Chapter Ten

Lineage

 

 

 

It was a little after noon when Angel arrived back at the hotel.  He walked in the lobby expecting to see everyone or at least someone, instead there was no one.

 

He didn’t think long on the absence of his crew, because his mind was already on the heist.  He had a chance to briefly look over the layout of the house and the vault that the Mayor had given him when he told him he would do the job. It wasn’t going to be easy. The place was built like a fortress.

 

The security system was the best Angel had ever seen. In fact, it was so good that certain aspects of it looked familiar and he couldn’t help but wonder who designed it. 

 

There was no doubt in Angel’s mind that Oz was the best there was…anywhere.  And he knew that Oz didn’t moonlight.  He was as dedicated to the Order as Angel was. So that meant that either there was someone else out there who was just as good or someone has been borrowing Oz’s ideas.

 

He hadn’t had a chance to show the schematics to Oz yet but he knew that when he did, the computer genius would not be happy to learn that someone had been stealing his ideas. He was very touchy about that sort of thing.

 

He walked through the lobby and toward his office. Opening the door he stopped when he saw the reason why his team was mysteriously absent.

 

“It’s about time you showed up. I was about to send a search party out for you.”

 

Angel frowned at his uncle.  He sat in Angel’s leather chair drinking his whiskey, looking like he was king of the castle and Angel didn’t like that. This was his castle and he was the king.

 

The question was what was he doing here?  Uncle never came here. He always made Angel come to him; it was a power trip for the old man. 

 

Shutting the door he made no attempt to hide his displeasure. “What do you want?”

 

Quentin smirked at him, “Is that anyway to greet your Uncle?”

 

Angel looked at him, really looked at him.  He noticed the old man’s body language and how he seemed tenser than usual. He noticed the way his hand swung slightly as he rested it on the arm of the chair. And he could just make out the slight movement of his leg that was under the desk.  Angel grinned inside, the old man was anxious. 

 

He poured a drink and walked to the desk with the decanter.  “Forgive me if I seem abrupt Uncle your visit is just unexpected.”

 

He held the decanter out to Quentin, who shook his head no.

 

“I’ve been trying to reach you at the house but the line appears to be dead. I was…concerned.”

 

Yeah right.  “There’s a problem with the equipment. I have to send Oz over to fix it. What’s up?”

 

“I spoke with the client.”

 

“The Mayor?”

 

“Yes. He informed me of your decision to do the job. I’m very pleased Angelus.”

 

Angel nodded.  I bet you are. Let the games begin.

 

“I know that this must be a difficult time for you and I want to make sure that you are in the right frame of mind to complete the job successfully.” Quentin’s keen gaze stayed riveted on Angel’s emotionless face.

 

“Difficult time?”

 

“Angelus, I know how much the girl meant to you and I’m sure  finding out that she had been manipulating you this whole time was quite a shock.”

 

“Quite.” Angel coldly said as he sipped his whiskey. 

 

Quentin smiled, “It’s better to discover now how…untrustworthy she is before you are fully involved with the…”

 

“Traitorous bitch?” Angel interjected.

 

Quentin’s eyes sparkled, “I think I would put it more eloquently, but yes.”

 

Angel sat there staring at his Uncle amazed that the man really thought he was getting one over on him.

 

“So you thought what, that you would come here and console me? Really Uncle, I’m touched by your show of emotion. But it’s not necessary. That whore is out of my life.”

 

He tipped is glass toward him while smiling dispassionately, but his heart protested to his last statement and his stomach churned restlessly. 

 

Quentin’s smile faded, he didn’t like being associated with such trivial things as emotions. “Hardly dear boy, I want to make sure that you’re not so distraught that you screw up the job.”

 

“Ah…of course, well have no fear Uncle. My head is exactly where it needs to be. The job will get done.”

 

Quentin smiled, relaxed once more with his position. He just knew the boy would dump that tramp the moment he read the file.  He was too egotistical to do otherwise.

 

He stood up placing his glass down on the desk. “Good. I don’t need to remind you the importance of this job.”

 

“No.  You and The Mayor want to control the World.”

 

Quentin chuckled, “that’s a little dramatic don’t you think.” He walked over to the window and looked out with his back to Angel. 

 

Angel just stared at him.  He was so familiar with this position it was boring.  The old man would cross his hands together behind his back and stare out the window while telling him some tale that was supposed to incite Angel to his side.

