Here is the new and improved chapter 2! XD

Chapter 2: Night.

Maria hurried over to Michael's apartment, grumbling under her breath about demanding aliens and stupid ex-boyfriends.

Joining the already assembled group Maia's gaze flickered to the tall dark haired teen with a rebellious air around him, 'Michael Guerin, why do you have to be so thick headed.'

Sighing to herself Maria stared at the ceiling, waiting for this 'meeting' to begin.

"The New Mexico Murderer is getting closer, Michael and I think it's best if we keep a lower than usual profile, the FBI is on this so we have to be careful," Max Evans started and ended the meeting quickly

"That's it?" Isabel's bewildered tone asking for more than just a few words.

"There's nothing else to say Is," hidden worry lines made themselves known making him look older than he was.

"How about the facts, and why we need to be careful? Don't you think that's important?"

Honestly Isabel had thought he was going to do more than inform everyone else of what everyone in Roswell already knew.

"Yeah, what Isabel said," Maria glared at him backing up Isabel.

Max nodded mutely, he should have known Isabel wouldn't be satisfied with just a few words, "from what Alex could find out there have been 4 victims. Each claiming to have been abducted at a young age and then interviewed by the FBI, that's all there is to know right now."

"We just need to be careful," Alex spoke up, "and if we're lucky this guy will pass Roswell altogether." Max nodded pulling Liz into his arms as Tess looked on with envy in her eyes.

"So that's it?" Maria asked impatiently.

"Yeah that's it Maria," Michael glared at his ex-girlfriend, not liking the attitude she was throwing around at the moment.

Mumbling under her breath Maria crossed her arms over her chest and walked of the apartment, "can't believe I wasted gas coming here."

Shaking his head Michael watched as everyone followed, "freaking pointless," he muttered as he locked the door behind him.

Seeing the ex-couple act so coldly towards each other Liz snuggled deep into Max's arms and wondered if Michael's mood would change if he knew how much he meant to her best friend.

Meanwhile at the Roswell Hotel…

"So let me get this straight," Kathryn's impatience was growing, "you want Connor and I to be the bait."

"Yes, you see we've noticed that the killer feels drawn to the victims, he observes their routines before going in for the kill," Wesley cleaned his glasses for the sixth time, Kathryn was keeping count. It amused her as much as it did back when Giles would do the same thing. She stifled the urge to smile at the man.

"What's he drawn too exactly?" having been exceptionally quiet till then Connor had found a soft spot in his heart for his younger aunt and her ability to frustrate Wesley so easily.

"We don't know what to expect since no one's seen the demon and we don't know if it'll go for both of you at the same time or not at all," Angel knew they were working with basically nothing.

"So if no one's seen him or it. How do we know it's a demon? And you don't know what it's drawn too. What if it's human Liam? What'll we do then?" trying to keep her temper in control Kathryn huffed, her stomach slenching.

Dang it she was hungry! 'I'd like to see HIM go without his special brand of food for a day.'

Angel brought his fingers up to the bridge of his nose and asked the powers that be for mercy and a clue, they'd been at it for hours and Kathryn's growling stomach let him know if she didn't get food soon she'd rip them all new ones, "we'll talk about it later, after you eat."

Glaring at him from her seat at the foot of the bed Kathryn walked out of the boys room, "fine by me," slamming the adjoining door in her fury.

Growling in frustration Angel motioned Wes to follow him, turning to look at his son Angel's glare faltered, "wait for her please Connor and catch up with us at that place we passed. I think it was called Crash-something."

"Yeah sure," Connor waited for his father to close the door before changing himself.

Next door Kathryn paced the length of her room, biting her lower lip as her mind started working over time, 'who stuck a freaking stick up his ass! Geez! You'd think after a year of no communication he'd at least ask 'hey how are you? How's life? What have you been doing?' and what a stupid plan! Connor and I as bait! Please! Won't work…too suspicious…maybe..yeah maybe I'll call her..she'll be able to get that stick out of his ass no matter how far in it is.'

Grabbing her dark blue jeans, black boots and black tank Kathryn made a mental note to call the only person she could think of to get Angel out of his funk.

I was actually pretty surprised that this chapter was small compared to everything else.

Huh.

anyway!

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