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Chapter 6- Friends & Enemies

:: Within twenty minutes the pair would walk into Wolfram & Hart. Buffy was quite taken back by this new stranger, Lindsey. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He seemed normal enough. He was alive for starters, and he was a lawyer. That has to count for something doesn't it? It was all too good to be true. Little did Buffy know that she was in the very place that had been giving Angel so much trouble as of late. ::

Buffy:: As she was being led through the lobby of the firm she couldn't help but be in awe of her surroundings. "This is a really big

firm."

Lindsey:: "Yeah. Everyone here is like a family to me."

Buffy:: "I would assume you probably make a good bit of money here, judging by the looks of everything." She then realized she may

have stuck her foot in her mouth. "Oh god. Please just disregard that comment. I don't typically ask guys that I meet how much

they make on the same day I meet them." Her face suddenly turned a bright shade of pink.

Lindsey:: He chuckled. "Don't worry about it. It's not everyday that I get a pretty girl to come back to the office with me."

Buffy:: "You're too good to be true." Less than thirty feet in front of her was what looked like a security checkpoint. "Wow. Looks like

you take security really serious here?"

Lindsey:: He nodded as they approached the checkpoint. "Yeah. It's a weapon check. The senior partners require it due to recent

incidents."

Buffy:: "What kind of recent incidents?"

Lindsey:: "It's confidential information. Although I'm sure you would be bored with the details anyways." He walked through the security check with

relative ease.

Buffy:: She follows him through the sensors and a loud beep erupted. She looked over at the security guards. "It's probably my belt buckle." A female guard walked up to her and began to pat her down. "Is this really necessary?"

Guard:: "Found something." The guard reaches into Buffy's inside jacket pocket and pulls out a stake. The guard glances at Lindsey. "Should I toss it?"

Lindsey:: "Let me have it." He takes the stake from the guard and looks over to Buffy. "Lets go, Buffy."

Buffy:: She sighs and follows him towards the elevator. Once inside the elevator, the pair stood in uncomfortable silence. She figured he probably

thought she was some freak now. That's just what she needed. A nice, normal guy turned off by her weird extra-curricular activities. As they

exited the elevator on one of the top floors of Wolfram & Hart, she followed him to his office door.

Lindsey:: He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open. "After you."

Buffy::She stepped into the office and casually looked around.

Lindsey:: "Buffy, why don't you have a seat."

Buffy:: She looked at him with a quizzical look on her face and then obliged, sitting down in the chair as requested. "I thought you had to take care of

do something real quick. I've been looking forward to caffeine all day."

Lindsey:: "I just want to ask you a question."

Buffy:: "Alright, ask away."

Lindsey:: He walked over to his desk and sat down on top of it, only a few feet away from her. "What are you doing with a stake?"

Buffy:: A small smile would form across her lips. "I'm building a really little fence." That excuse never gets old.

Lindsey:: "Oh. Because I thought you probably used it for self-defense against vampires."

Buffy:: She laughed. "You know you're so full of it! Vampires? Come on. If we're not going to go get coffee in the near future than I should really

be getting back to the hospital."

Lindsey:: He leans in and impulsively kisses her.

Buffy:: She quickly turns her head and stands up walking towards the door. "I should go now. I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend."

Lindsey:: He slowly follows her towards the door. "You can't leave."

Buffy:: She turns around and looks at Lindsey. "Look, you seem like a decent guy, but I'm in a weird place right now and it's not the right time for me to add any more guys to the equation." She reaches for the doorknob.

Lindsey:: He quickly grabs her by the arm before she has a chance to open the door.

Buffy:: OK, now she was pissed off. This guy put on the charm at first, but now he was different, he seemed desperate. "I don't think you wanna do

that."

Lindsey:: He tightens his grip on her arm. "And why the hell not?"

Buffy:: She quickly pulled her arm away, breaking his grip, then grabbed him and threw him into one of the bookshelves in his office. She smiled

as she saw the whole bookshelf collapse on top of him. "What can I say, I get kind of agitated without my caffeine fix." She twisted the

doorknob and walked out. Minutes later she would be back outside on the streets of Los Angeles. She hailed a taxi and headed back to the

hospital.

:: Less than twenty minutes later, Lindsey was being wheeled out on a stretcher to a waiting ambulance. There were also a few police cars present.

A young cop is at the scene. Her hair was a medium blonde length. She was wearing dark pants, and a dark turtleneck. Her name was Kate Lockley. She was standing outside of the building speaking with Holland Manners, one of the top players at Wolfram & Hart.

Kate:: "You know I wouldn't generally help you, due to the fact that I hate you and all you represent."

Holland:: "I'm well aware of that. We are grateful for your help in this case, but we don't necessarily need your help as we feel this might be an internal

issue."

Kate:: "I wouldn't be surprised if one of your clients did this. Based on the description it sounds like a young girl you hired who was involved in a

murder a while ago."

Holland:: "Lindsey would've mentioned if it was her or not."

Kate:: "And why should I believe you?"

Holland:: "I never said you should. But you should believe me when I say that Angel is involved."

Kate:: "Angel is not on my list...he'll never be. The rumored attacker was said to have had a wooden stake stripped from her at the security checkpoint.

I'll go talk to some of my sources, get some leads and I'll call you back when I find out more."

Holland:: He nods and walks away.

Kate:: "God, I hate that man." She rolled her eyes and walked over to her squad car, getting inside and speeding off.