 

“Angelus, The Order of Aurelius has been watching over this country since it gained its freedom from the British.  You know as well as I do, that it is this Order that has been the main force in keeping this country running smoothly and in an orderly fashion.  We look out for the greater good because we know that governments are corrupt, they always have been and they always will be.”

 

Angel smugly stared at his back; this was the part where he told him that sometimes killing was a necessary evil to help protect what the country stood for…democracy and freedom.

 

“There are bad people in this world Angelus, people that our own government isn’t aware of. Those people are the ones that we need to watch. We’ve been doing it for centuries but times are changing and we need someone else in office. We need someone who understands that sometimes violence is needed to keep peace. Richard Wilkens is just the man we need to get things done.”

 

Angel snorted, he highly doubted that. “Uncle you’re not telling me anything I don’t know.”

 

He stood up, “Look I don’t care if you and The Mayor want to control the entire world. That’s not my business. My business is making sure that you get the chance to do it.”

 

It almost made him sick to say it, to stand there and kiss his ass, make him think that he was on the same side. But he had to and he had to play it to a tee. His Uncle was too shrewd and too intuitive.  He would pick up the slightest hesitation or doubt that Angel had and then he would ambush him.

 

The fact that Uncle wanted to put a psycho like The Mayor in office told him one thing. Quentin was getting greedy. He was tired of being the puppet master behind people that he thought were substandard.  He wanted the world to know that he was in charge. It was the complete opposite of what the Order stood for.  The objective of the Order was to make sure that the government didn’t forget the people that put it into business. Not world dominance. Uncle had forgotten that and Angel meant to remind him.

 

Quentin turned around and faced him. He looked hard and long at his body language and facial expressions.  Seconds passed by while he made his quick perusal.  Detecting no sign of deceit, he smiled at him. “Good.”

 

He headed toward the door and opened it, “I’m glad to see that you are back to your old self my boy. I must admit I was concerned that you were turning your back on your family’s legacy and your duty to this country. It would have been a shame to lose your talents. I would hate to see what happened to my dear brother Liam happen to you.”

 

Angel’s eyes hardened frostily.  “I know my duty to the Order and to my country Uncle.  Kill for the greater good.” His voice was just as hard and callous as his eyes.

 

Quentin nodded, “Keep me informed.” He left, closing the door behind him.

 

Angel walked over to the wall and hit the button that opened the panel to the security cameras. He watched as his Uncle left the building and got into the waiting limo.

 

As the limo drove down the street Angel threw his glass at the wall and it shattered into a million pieces.  Uncle just confirmed his suspicions He had suspected for a long time that his parent’s death was never as innocent as a simple car crash.  People in their line of work didn’t die that way.  They died from guns or knives, usually welded by their enemies, not car crashes.

 

He knew the old bastard was responsible and he knew why. 

 

Since the day Angel was born his father had drilled into him what the Order stood for and what Angel’s role would be in it.  He had a deep understanding and commitment to keeping the objective of the Order alive.  It was that understanding that made his job easy.  There was no guilt. He never felt like a bad person for killing any of the marks he had ever taken down.  Because he knew that what he was doing was for his country.

 

He never cared about getting credit for his deeds, that didn’t matter to him. All that mattered to him, his father, and all their ancestors before them, was insuring that the Order continued in their steadfast partisan roots.

 

But Quentin didn’t have that same agenda, at least not anymore. 

 

Angel remembered his father’s diary and all that it said.  In it Liam wrote how Quentin was his half brother, the product of an affair that Angel’s grandfather had with an English Noblewoman.  That was news to Angel.

 

He also wrote that they never liked or trusted each other.  They worked together only for the good of the Order.  Liam told him everything and he told him never to trust Quentin.  This Angel always knew, he easily remembered the strained tension between the brothers.

 

But the more he had read the dairy the more he saw through the eyes of his father how over the years with Quentin in charge the Order slowly changed.  From his father’s entries it appeared that it all started when Liam married Patricia.  Quentin protested to the marriage from day one.  It didn’t matter that Patricia herself was a member of the Order, what mattered to Quentin was preserving the Order, and he felt that love was a detriment.

 

Liam knew that was the turning point of the Order.  He knew what Quentin thought and he knew what steps Quentin took to protect the Order. He started to associate the Order with men in high power, who underneath their thousand dollar suits, were just low life criminals that ran guns and sold drugs.

 

When Liam confronted Quentin about it, his response was simple, keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer.

 

Liam understood and could even agree with it to some point but he still could not overlook the fact that the principle of the Order was shifting from selfless patriotic acts to self-serving purposes.  He saw the changes in Quentin as well as he became studiously selfish and greedy, it was clear to Liam that Quentin served himself and no one else.

