rolled her eyes and went on.

"She's says she's a friend, Breena."

"I don't know a Breena." He spoke finally almost startling her.

"Well she says she knows you." Frowning she crossed her arms and waited. Angel sighed and began unwrapping his hands and throwing the tape on a workbench. When he was finished he strode past Cordy bare chested and barefoot up the stairs. Rolling her eyes she followed.

She was watching her feet on the way up checking to see what damage she had done to her Minolo Blahniks she had bought when she had gotten her first acting gig when she slammed into a iron blockade that was Angel's frozen back.

"Angel, what the hell? Bells please." When he said nothing she walked around him and saw Breena smiling happily at him and looking at Angel she saw a answering smile on his face. She had never seen him wear such an expression before.

"Breena huh?" He asked walking forward a smile still on his face. She laughed softly her eyes twinkling. He stood a mere foot from her when he did something that made Cordy gasp. He leaned forward and placing a hand at the base of her spine and one around her broad shoulders he hugged her, bringing her close to his body, her arms came around his shoulders as she hugged him back. He stepped away after a few moments and that was when he saw the scar. Noticing his worried, angry gaze Breena spoke.

"My job has its dangers, but I am fine." She said placing a hand over her heart. Angel not looking like he fully accepted nodded and spoke.

"What brings you here?"

"I brought you something." She said turning and walking towards the tall package Angel followed.

"What is it?" he asked, Breena laughed.

"Open it." She answered smiling. Walking to stand in front of it Angel reached forward and ripped the brown paper down the middle, beneath it was a mirror and in that mirror he saw his reflection for the first time in 200 years.