A/N: It's been a while, sorry! Had to get my ideas together and then I went on a little trip. But I'm back on track. This story may slow though due to the fact of me working on my other fics. (A new one too for Hallam Foe!) So enjoy!

Chapter 10: Plans

David jumped into the new lair. 'I guess I have to call it a house now. Maybe a house-lair?' He shook his head and looked around. He found Angela sitting at the computer in the living room, typing away. "What's going on Ang?" David fell into a sitting position on the couch.

"Just trying to do some work."

'Work. That means Paladin related stuff.' "Where's Griffin?"

She turned off the monitor and spun around on the swivel chair. "Sleeping. Did a Paladin chase you again or are you just visiting?" she asked, looking at him with suspicion.

"Ah, no. Just visiting. But why do you seem...tense?" 'She being defensive almost. I bet it has to do with her family.'

Angela shook her head in protest. "I'm not. Just stressed, I guess. Here, come 'ere," she waved for him. David walked over and stood behind her. Angela pointed at the screen. "I used that address and symbol to do some reverse look ups. I found another Paladin base." She look over her shoulder and smiled at him.

"In," he squinted at the web page. "Tokyo?"

Angela nodded. "It's in the underground." She stood up and grabbed a purple striped hoodie off the end of the desk. "Wanna come with?"

"Does Griffin know you're going?" David asked, pointing towards the bedroom door.

"He does now," A voice from the door said. David turned, seeing Griffin leaning against the doorway. "An' I will not let yeh bust in on a Paladin base," he said pushing himself off the door and pulling on the black shirt he had in his hand.

Angela jumped next to Griffin. "Please?" She seemed to be trying to use her girl-ish charm.

Griffin made a sigh as he rolled his eyes and put an arm around her. "Fine. Later tonight though."

Angela smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Deal," she said, unzipping the hoodie and going into an room unknown to David.

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(Angela POV)

As she walked into the room, she pulled off her hoodie and threw it on a futon by the door. 'Tonight.' She was anxious about going to the Paladin base because she had a feeling she would run into one of her so called "family members" there. Angela sat down on the rolling chair in front of an empty desk. She ran her hands across the smooth wood surface. With a sigh, she pushed off the desk and the chair wheeled to the side towards a bookshelf. She looked over the books, looking for a particular one. 'The Outsiders, Lord of the Rings, The Stand, comic stack...' "Yes!" Angela exclaimed quietly. She pulled the book off the shelf and put it in her lap, opening it gently. It had to be her all time favorite thing: a general history book. 'Where to today?' Angela loved it so much because it had nearly endless possibilities of locations to go. Some she still hadn't been to. Flipping past a few pages, she found a picture that caught her eye. Even after going to Paris so many times, she had not been to the Eiffel Tower. She shut the book, returning it to its spot on the shelf, and stood up. Angela brushed off her black skinny jeans and walked out of the room, making her way to the bedroom. She poked her head in and called, "Griffin?"

"I'm in here," she heard him say from the small bathroom connected to the room. She walked in and found Griffin in front of the sink, shaving.

She frowned. "You're shavin'?" He gave a nod and looked into the mirror in her direction behind him. "I happened to like your bit of scruff."

Griffin leaned down and splashed his face with water. "It was botherin' me," he said as he wiped his face with a washcloth. After returning the washcloth, he turned around and put his hands in his pockets. "What's up?"

Angela looked at him with a curious look. "Have ya ever been to the Eiffel Tower?"

"Why?" Griffn asked as he pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms.

"Can we go there today?"

He eyed her suspiciously. "What's there? There's gotta be a reason behind wantin' to go, yeah?" She shook her head and saw a glimmer in his eye. "Alrigh'. Let's go."

She held up an index finger. "Hold up. I need to change."

"Why? Yeh look fine like tha'."