 

Liam had been incensed to see something that his ancestors built turn into something vile and evil, and he was determined to change that. 

 

He kept working in the Order, diligently documenting every crooked deal and immoral man that Quentin had contact with.  He learned that there were others like him within the Order that were not happy with what was going on.  They rallied together having secret meetings and becoming a silent factor within the organization. Their only goal was to restore the Order to its once noble and nationalistic roots. Everything they discovered was kept in safety deposit boxes in Switzerland.  All with the hope that one day their children would be able to reinstate the Order to its once glorious beginnings.

 

The last year before they died, Liam’s entries became frantic and sparse.  He wrote of a man, someone he thought was a friend, someone he had trusted with his life many times over, someone he believed was betraying him.  His last entry was as clear as clear could be…he feared for the well being of his family. 

 

Not long after that Liam and Patricia O’Rourke were killed and Angel was sent to live with his Uncle.  It was a month after their death that Angel, who was away at boarding school in England, received a parcel. Inside was his father’s dairy. Angel never knew who sent it, he assumed it was someone like his father, someone who left the Order and was in hiding. But it didn’t matter who sent it…he had read it, many times…over and over again.

 

From then on Angel never trusted his Uncle. When he turned eighteen he traveled to Switzerland and retrieved the safety deposit boxes. He read everything inside of every single box. He studied them, learning everything that he needed to learn in order to bring his Uncle down.  He aligned himself with the heirs of the men that his father had written about. People like him that wanted to help restore the Order. People like Spike and Oz.

 

Like their father’s before them, they worked silently in an attempt to attain their target. And over the years there were moments when Angel thought they would. But those chances disappeared for one reason or another, and Angel became disgruntled.

 

He started to become what he hated most. He got lost in the blackness of his job and forgot what it really all meant. He became just a ruthless killer who wanted nothing more than the thrill of the kill and the rewards in his pockets. He had become his Uncle.

 

But Buffy changed all that.  Meeting Buffy had been like a burst of radiant light in his otherwise dark life.  She put hope back in his soul.  She made him remember that there was more to this world than what he had been doing. It was because of her that he once more picked up his endeavors to restore the Order.  

 

But falling in love with her also made him realize that he couldn’t accomplish that goal within the Order anymore.  He wasn’t about to make the same mistake his father had. There was no way he would sacrifice her to accomplish his own personal mission.

 

So he decided to leave the Order.  He could still take Quentin down from the outside. He knew everything there was to know about his Uncle and his dealings, and he knew that he would finally succeed. 

 

He had made several attempts to do just that since meeting Buffy, but each time he did Quentin handed him another job, one that actually benefited the country, one that reflected what the Order used to be about.  It was almost like he knew and tried to manipulate Angel into believing that the Order never changed. 

 

Angel knew otherwise but he took the jobs anyway, it was just in his blood.  He couldn’t resist the call of the thrill. It was just something that he was born to do. So he kept working for Quentin and he kept waiting for the right time to leave. 

 

Then it happened.  He was literally handed a gift from the devil himself and it was both the worst day of his life and the best.

 

Quentin thought that by showing Angel the folder on Buffy that it would bring him back to the Order, take him back inside the darkness where Quentin wanted him to be. And for a short and asinine moment it had – that was what made it the worst day in his life.

 

But once more his goddess saved him.  Once more she had restored his faith…in love, and in himself – and that made it the best day.

 

This was it.  This was the chance they had all been waiting for and he was going to take it.  No matter what, he was going to succeed in achieving his goal and restore the Order to its origins. He was going to make his Uncle pay for killing his parents and he was going to make his father proud of him.

 

Uncle was right; there was no job that was more important than this one.  It had to go off without a hitch. And with the help of Buffy it would.

 

He turned his attention to the mark.

 

Henry Mersum.

 

He pulled out the picture that the Mayor had given him. He stared into the man’s green eyes, there was a tug in his gut; something was telling him there was more to this guy than what the folder said.

 

According to this, the man was a lawyer for Wolfram & Hart. They were a big time law firm whose clients ranged from Hollywood stars to criminals like The Mayor who hid behind their legal occupations.

 

Angel knew that a man who had his home wrapped up nice and tight with such a high tech security system was more than just a lawyer. He was as crooked as his criminal clients.

 

He probably had a falling out with The Mayor, maybe he was supposed to be the financial backing for the Mayor’s run at the presidency, but then for some reason pulled out.  And now the Mayor wanted to steal it.

