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Giles was having such a lovely time and felt so darn guilty about it. Here he was with Joyce Summers and her daughter was still missing. Yet, they were taking the time to go on a date. It was really a distraction more then anything. He could tell that she wasn't really all here. Not that he could blame her. Her daughter was missing. He could only imagine that feeling if something were to happen to Dawn.
It was quite the romantic place. Candles, flowers, romantic music. The whole nine yards. And Giles had spared no expense. He had even opted for champagne. Again, feeling a little awkward about the whole thing. For he knew that Joyce was still so worried.
"Is this all right?" Giles didn't want her to think that he was not thinking of the situation at hand. "If you'd prefer, we could always make this an evening at home. I know it's been a bit since you were out. And I understand. I'd want to be by the phone just in case."
"Well, I would still love to be by the phone." Joyce reached across the table and took Giles' hand in his own. "But I also needed a break. It was becoming too much to sit there hour after hour and wait for news that never seems to come. And besides, we were supposed to have this date a long time ago."
Giles smiled nervously. "I just don't want to push or rush you into anything that you are not ready for. We have all the time in the world for romance and for good times. If you'd rather be at home just in case there is news I'd quite understand."
"Again, it's nice of you to say." Joyce squeezed his hand gently. "And I appreciate the no pressure. But I want this. I need this. One day out is not going to hurt anything. The only thing that hurts is not knowing. Is my daughter the one that was the one laying in the morgue? Is she still alive and being abused? Did she runaway? I just want to know the answers, that's all. And only time will bring those answers."
A big sigh came from the librarian. "Life at it's best, I'm afraid. Waiting to see the answers. Just like the police have been around the past few days asking a lot of questions about Willow and Tara and where they were the night that Mr. MaClay was killed. I have trouble believing that anyone would think that those two sweet innocent girls would have anything to do with murder. Even with the torture that man put them through."
Joyce nodded her head in agreement. "I agree. I mean, I've not really known either that long. But from what I do, they are amazing young ladies. Willow opened her heart to Buffy almost the minute that the two met. And the way those to love each other..." She sighed thinking of how good it was to see two young people that really cared about others and life.
The two sat for a moment in silence. Someone caught Giles' attention out of the corner of his eye. "I'm terribly sorry, but if you'll excuse me. There's someone I must really talk to." He didn't wait for a response just made his way to where Ethan Rayne sat looking rather smug.
"Ripper!" Ethan smiled big. "So nice to see you old man! Fancy meeting you here. Didn't know that you were in town and all."
"Bloody hell you didn't." Giles' hand kept balling into a fist. "What the bloody hell are you doing here little brother?"
"My, my. Don't we still have the temper." Ethan looked around him. "We are in a public place, big brother. And brawling with you is not something that I am looking forward to. Not in the least. I've come here for a lovely evening." Jenny was at the table, looking quite surprised to see Giles. "I don't know if you you've met my date. Jenny, this is my big brother, Rupert Giles." He noticed their looks. Things were going just as he'd planned they would. Everything that he had planned was going just the way he wanted them to.
Another day and another missing girl. At least, that's how things seemed to be going as of late. Det. Walsh did not like the pattern that was slowly emerging. There were now three blonds missing. One was the first of course, Buffy. The next to go missing was a girl of sixteen. Her name was Sandy. And the third to go missing was now Darla. And only one body had been found. Still to badly damaged to get a positive id out of.
Sighing heavily, Det. Walsh was doing a sweep through the darkened alleys of Sunnydale. That was the last known location of both Darla and Sandy. They had been going through alleyways. She shook her head at the thought. These young women should know better then to attempt fate and be stupid enough to do so. But in these modern times with women empowerment, sometimes they forgot plain ole common sense.
She knew that Riley wasn't that far off. He'd been with her nearly night and day over the past month. Ever since Buffy had gone missing and the first body had been found. And of course, there was still the mystery of who killed Mr. MaClay. The suspects list was so long and none of them had a clear alibi. That's what made her job that more frustrating.
