When the knock on the door sounded, Dawn, who'd been sitting on the rug in front of the couch where Faith and Cordelia were sitting while the three talked and Xander and Jesse played at the park, got up to answer it. The two days since Faith had arrived for her visit were going very well for all of them, even if Faith did have to sleep on the air mattress and felt the urge to tease Cordelia over the ugly couch repeatedly. There hadn't even been any of the awkwardness Dawn had suggested to Mrs. Sheldon, the old grandmother, over Xander and Faith, who'd once been lovers, being in the same space as Xander and Cordelia, who were married. Neither had Faith felt the need to bait Cordelia over it and Cordelia didn't feel defending her territory was necessary. Xander wasn't a hormonal eighteen year old teenage boy anymore, but he was a deeply in love twenty three year old married man.
On the other hand, neither he nor Jesse could handle the three way gossip fest that resulted from three woman becoming friends and Jesse had a limit on how much cooing over him he could handle, which was why the two of them had fled to the safety of the park. Where they would have stayed until Jesse was ready to fall asleep if Xander hadn't spotted the taxi driving slowly down the street checking addresses and the man sitting in the back seat that looked familiar. He couldn't quite identify him, it had been five years since Xander had seen Wesley Wyndham-Price and that had been an entirely different wardrobe and life experience Wesley Wyndham-Price. But knowing who he was wasn't as important as the feeling Xander got when he spotted him. The knowing feeling, whoever was in that taxi was trouble. Time to go home. He began gathering Jesse up and turned to the teenagers watching over the kids as the parents sat at the picnic tables and kept a collective eye on the kids while talking. "Stay alert, there's a stranger in the neighborhood, I just saw him. I think I know him, I'm going to check him out." Annie nodded and ran to pass the message to her mother, this was a neighborhood where people looked out for each other, one of the reasons Xander and Cordelia liked living here, after all and because the people kept an unofficial community watch going. Investigating strangers was an absolute necessity.
Xander settled Jesse on his hip and tried to reconcile the briefly glimpsed profile of the man in the back seat of the taxi with his memories, hoping he figured it out before the man became a problem as he hot footed it down the block as fast as he could carrying Jesse.
Dawn opened the door of the apartment and saw a man she'd never met, either in person or in the memories the monks had inserted in her head. Nor had Wesley ever met her in real life, but the information the Watchers Council had given him on both Slayers before he was dispatched to Sunnydale to guide Faith had included mention that Buffy Summers had a then eleven year old sister.
"Excuse me." Wesley said. "I'm looking for Cordelia Chase.
Cordelia heard a voice she didn't recognize, like Xander, it had been five years since she'd last seen Wesley and that one time, very bad kiss they'd shared. But Faith did recognize the voice and reacted. She exploded from the couch and crossed the room with Slayer speed and grabbed Wesley and pulled him into the apartment and being careful of her strength, pushed him against the wall face first, kicked apart his legs to keep him off balance and twisted his right arm up behind his back to keep control over him.
"Last I heard Wesley, you were working for Evil, Inc., you remember, Wolfram and Hart, people who literally sold their souls to work for upper level demons, when they're not worshipping them, that is. So you want to explain to me why you're looking for Cordelia?" Dawn backed hastily away from the two and hurried over to Cordelia, who'd gotten very tense when she'd heard Faith's question. Wesley was one of the group who'd worked with Angel and the clone of her, who'd suffered terribly, in large part because this man, who should have known better, hadn't seemed to care that the visions the clone had gotten shouldn't have caused pain or damage. Why would he come looking for her if he was working for Wolfram and Hart? It couldn't be a good reason, that's for sure.
"I don't work for Wolfram and Hart anymore, I was fired when someone destroyed Angel, since my contract was contingent on him being there. I'm looking for Cordelia, she's my friend, I'm worried about her. The last thing I heard, she was dead."
Xander arrived at the open door of the apartment in time to hear Wesley's statement. He took in Faith's hold on Wesley and nodded approvingly before holding Jesse out to Dawn. "Dawn, take Jesse and go in the bedroom."
Too scared to even consider arguing with the command and it was a command, Dawn grabbed little Jesse and headed for the bedroom as Xander turned back toward Wesley.
"Wesley, I'd like a word with you before I turn you over to be tried for your crimes. Let's start with allowing the person you knew to be Cordelia Chase to suffer unnecessary pain, misery and damage while working for Angel."
"That pain was a byproduct of her being a messenger for the Powers, Angel's conduit as their Champion." Wesley protested.
"No, it was totally unnecessary and she wasn't a messenger for anyone because getting visions would have happened anyway and Angel wasn't a Champion for anyone. Something he knew before he went to work for Wolfram and Hart."