 

It made sense and Angel figured that was probably this guy’s story and the reason his inner light bulb was going off.  Satisfied with his line of thinking he put the folder aside and moved on to the vault and the layout of the house.

 

He really needed Spike and Oz here. They were the two people that he always ran over the jobs with. He checked his watch; he knew where Spike was and Oz…

 

“Present.”

 

He looked up to see Oz strolling in.

 

“You know you freak me out when you do that.”  He said watching as Oz shrugged his shoulders and sat down.

 

Angel sat back in his chair, “so what do you think?”

 

“I think he’s just about ready for an enema.”

 

Angel grinned at the stoic reply.  “He did seem rather nervous and edgy didn’t he?”

 

Oz nodded. “His leg was tapping a mile a minute.” 

 

When Uncle arrived at the hotel, everyone quickly scattered and left the building, but not Oz.  He left but then snuck back into the garage. He had made his way to the vault where he locked himself in and watched everything that went on from the cameras.

 

“Refreshing isn’t it, to see him so…uneasy with things.”

 

Oz nodded.

 

They silently looked at each other, Angel’s expression answering Oz’s question, even though he hadn’t asked it yet.  “So this is the job, the one we’ve been waiting for?”

 

Angel smiled brightly at him, “it is.”

 

“Good.”

 

Angel grinned again at the red-heads short but to the point answer.  He didn’t know what he would have done all these years without Spike or Oz.  They were his two closest confidants. 

 

Like Angel, they were heirs to the legacy, a legacy that was slowly being tainted by the impurity that was Quentin Travers. And like Angel, Oz and Spike wanted it restored to what it was created to be and they stuck by him with the knowledge that one day that time would come.

 

Oz stretched and then sat back in the chair getting comfortable. “So fill me in.”

 

 

 

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Buffy slept till about five o’clock when she woke up.  She was full of energy and determination, and she wanted to get a head start on things. 

 

She took a quick shower, then got dressed putting on a pair of black pants and a dark blue shirt.  After she pulled on a pair of boots she walked out to the living room and peered out the window.

 

Seeing Grant sitting there and looking up at her, she smiled and waved. “Hello dog.”

 

She could see his frown from where she stood and she chuckled walking away from the window.

 

She headed out of the loft and walked up the staircase to the fourth floor where Faith was just sneaking out. 

 

“Boo.”

 

Faith jumped and dropped the boots she had been holding, her hand went up to her chest as her eyes landed on Buffy. “Jesus B you scared the crap out of me.”

 

Buffy smiled, “where you going?”

 

Faith dragged her away from the door, “I was coming for you.” She whispered.

She dragged her down the stairs and back to Buffy’s loft, whispering all the way. “I would have come sooner but my jailor thought that I was too tired.”

 

She continued to whisper down the stairs and Buffy giggled. “Faith I don’t think he can hear you.”

 

Faith snorted, “Don’t be too sure of that. I swear that Brit can hear the Queen farting over the pond!”

 

Buffy laughed just as they stepped inside the loft.  Faith shut the door and leaned against it putting her shoes on.  “So what happened? Are you okay?”

 

“Yeah…I think I am. I mean seeing Parker and Adam again wasn’t exactly a happy moment but its okay.” 

 

“B I talked to Angel and…”

 

Buffy smiled, “I know I saw him.”

 

“You did?”

 

Buffy still smiling nodded, “Yeah he was here when I came home.”

 

“Oh…okay, so things are copasetic?”

 

“Well besides the fact that one of us is an assassin and that we’re both a couple of lying thieves, one of which is married to a pig…” she shrugged, “…pretty good.”

 

“So what happened when you went to the compound? I got to tell you I’m a little surprised to see you here.”

 

She looked at Faith her green eyes bright and clear. “I went there to kill him.”

 

“And…”

 

Buffy sighed, “He’s still breathing. They want me to do a job and at the time I figured it was best to go along with them. I mean I’m quick but a bullet is a lot faster than me.” 

 

Faith looked at her oddly and Buffy shook head.” Never mind.”

 

“I told them I had to come home to keep up appearances. Of course Parker who’s not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed didn’t want me too but Adam understood. Anyway, I got home and Angel was here.”

 

She had this look in her eyes of pure rapturous heaven, “He’s so sweet.”

 

Faith rolled her eyes.

 

“Have I ever told you how sweet it he is?” Buffy asked.