At least it had given her an excuse to spend time with her son. Still unknown to him was their relationship. And she intended to keep it that way for as long as she could. He had had a happy childhood. Why spoil it with the thoughts of a mother who had abandoned him? Even if that weren't true. She'd done what was for the best at the time.
Sighing, she made her way through the alleyway. Something behind a garbage can caught her eye. Already, she was wearing gloves as to not disturb any evidence with finger prints. She took the flashlight out of her pocket and pointed the light onto what had caught her eye. It was a purse. She'd thought so. Carefully she opened it. Inside the small thing was a Sunnydale High's ID. Willow Rosenberg. It was interesting to say the least as she realized that this alley was only one over from where they had discovered the body of Mr. MaClay.
She took a ziploc baggy out of her pocket and put the purse inside. That's when she noticed something else. Blood! She was sure of it. She pulled out her cell phone. "This is Walsh. I need a team down here asap. I've found a couple interesting things." By the time she hung up her phone, Riley was rounding the corner. He also had something in his hand. "What have you got, Rookie?"
Riley smiled at the nickname. Some would take an offense to it, but he knew that Det. Walsh was only showing her affection in her own way. "I found this a block over. It appears to belong to a Faith somebody. Not sure, the last name isn't legible. Probably aren't too many of them around though." He handed his findings to the more experienced officer.
Maggie took the object and nodded. "Not too many around." It appeared to be an old notebook with poems in it. Not many were legible probably because of the weather. But you could make out the name 'Faith'. And you could make out 'Willow's my girl. Do anything for her'. "Now that is interesting. And I found Willow Rosenberg's purse. Along with some blood. We may soon have some DNA to tie this all up. I hate to say it but it's looking more and more like a certain young thing took out her revenge on her girlfriend's father."
"That would be sad, wouldn't it." The two stood there in silence. "Though I could understand. I'd do anything for my family."
Maggie nodded. She couldn't help but think, 'you and me both kid. You and me both.'
The Bronze. A wondrous place whether one was a teen or one was an adult. The bands seem to cater to all types of tastes, there was more then just the sodas and alcoholic beverages. It was a fun way to spend an evening. And that's why Fred and Wesley were now getting their grove on on the dance floor.
The two young lovers were just happy to be with one another. Wesley had been a little preoccupied with his little sister. She wouldn't say anything, but he knew that she was going through something. What, he still wasn't sure. But he had just been hanging with her in hopes that she would open up to her. It probably just had to do with the murders and the fact that one of her friends was still missing.
He wrapped his arms tighter around his fiancé it really was just an amazing feeling to be alone with her. And in only a few short months, they would be one. It would all be official. They would be a married couple. It was something he had dreamed of but never really thought would come true. Life was funny that way.
The two were so wrapped up in one another that they didn't notice. Notice that most eyes were on one couple. Those two were really getting down. They were doing all the sexy dances you can think of and more. The two certainly did know how to have a good time.
It was Gunn that noticed Fred and Wesley. A pang went off in his heart. He hadn't realized just how much he was still in love with the lovely young librarian. He had thought that he had gotten over her the second that Amy had stepped into his life. Guess he should have known better that that's not how things worked in real life. You couldn't just be over someone in a heart beat. It took time.
The young man was barely dancing now. His stares were obvious to anyone. Including his date. And the young woman wasn't oblivious. She could see the look on his face. And she knew right then that there was little chance for them to work out. But she didn't care. She had him now and she'd be damned if she gave him up. Not that easily.
Amy put her hand on his face and roughly turned his attention back to her. She rubbed her hands against his chest. Then her arms went around to his back were she slid them down until she was holding his butt in her hands. A gently squeeze made him raise his eyebrows. She reached up on her tippie toes and kissed him with a passion.
Soon, the two dancing across the dance floor were forgotten. For now anyways. The two kept dancing for a bit before disappearing into the night. Amy was going to do anything and everything to keep her guy. And she knew many ways to keep him happy.
