With clenched fists, Faith stalked off into the direction of where her ring was indicating, barely cognizant of the whispered harangue by Leonard towards a puzzled Sheldon over how thoroughly this theoretical physicist had just offended their guest. Passing by a bedroom door, the Slayer's eyes flicked towards this empty room due to the ring abruptly pointing in there. Faith glanced over her shoulder to see she was out of sight from the others in the living room, and she instantly dodged into the bedroom. Once there, she glanced around, and this woman right away found what she'd been seeking, resting on one of the bookshelves at the far wall.

Striding over, Faith dug into her purse on the way, coming out with an absolutely identical knife to the one now before her. A rapid switch was made, with the original knife being gingerly placed inside her otherwise empty purse. Both this personal bag and the replica had also been provided by Willow, who guaranteed the eBay buyer would never know anything was different about his purchase. Too, the purse would conveniently prevent the dangerous magical object now in there from harming anyone.

A stealthy departure from the bedroom found Faith back in the short hallway leading to the bathroom. From the sounds of those guys still arguing in the living room, none of them had noticed her quick pilfering, so the Slayer went on to have the previously mentioned pit stop, which she needed anyway.

A minute or so later, Faith left the bathroom, promising to herself to always in the future keep a cherry bomb in her pockets to flush down the toilet. The creep who'd just insulted her damned well deserved something like that- Stopping dead in her tracks, Faith slowly smiled, producing an expression of unrivaled malice which would've surely sent her Scooby Gang comrades fleeing for the hills. Oh, yeah. Even if she couldn't physically rip off that guy's head, it'd be just as fun to mess with it.

Returning to the living room, a law enforcement agent sent towards the four men gazing with mixed emotions at her a very bland look in return. Without further ado, Ms. Page held out her hand to shake goodbye with them all. Leonard and Sheldon, both glad that this time things had gone reasonably well, eagerly lined up to do this. Naturally, things didn't go as smoothly when it was Raj's turn.

Rajesh Koothrappali's ordinarily genial relationship with his California friends hit a rocky patch for the next several days, since they rather reasonably refused to believe what the New Delhi astrophysicist kept insisting had happened to him. Namely, when Agent Page shook his sweaty hand, this female avatar of beauty then seductively rubbed the ball of her thumb several times in circles against his damp palm. There was also the totally unbelievable claim that during this, from the side of her face hidden from the others, the stone-cold gorgeous hot mama had delivered to him a wonderfully bawdy wink.

Sheldon lifted an eyebrow in proper Spock fashion at Raj collapsing to the floor in a quivering heap. The FBI agent, obviously unused to reactions like this, hastily stepped back, making way for Leonard and Howard to rush forward and aid their friend. Continuing to disapprovingly watch yet another Koothrappali meltdown in the presence of a member of the female gender, Sheldon failed to notice an advancing presence taking advantage of the distraction she'd created, until a malevolent hiss clearly meant for his ears alone came from the woman next to him.

"It won't matter how good your cleaners are, 'cause they'll never find or fix what I just did in your precious bathroom, smart-ass. Enjoy."

Sweeping out of the living room, Faith pulled the front door closed after her departure. She next paused out in the hallway, listening through the panel. Sure enough, the Sheldon guy promptly announced with utter seriousness back there, "Leonard, we're moving. Now."

Clapping her hand over her mouth just in time to prevent her sudden guffaws from escaping, Faith still nearly lost it anyway at Leonard's shocked yelp, "What?! Why the hell should we?"

Her shoulders shaking with glee at pulling off such a perfect payback, Faith next heard the asshole known as Sheldon uneasily declare, "I haven't the slightest idea, and I don't ever want to know for sure. Nonetheless, start packing."

Gaily humming to herself while heading for the stairs, Faith left behind in her wake the start of yet another ferocious argument between Leonard and Sheldon, watched with evident enjoyment by Howard standing over the comatose body of Raj.

Coming out of the apartment building, the Slayer proceeded along the street sidewalk towards her car parked up the block. Pulling out her cell phone from a jacket pocket, Faith hit redial and waited until she heard a very familiar, "Hello?"

"JOLLY GOOD SHOW, SAH!" roared Faith into the mouthpiece in a truly horrendous English accent. Grinning at the shocked silence ensuring from her phone, she snickered, "Guess who, Giles, old chap?"

"Are you done, Faith?" acidly inquired Rupert Giles, shifting his phone receiver to the other side of his head, while rubbing at a ringing ear opposite there.

"Yup, glorious and wise master of us Slayers bowing and scraping to your every whim," drawled the woman leaning against the side of her rental car. "Which in case ya forgot, included me picking up that stupid knife from a bunch of world-class geeks. Went almost like a charm. I got it right in my purse, ready to be Fed-exed or however you want it."

"Oh, good," sighed the director of the New Council in his genuine relief. "I'll let Willow know. She said it'd be safe to magically move it inside the purse, unlike the danger of her using any large-scale transportation spells on that bloody thing when it was out in the open. Listen, here's what you need to do next: put your purse somewhere out of sight where it'll stay still, and then just wait. Fifteen minutes from now, Willow's spell to bring it over here will start, and we'll finally be able to properly dispose of it. Which, I'm afraid, will also include the purse. I hope this isn't a disappointment-"

"Nah," shrugged Faith, glancing at her watch to make sure of the time. She straightened up away from the car, and started walking down the sidewalk again. The woman continued into her phone, "Don't give a damn 'bout the bag. I'm heading to a park across the street. There's a picnic table I can see from here which looks perfect. Everything'll be ready in a minute, tops."

At his office desk inside the ancient castle which was the Scotland headquarters for the New Council with its multitude of Slayers and Watchers, Giles nodded in satisfaction. Until he abruptly became still in his chair. A certain word among the conversation of the past few minutes had just stridently called attention to itself in the Englishman's memory. Closing his eyes in dismay, a former high school librarian glumly asked, already certain he wasn't going to enjoy this, "Faith, a moment ago you mentioned, 'Went almost like a charm.' Could you be more specific, please?"

A frankly obnoxious cackle came drifting through the earpiece of Giles' phone, along with a triumphant woman chortling, "Took ya long enough, didn't it? Must be all those concussions catching up with ya-"

"Faith!" gritted Giles.

The Slayer smirked into the distance while stepping onto the other sidewalk before the park grounds, offhandedly noting, "Ain't no big deal." Glancing around to make sure she was the only one in the vicinity, Faith headed to the picnic table she'd chosen and sat down on the bench of this metal table. Taking her purse off and putting it at the other end of the bench, she casually informed her exasperated listener, "Just saying, it sure woulda been a helluva lot better if anyone but me showed up to do the job."

"Why?" blankly responded a confused Briton, only to then be told the reason by a very sardonic Slayer:

"Because I've got another damn double out here!"