 

Faith stood up straight, “Yes B plenty of times.”

 

Buffy shrugged, “Oh…okay, well anyway.  We’re going to steal the diamonds together and then get rid of Parker. But I guess you know all that already don’t you.” 

 

Faith blushed slightly, “I do and I’m sorry. But hey I stuck up for you. I was ready to kick his ass if he didn’t get his shit together.” She rubbed her fist, “I even got in one good shot. That boy has one hard head I can tell you that.”

 

Buffy smiled at her friend’s fierce loyalty.  “I know Faith, don’t worry about. Besides at least now I know to wear a boxing glove when I give him my ass kicking.”

 

They smirked at each other.

 

“Anyway, Angel left to go to some hotel?”

 

Faith nodded, “Yeah it’s some old hotel down on Hollywood. I think it’s like their gang hideaway or something.” She shrugged. “Of course Spike never told me. I had Willow call Oz.”

 

Buffy took that in wondering what her quite friend’s reaction would be when she learned of Oz’s true profession. “Angel said he’d be back before ten and then he forbade me to go anywhere until he got here.”

 

Faith grinned at her mischievously. “But of course we’re not going to do that, are we?”

 

Buffy grinned back, “Well you know me, I’m not one for taking orders to well. Angel’s going to have to learn that if we’re going to be working together.”

 

Faith snorted, “Oh yeah…I can see it now…Mr. I’m In Charge giving you leeway to do whatever you want.”

 

She reached up and grabbed her head, “Wait…I’m having a premonition…I foresee Buffy and Angel at each other’s throats…wait, they look like Buffy and Angel but their faces are bright red and there’s smoke billowing out of their ears.”

 

Buffy chuckled. “Stop it. I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

 

“Yeah right.”

 

Buffy shrugged, “Well so what? The best part of arguing is making up, right?”

 

Now Faith had that faraway look, with a boyfriend like Spike she had a lot of make up sex. “No arguments there.”

 

“I figure that there’s no time like now for him to get used to that idea so I thought I’d get a head start and do a little recon. Wanna come with?”

 

Faith smiled, “Oh god yes. I’ve been itching for something naughty to do.”

 

“Faith I know that Angel wants you to help but I’m worried about you. If you don’t want to because of…well you know, I’ll understand.”

 

Faith knew exactly what she was talking about but she didn’t care.  This was Faith’s chance to get back at the Brotherhood. Maybe it wasn’t the chapter that she belonged too but it didn’t matter. If you hurt one you hurt them all.

 

“B don’t worry about me, I’m 5x5.” She walked over to the window and looked out.

 

Buffy smiled at her, relief filling her.  She was still worried but she was glad that she would have someone to go back there with.

 

“Who’s the unhappy camper that’s been casing the place since early this morning?”  Faith nodded to Grant.

 

“That is Grant.”

 

Faith turned and looked at her with wide eyes. “The Grant?”

 

“The one and only.”  Buffy grabbed her coat and opened the door. “Come on let’s get going. I want to get there and check it out, and then I want you to take me to the hotel.”

 

Faith followed her out the door. “What about your watchdog? He’s going to see us leave?”

 

“Good. Then he can report back to Parker that I’m doing my job.”

 

“Yeah but he’s going to follow us back to the hotel?”

 

“No he’ll follow us back here and then we’ll sneak out the through the tunnels.” She briskly walked down the stairs with Faith next to her.

 

“What tunnels?”

 

“I’ll tell you about it on the way.”

 

The club was pretty much empty at this time of day, only Amy and a few bouncers were there getting ready for the night.  They waved to Amy on their way out and walked right out the front door.

 

With a purposeful stride Buffy walked right up to Grant. “Grant.”

 

He nodded coldly, his eyes on Faith. “Who’s this?”

 

“Faith, she’s a sister from Cleveland. She’ll be my second on this.”

 

Grant eyed her skeptically, “Parker didn’t say anything about a second.”

 

Buffy smiled, “That’s because he doesn’t know.”

 

“Well I think I should run this by him first.”

 

Faith looked at Buffy, “You were right B, but I didn’t want to believe that a brother could be so spineless especially up against a gutless pig like Parker.”

 

Buffy sadly shook her head, “I know so sad isn’t it.”

 

They both turned and looked at Grant who was murderously staring at them.  Buffy could practically smell his fury.

 

“Fine go ahead, but don’t get any smart ideas Buffy, I’ll be right behind you.”

 

Buffy smiled, he was so predictable. “Grant the only ideas I have are the best ways to steal the diamonds. Come on let’s go, we’ll take your car it’s less conspicuous.”