Just before they'd left, Fred had spotted them. She wasn't jealous. But she did feel a little pang in her heart. For she remembered. She remembered how hard Gunn had tried to win her affections. And the things he'd said. Her heart belonged and always would to Wesley. Her strong, smart, funny, sensitive man. Gunn was just too different for her.
She'd seen the look that he had given the two of them dancing. And she knew. She knew that he was still in love with her. He maybe with Amy at the moment, but his heart still longed for her. And for that reason, she could not help but feel sorry for him. For all she wanted was for him to feel as happy as she was. More then happy, she was content.
She leaned up and gently kissed Wesley. He in turn took her hand gently in his. Their love was special. It was tender. It didn't necessarily have the passion that some people so craved from life. But Fred had what she had wanted in her whole life. She felt loved. She felt happy. And she felt safe. Things that Gunn could never give her.
''''''
The door was locked. The two young lovers had learned to do that after a certain younger person barging in on them. It was now closing in on midnight. The two had shared a romantic evening of dinner by themselves. And they had followed it up by making sweet innocent love to one another. Amazing was not a big enough word to describe it.
Willow lay with her head on Tara's breast. She could hear the soft heartbeat of the other girl. It was like this steady music that gave her such joy. It gave her just pleasure just to be in the arms of the woman that she loved. There was still so much bad going on that this alone time was in desperate need as of late.
She could feel Tara's hand going gently up and down her back. She loved to feel the soft touch of her hand on her own skin. It gave her tingles. And it made her smile even more then she had been. And that was not an easy task. She was happier then she had ever been in her life.
Her own hand was on Tara's stomach. She was tracing little circles over and over again. Just feeling that soft skin under her finger tips. It gave her reason to be alive. It let her know that there was still good out there no matter how much bad there was as well.
Willow flashed back to that night. That night that Tara's father had been killed. She had been walking through that alleyway, stupid as it was to do so. She wandered around and around not really knowing where she was going. Plans had changed for her and she hadn't felt like going back to an empty room, so she stayed out wandering.
But that's the last thing she could remember about that night. She blocked it all out for some reason. She remembered that Faith had come along. That much she knew. And that Faith had taken care of her and gotten her home. That girl had always taken care of her for as long as she could remember. It had been hard when they had been a part.
Now, she was back in her life and taking care of her. She had been the one that had made it so that she and Tara could get together. And she had been the one to stand up for the two of them countless times. And she had been there through the whole accident ordeal and Tara's almost dying because of her father. There wasn't a better friend in the world then Faith.
She was brought back to reality by a pounding on the door. She looked at the clock. It had not gone past midnight. It was quarter to one. "Who in the heck could that be at this hour? You don't think Uncle Giles forgot his keys? So not like him."
"Anything is possible." Tara gave her a gentle kiss. "One of us had better go see who it his." Willow grumbled. "I know. I don't want you out of my arms as well. But we have to see who it is. It could very well be important. And this time of night?"
"I know." Willow sighed. Slowly she got up and quickly dressed herself in the clothes that had gotten thrown around the floor. The banging on the door happened yet again. "Coming! Hold your shirt on." Her voice quieted. "Or at least let me get mine on." She glanced at Tara who was getting dressed . Another sigh at the thought of her girl getting dressed. Her hope had been to come back to a still unclothed girlfriend. Slowly, she made her way to the door. The pounding was now continuous. She opened the door as far as the security chain would let it. "Can I help you?" Her eyes widened as she saw that it was yet again Det. Walsh.
"Miss Rosenberg. Can we come in?" Standing next to Det. Walsh was Riley. "This concerns Mr. MaClay's murder."
Willow shut the door and undid the chain and opened it again. She stood back to let the two officers in. "My uncles not here right now. Should he be?"
"It's up to you, Miss Rosenberg." Det Walsh pulled something out of her coat. "I was just wondering if you recognized this?" She pulled out the purse that she had found earlier.
"My purse!" Willow started for it then realized that wasn't going to happen. It was in one of those plastic baggies like you see on the TV shows. "I've been looking for that for a while now. I don't remember how long."