"Uh uh. I read it's a," Angela made her voice sound elegant, "romantic place." She laughed and gave him a wink as she jumped to the women's section of a Target she visited once in Pennsylvania. Letting her eyes scan the racks quickly, she saw a rack of dresses. She scampered over to them. 'Which one? I haven't worn a dress in a couple years.' Angela grabbed one that had skinny straps and was white with abstract shapes on it. 'Design is nice,' Angela thought while she held it out in front of her. 'And I can wear my regular shoes with it.' She walked back to the near-by dressing room to try it on. She pulled it on and wondered why she hadn't wore dresses for so long. "Whatever," she mumbled as she grabbed her old clothes in a messy pile and jumped back to the bedroom.

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(Griffin POV)

He felt her jump and stood up, walking into the bedroom. Griffin saw Angela throwing a pile of clothes on the floor in front of the little chest of drawers she used. "Wow," he said.

Angela whipped around and look at him nervously. She chewed on her lower lip. "What?"

"You're wearing," he trailed off. "It's nice." He looked down at his own clothes. A black t-shirt and dark jeans. "Don't I feel underdressed. Now you can wait a minute," he said, walking over to where he kept his clothes in a tall cabinet. He quickly changed into a decent pair of blue jeans he had and decided to keep the black shirt. He grabbed his jacket and returned to Angela, who was now sitting on the bed looking bored.

"I knew you owned a pair of regular jeans," Angela laughed.

Griffin glared at her slightly as he took hold of her hand and jumped them to the dining level of the Eiffel Tower. "Hungry?" She nodded and squeezed his hand lightly.

A waiter walked up to them and looked at them with confusion, but led them to a table and gave them menus. Grffin looked at his menu. "What's what?" he heard Angela ask.

"Depends on what yeh want to eat. Pasta?" Griffin replied. He put the menu down and saw her nod. The waiter came back and he told him in French they both wanted the best pasta and wine, causing another confused look from the waiter. Nevertheless, he hurried away. "He prolly doesn't think we can pay," Griffin said with an eyeroll. "So why'd yeh wanna come here?"

Angela shrugged. "I've never been here before. An' like I said, supposed to be romantic," she said with a slight blush on her cheeks. Griffin nodded as she cleared her throat. "So, uh...what's the plan for tonight?"

'In progress as we speak, sweetheart.' "Same as usual. Get in and get out."

"But I-" Angela stopped midsentence.

He eyed her suspiciously. "You what? I'm not gunna let you go after your mum."

"I have to, Griff. You don't get it. I have to."

"Killing yer mum isn't gunnna do anything, Angela," he said in a hushed, yet stern voice.

"I wasn't planning on that. That's my last resort. I just...need to know somethings," her head drooped and Griffin thought he saw a tear drop fall.

The waiter returned with the food and wine. Griffin thanked him as he walked to help the next table. He took a bite of his pasta. "Ang, aren't yeh going ta eat?"

She breathed deeply and took a sip of the red wine in her glass. "I lost my appetite."

He gave a nod. "Alrigh'. Let's just go then. Excuse me!" he called to the waiter. The waiter came over and asked if he needed help. Griffin, using his French dialect skills, asked if they could take the wine with them. The waiter old him they could and he paid the man. Griffin and Angela both stood up. "Still wanna go to the top?"

She sighed. "I do." Griffin walked over to her and took her hand once more, jumping them to the top of the tower. Angela pulled her hand from his and walked to the edge and leaned against the railing. "So this is wha' you wanted to see?" Angela nodded. He walked over and stood aside of her. Looking at her, he noticed she had tears streaming down her face. "'ey, what's wrong love?" Angela made no sounds. She just shook her head to signal nothing. He watched as he saw her clench back a sob. "C'mere," Griffin said pulling against him in a hug. "We don't have to do this tonight. Postpone for later. Or me and David can go."

Angela buried her face into his shirt. "No," she sobbed. "I've had two weeks to cope. I can handle this." She pulled away and her eyes were red and a bit of make-up seemed to be smudged. Angela sniffled and hugged him. "Griffin?"

"Yeah?" he asked as he continued to hold her close.

"I have something I have to tell you."

A/N: Zomg cliffy! Heh. R&R, and please don't beat me....