 

Faith looked back at Grant, “Nice to meet you…brother.”

 

Grant watched them get in the car.  He started his bike up and waited for them to pull out.  When they did he was right on their tail.

 

 

 

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“We’re going to need someone we can trust. Who are our choices?” Angel asked Oz.

 

“There aren’t too many left that Uncle hasn’t already sniffed out. But I think there might be one that we can trust, although I’m not sure you’re going to like it.”

 

Angel looked at his friend warily, “Please don’t say who I think you’re going to say?”

 

Oz shrugged. “She’s the only one left.  There is no one else that’s as high up in position as she is, believes in the cause, and hates Uncle to boot.”

 

Damn it, she was the last person Angel wanted to bring in on this job, especially now. But he had no choice. “Alright call her.”

 

They had been going over the schematics of the job for the past three hours when Wes, Gunn and Fred returned. They went over the plan with them and they were all sitting around the lobby going over the last minute details.

 

Angel looked at each one of his friends. They had all been there for him at one time or another.  And they had all became a part of his family in different ways. 

 

Wes, Gunn and Fred weren’t like Spike, Oz and himself. They didn’t have any ties to the Order.  They worked for Angel because they felt indebted to him and they had no where else to go. He felt obligated to give them the option to get out now.

 

“Guys you know that you don’t have to be apart of this. It’s going to get ugly and if you want out Oz, Spike and myself, we would understand.  This isn’t your battle.”

 

They glanced at each other briefly and Fred spoke. “Angel, haven’t you learned by now that whatever is your battle is ours too? We’re family and family sticks together.”

 

“Right on.” Gunn said and Wesley nodded. “Dude there is nothing that could take me out of this one. The chance to bring Uncle down…it’s too tempting.  Screw the danger.”

 

Angel looked at Gunn and Fred, smiling at their enthusiasm, and then he turned to Wesley. “Wes?”

 

“Count me in.”

 

“Thanks guys. It means a lot to me.” He said it and he meant it.

 

Gunn shucked him on the shoulder, “Look our fearless leader is getting all misty eyed on us.”

 

They all laughed except for Angel who was scowling.

 

“We’ve got problems mate.” Spike came barreling in, looking not as joyful as the others did.

 

Seeing that the voluptuous brunette was not with him, Angel’s scowl immediately darkened. “Where’s Faith?”

 

“Probably with your girlfriend, I woke up and she was gone.”

 

“What, are you saying that a woman slipped by you!  Man that’s rich!”  Gunn started to laugh.

 

Spike scowled had him, “Shut up.”

 

“What do you mean? They’re not at the loft?” Angel barked

 

“I just said that, didn’t I?”  Spike barked back.

 

Spike was pissed off. He was worried sick about sending Faith into the pack of wolves.  Unlike Angel who had been blissfully ignorant of all the dirty little secrets in Buffy’s past, Spike didn’t have that luxury. He knew everything there was to know about Faith and it scared the crap out of him that she was going anywhere near the Brotherhood again.

 

“Damn it. I told her to wait for me!” 

 

“Angelus the girl has a mind of her own. You seriously didn’t think she was going to obey you did you?”  Spike incredulously asked.

 

Angel looked at him like he had lost his mind.  That was exactly what he expected.  When he gave orders people listened it was just the way it was.

 

Spike shook his head at him, “You have a lot to learn mate.”

 

“Do you know where she went?” Fred asked.

 

Angel started to pace.

 

“Knowing her history, I would put my money on the mark’s mansion.” Spike said.

 

“Recon.” Oz stated and Spike nodded.

 

“I can’t believe she didn’t listen to me!”  Angel was still wrapped up in the fact that his orders were completely ignored.

 

“I’m not surprised.” Wes stated and Angel turned on him.

 

Wesley swallowed, “She’s obviously used to working alone, Angel, and she did what she always does…her job.” He shrugged his shoulders and Angel just stared at him.

 

“What’s the big deal?  It saves us time.” Gunn interjected.  Angel turned his black eyes on Gunn and he put his hands up in the there, “I’m just saying.”

 

Just then the doors swung open and Faith and Buffy strolled in, each one carrying a frozen latte and smiling like they had just returned from a day at the beach.  

 

“I don’t know B, I think red is better. It just looks faster.”

 

“Red is hot but too flashy. It’s like a beacon for cops.”

 

“That’s true, you know I used to own a red one and I did get a lot of tickets with it.”