"Since the night of the murder, I'd say." Det Walsh sighed heavily. "You might just want to call your uncle. And a lawyer. We have a few questions for you. Seems that not only was this found near the crime scene, it also has blood on it." Willow immediately felt sick to her stomach.
It was quite the romantic place. Candles, flowers, romantic music. The whole nine yards. And Giles had spared no expense. He had even opted for champagne. Again, feeling a little awkward about the whole thing. For he knew that Joyce was still so worried.
"Is this all right?" Giles didn't want her to think that he was not thinking of the situation at hand. "If you'd prefer, we could always make this an evening at home. I know it's been a bit since you were out. And I understand. I'd want to be by the phone just in case."
"Well, I would still love to be by the phone." Joyce reached across the table and took Giles' hand in his own. "But I also needed a break. It was becoming too much to sit there hour after hour and wait for news that never seems to come. And besides, we were supposed to have this date a long time ago."
Giles smiled nervously. "I just don't want to push or rush you into anything that you are not ready for. We have all the time in the world for romance and for good times. If you'd rather be at home just in case there is news I'd quite understand."
"Again, it's nice of you to say." Joyce squeezed his hand gently. "And I appreciate the no pressure. But I want this. I need this. One day out is not going to hurt anything. The only thing that hurts is not knowing. Is my daughter the one that was the one laying in the morgue? Is she still alive and being abused? Did she runaway? I just want to know the answers, that's all. And only time will bring those answers."
A big sigh came from the librarian. "Life at it's best, I'm afraid. Waiting to see the answers. Just like the police have been around the past few days asking a lot of questions about Willow and Tara and where they were the night that Mr. MaClay was killed. I have trouble believing that anyone would think that those two sweet innocent girls would have anything to do with murder. Even with the torture that man put them through."
Joyce nodded her head in agreement. "I agree. I mean, I've not really known either that long. But from what I do, they are amazing young ladies. Willow opened her heart to Buffy almost the minute that the two met. And the way those to love each other..." She sighed thinking of how good it was to see two young people that really cared about others and life.
The two sat for a moment in silence. Someone caught Giles' attention out of the corner of his eye. "I'm terribly sorry, but if you'll excuse me. There's someone I must really talk to." He didn't wait for a response just made his way to where Ethan Rayne sat looking rather smug.
"Ripper!" Ethan smiled big. "So nice to see you old man! Fancy meeting you here. Didn't know that you were in town and all."
"Bloody hell you didn't." Giles' hand kept balling into a fist. "What the bloody hell are you doing here little brother?"
"My, my. Don't we still have the temper." Ethan looked around him. "We are in a public place, big brother. And brawling with you is not something that I am looking forward to. Not in the least. I've come here for a lovely evening." Jenny was at the table, looking quite surprised to see Giles. "I don't know if you you've met my date. Jenny, this is my big brother, Rupert Giles." He noticed their looks. Things were going just as he'd planned they would. Everything that he had planned was going just the way he wanted them to.
''
Another day and another missing girl. At least, that's how things seemed to be going as of late. Det. Walsh did not like the pattern that was slowly emerging. There were now three blonds missing. One was the first of course, Buffy. The next to go missing was a girl of sixteen. Her name was Sandy. And the third to go missing was now Darla. And only one body had been found. Still to badly damaged to get a positive id out of.
Sighing heavily, Det. Walsh was doing a sweep through the darkened alleys of Sunnydale. That was the last known location of both Darla and Sandy. They had been going through alleyways. She shook her head at the thought. These young women should know better then to attempt fate and be stupid enough to do so. But in these modern times with women empowerment, sometimes they forgot plain ole common sense.
She knew that Riley wasn't that far off. He'd been with her nearly night and day over the past month. Ever since Buffy had gone missing and the first body had been found. And of course, there was still the mystery of who killed Mr. MaClay. The suspects list was so long and none of them had a clear alibi. That's what made her job that more frustrating.
At least it had given her an excuse to spend time with her son. Still unknown to him was their relationship. And she intended to keep it that way for as long as she could. He had had a happy childhood. Why spoil it with the thoughts of a mother who had abandoned him? Even if that weren't true. She'd done what was for the best at the time.