 

Buffy smiled, ”See I told you.”

 

The deathly silence of the room got their attention and they stopped and looked over to see everyone staring at them. Fred, Gunn, Wes and Oz looked like they were bracing themselves for the next apocalypse, and Spike and Angel looked like they were ready to start it.

 

“Now there is a shade of red that is definitely a beacon.” Faith commented looking at Angel.

 

Buffy braced herself for the explosion she knew was coming.  But it wasn’t the loud ranting that she was expecting instead it was eerily calm. “Didn’t I tell you to stay at the loft?”

 

She could hear his teeth grinding together in his effort to control his temper; it was like nails on chalkboard. “Yes.”

 

“Then why didn’t you?”

 

If this wasn’t such an important moment for the future of their relationship, both as a couple and as a working team, she would have laughed at his facial expression. Because he definitely looked like he was going to blow his top, but they were in a way starting over and she would be damned if they did it on the wrong foot…again.

 

 “I couldn’t sleep so I went to the mansion to do some recon.”

 

“Alone?” He almost screamed it. But he didn’t. He said it low but with so much force that his breath blew her hair around.

 

She closed her eyes to the hot air breathing on her face, and she bite her cheek in an attempt to control her own anger. “No…I went with Faith.”

 

 “I told you to wait for me.”

 

“And I told you to rest!” Spike bellowed at Faith.

 

Faith rolled her eyes, “Rest! What am I two? God Spike, if you had your way I’d be sleeping until this whole thing was over.”

 

“You’re bloody right!”  He stormed over to her, “Do you forget what brought you to LA to begin with?”

 

Faith’s eyes darkened to a stormy brown, “No.” She sneered.

 

“Then why are you so anxious to put yourself in their reach again. Do you have a death wish or something?”

 

Angel’s dark gaze went from Buffy to Faith and Spike.  He wondered why Spike was so vehemently against sending Faith with Buffy; he knew there had to be another reason one that stemmed from more than just basic concern.  There were too many secrets going around for Angel’s taste, and in his experience secrets were what killed a successful job.

 

“Is there something I should know about?” he asked them angrily.

 

“Yes!”

 

“No!”

 

Angel stared at both of them, “We’ll talk about this later.” Then he turned back to Buffy. “Buffy I don’t like it when people disobey my orders.”

 

“I can vouch for that.” Gunn said and Angel quickly looked at him silently telling him to shut up.

 

“And I don’t like it when people bark orders at me!”  Buffy responded, her own voice slightly higher than it was before.

 

“I told you to wait for a reason. Plans need to be made before you do anything!”

 

Buffy was really starting to get steamed.  “I’m not stupid Angel. I know what needs to be done; I’ve done it a hundred times before!”

 

“Then you should have waited!”

 

They were toe to toe, their eyes brilliantly sparkling with anger, staring at each other.  “Waited for what? We didn’t do anything. I went to get an idea of the layout. Plus I had to look like I was doing something because Grant would have reported back to Parker that I wasn’t.”

 

She had a point, but still there were things they needed to get straight.  He moved closer to her and spoke with a hushed tone. “Buffy, I don’t like you going out on your own. We’re supposed to be doing this together.”

 

She smiled at him, her hand automatically touching his arm, caressing it softly. “We are baby. It’s just that I’m used to working on my own. I’m not used to asking permission when it comes to pulling off a heist. It’s just the way I do things.”

 

His eyes darkened. “You are not alone on this Buffy.  We have an entire team that is very accessible and very capable of handling recon work.  Next time let me handle it.”

 

Buffy stared back at him, her own eyes darkening. “I can do my own recon work Angel.  Besides it’s me that’s going in there not your team!”

 

“Are you saying that you don’t trust my team?”

 

“No. I don’t know your team. Look it’s not about them okay, it’s about me and the way I do things that’s all!”

 

“Well you better change your ways…because around here we do things as a team and I’m the one that dishes out the orders.”

 

Buffy took deep breaths trying to control her own anger.  She didn’t like the way he was talking to her, especially in front of his team. People she barely knew.  She got even closer and lowered her voice. “I don’t appreciate your tone Angel. I am not a dog for you tell when to sit or when to play dead okay! I don’t take orders anymore…from anybody, I thought I made that clear to you from the beginning!”

 

He stared at her, her turbulent eyes telling him that he needed to get over himself and real quick.

 

“Baby I know that you’re worried but you have to trust my judgment and you have to get over this I’m in Charge attitude, because I am not one of your lackeys. I’m your equal and I’m just as capable of coming up with plans and making decisions as you are.”