Sighing, she made her way through the alleyway. Something behind a garbage can caught her eye. Already, she was wearing gloves as to not disturb any evidence with finger prints. She took the flashlight out of her pocket and pointed the light onto what had caught her eye. It was a purse. She'd thought so. Carefully she opened it. Inside the small thing was a Sunnydale High's ID. Willow Rosenberg. It was interesting to say the least as she realized that this alley was only one over from where they had discovered the body of Mr. MaClay.
She took a ziploc baggy out of her pocket and put the purse inside. That's when she noticed something else. Blood! She was sure of it. She pulled out her cell phone. "This is Walsh. I need a team down here asap. I've found a couple interesting things." By the time she hung up her phone, Riley was rounding the corner. He also had something in his hand. "What have you got, Rookie?"
Riley smiled at the nickname. Some would take an offense to it, but he knew that Det. Walsh was only showing her affection in her own way. "I found this a block over. It appears to belong to a Faith somebody. Not sure, the last name isn't legible. Probably aren't too many of them around though." He handed his findings to the more experienced officer.
Maggie took the object and nodded. "Not too many around." It appeared to be an old notebook with poems in it. Not many were legible probably because of the weather. But you could make out the name 'Faith'. And you could make out 'Willow's my girl. Do anything for her'. "Now that is interesting. And I found Willow Rosenberg's purse. Along with some blood. We may soon have some DNA to tie this all up. I hate to say it but it's looking more and more like a certain young thing took out her revenge on her girlfriend's father."
"That would be sad, wouldn't it." The two stood there in silence. "Though I could understand. I'd do anything for my family."
Maggie nodded. She couldn't help but think, 'you and me both kid. You and me both.'
''
The Bronze. A wondrous place whether one was a teen or one was an adult. The bands seem to cater to all types of tastes, there was more then just the sodas and alcoholic beverages. It was a fun way to spend an evening. And that's why Fred and Wesley were now getting their grove on on the dance floor.
The two young lovers were just happy to be with one another. Wesley had been a little preoccupied with his little sister. She wouldn't say anything, but he knew that she was going through something. What, he still wasn't sure. But he had just been hanging with her in hopes that she would open up to her. It probably just had to do with the murders and the fact that one of her friends was still missing.
He wrapped his arms tighter around his fiancé it really was just an amazing feeling to be alone with her. And in only a few short months, they would be one. It would all be official. They would be a married couple. It was something he had dreamed of but never really thought would come true. Life was funny that way.
The two were so wrapped up in one another that they didn't notice. Notice that most eyes were on one couple. Those two were really getting down. They were doing all the sexy dances you can think of and more. The two certainly did know how to have a good time.
It was Gunn that noticed Fred and Wesley. A pang went off in his heart. He hadn't realized just how much he was still in love with the lovely young librarian. He had thought that he had gotten over her the second that Amy had stepped into his life. Guess he should have known better that that's not how things worked in real life. You couldn't just be over someone in a heart beat. It took time.
The young man was barely dancing now. His stares were obvious to anyone. Including his date. And the young woman wasn't oblivious. She could see the look on his face. And she knew right then that there was little chance for them to work out. But she didn't care. She had him now and she'd be damned if she gave him up. Not that easily.
Amy put her hand on his face and roughly turned his attention back to her. She rubbed her hands against his chest. Then her arms went around to his back were she slid them down until she was holding his butt in her hands. A gently squeeze made him raise his eyebrows. She reached up on her tippie toes and kissed him with a passion.
Soon, the two dancing across the dance floor were forgotten. For now anyways. The two kept dancing for a bit before disappearing into the night. Amy was going to do anything and everything to keep her guy. And she knew many ways to keep him happy.
Just before they'd left, Fred had spotted them. She wasn't jealous. But she did feel a little pang in her heart. For she remembered. She remembered how hard Gunn had tried to win her affections. And the things he'd said. Her heart belonged and always would to Wesley. Her strong, smart, funny, sensitive man. Gunn was just too different for her.
She'd seen the look that he had given the two of them dancing. And she knew. She knew that he was still in love with her. He maybe with Amy at the moment, but his heart still longed for her. And for that reason, she could not help but feel sorry for him. For all she wanted was for him to feel as happy as she was. More then happy, she was content.
She leaned up and gently kissed Wesley. He in turn took her hand gently in his. Their love was special. It was tender. It didn't necessarily have the passion that some people so craved from life. But Fred had what she had wanted in her whole life. She felt loved. She felt happy. And she felt safe. Things that Gunn could never give her.
''''''
The door was locked. The two young lovers had learned to do that after a certain younger person barging in on them. It was now closing in on midnight. The two had shared a romantic evening of dinner by themselves. And they had followed it up by making sweet innocent love to one another. Amazing was not a big enough word to describe it.
Willow lay with her head on Tara's breast. She could hear the soft heartbeat of the other girl. It was like this steady music that gave her such joy. It gave her just pleasure just to be in the arms of the woman that she loved. There was still so much bad going on that this alone time was in desperate need as of late.
She could feel Tara's hand going gently up and down her back. She loved to feel the soft touch of her hand on her own skin. It gave her tingles. And it made her smile even more then she had been. And that was not an easy task. She was happier then she had ever been in her life.
Her own hand was on Tara's stomach. She was tracing little circles over and over again. Just feeling that soft skin under her finger tips. It gave her reason to be alive. It let her know that there was still good out there no matter how much bad there was as well.
Willow flashed back to that night. That night that Tara's father had been killed. She had been walking through that alleyway, stupid as it was to do so. She wandered around and around not really knowing where she was going. Plans had changed for her and she hadn't felt like going back to an empty room, so she stayed out wandering.
But that's the last thing she could remember about that night. She blocked it all out for some reason. She remembered that Faith had come along. That much she knew. And that Faith had taken care of her and gotten her home. That girl had always taken care of her for as long as she could remember. It had been hard when they had been a part.
Now, she was back in her life and taking care of her. She had been the one that had made it so that she and Tara could get together. And she had been the one to stand up for the two of them countless times. And she had been there through the whole accident ordeal and Tara's almost dying because of her father. There wasn't a better friend in the world then Faith.
She was brought back to reality by a pounding on the door. She looked at the clock. It had not gone past midnight. It was quarter to one. "Who in the heck could that be at this hour? You don't think Uncle Giles forgot his keys? So not like him."
"Anything is possible." Tara gave her a gentle kiss. "One of us had better go see who it his." Willow grumbled. "I know. I don't want you out of my arms as well. But we have to see who it is. It could very well be important. And this time of night?"
"I know." Willow sighed. Slowly she got up and quickly dressed herself in the clothes that had gotten thrown around the floor. The banging on the door happened yet again. "Coming! Hold your shirt on." Her voice quieted. "Or at least let me get mine on." She glanced at Tara who was getting dressed . Another sigh at the thought of her girl getting dressed. Her hope had been to come back to a still unclothed girlfriend. Slowly, she made her way to the door. The pounding was now continuous. She opened the door as far as the security chain would let it. "Can I help you?" Her eyes widened as she saw that it was yet again Det. Walsh.
"Miss Rosenberg. Can we come in?" Standing next to Det. Walsh was Riley. "This concerns Mr. MaClay's murder."
Willow shut the door and undid the chain and opened it again. She stood back to let the two officers in. "My uncles not here right now. Should he be?"
"It's up to you, Miss Rosenberg." Det Walsh pulled something out of her coat. "I was just wondering if you recognized this?" She pulled out the purse that she had found earlier.
"My purse!" Willow started for it then realized that wasn't going to happen. It was in one of those plastic baggies like you see on the TV shows. "I've been looking for that for a while now. I don't remember how long."
"Since the night of the murder, I'd say." Det Walsh sighed heavily. "You might just want to call your uncle. And a lawyer. We have a few questions for you. Seems that not only was this found near the crime scene, it also has blood on it." Willow immediately felt sick to her stomach.
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