 

He breathed out trying to calm down. His hands came up and he grasped her arms, pulling her closer as his fingers lightly stroked her arms. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. It’s just that I’m used to giving orders and having them be obeyed without question.”

 

He looked down at her face, God he could never stay angry with her for long. “I do trust your judgment Buffy but you have to give me some flexibility here. You can’t just run off and do things on your own.”

 

His hand reached up and caressed her head. He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. “Baby I’m just thinking about your safety, I worry about you. If something were to happen to you…I don’t know what I’d do.”

 

“Oh that’s so cute.” Fred said and Angel blushed slightly, making Gunn chuckle.

 

Buffy smiled at him, “I know Angel. I worry about you too.  But we are both professionals. I know what I’m doing. You don’t have to protect me.”

 

She kissed him lightly on the lips. “It’s not going to be easy for either of us but I think if we really want to stay together as a couple and work together as a team, then we need to be more open minded to the other’s feelings.”

 

He looked down into her beautiful face he took her hand in his and kissed her palm. Once again she was right.  “Alright, I’ll do my best not to…bark orders at you.”

 

Buffy smiled, “and I’ll do my best to sometimes obey you.”

 

Her eyes twinkled with humor and Angel chuckled pulling her closer and hugging her. “Yeah right.”

 

“Hey do we have that option too? Because you know sometimes, I feel the need to disobey.”  Gunn asked, thinking of Angel’s Harley that sat in the garage.

 

“I think that right is reserved for blondes named Buffy.” Oz answered.

 

“I can be blonde.”

 

Angel looked over at them, smiling at their jokes, but his eyes were steely. “No.”

 

Gunn looked at Oz. “Too bad.”

 

Oz nodded, “Yeah I think you’d look good as a blonde.”

 

Fred and Wesley giggled.

 

“That’s just peachy. Now can we get down to business?” Spike said.

 

Angel looked at Spike, “Good idea. Why don’t you start by telling me what’s going on with you two.

 

“Um…Angel, is that really important? I mean, what does it have to do with anything?” Buffy asked, she wanted to help keep her friend’s secret just that…a secret.

 

Angel stepped away from Buffy, “Everything.” He looked back and forth between Buffy and Faith as he spoke. “Look, you guys are part of the team now and there are no secrets in this team. If there is something that involves Faith and the Brotherhood that might happen to come up in the middle of all this, then I need to know.”

 

Spike went to interject but Faith stopped him. “No, he’s right. It’s okay.”

 

She stood up and looked at Angel and the gang. “When I left Cleveland I wasn’t exactly on the best of terms with Luke, the president of the chapter.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because my boyfriend, Luke’s brother…died, and Luke suspected me.”

 

“Why would he suspect you?” Fred asked.

 

Faith smiled, “oh I don’t know…could be because I killed him.”

 

Angel closed his eyes, great this was just what they needed more psycho bikers looking for revenge.

 

“I know what you’re thinking Angel and trust me you don’t have to worry about it.” Faith said trying to reassure him.

 

Angel didn’t know what to think. What could he say?  He was sure that the guy probably deserved whatever he got from Faith.  He also knew that he couldn’t control everything or all the players involved in a scheme as deep as this one was.  He just had to hope that this particular skeleton stayed in the closet.

 

He opened his eyes to see everyone staring at him, waiting for his reaction.  He looked at Faith. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worrying about it but if you’re not concerned then I’ll try not to be too.”  Looking at Spike he added; “Besides I think Spike will be worrying enough for the both of us.”

 

Faith smiled as she snuggled up against Spike, “I know he’s so sweet…my killer in shining armor.”  She kissed him loudly on the lips and he blushed looking away from the gang. 

 

“Stop it luv, I have a rep to protect.”  He said making Faith chuckle.

 

“He’s very bendable today.” Gunn said and Oz nodded.

 

“That’s what love does.” Fred answered, feeling the love and romance in the air.

 

 “Maybe now is my chance to renegotiate that forbidden bike riding thing.” Gunn said looking at Oz.

 

Angel looked back at Gunn. “And you’re being very bold. “

 

Gunn chortled, “A man has to take his opportunities as he sees ‘em.”

 

Angel nodded, “Fair enough.”

 

Gunn smiled, seeing a door opening. “So, how about it?”

 

Angel’s answer was quick and direct. “No.”

 

Gunn’s smile faded as quickly as Angel slammed the door.

 

 

 

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