Taking one more look around, the lawyer strode over towards the offices of Angel Investigations. She was a little on edge, half expecting to see the vampire pop out of the shadows and would that lead to a nasty little confrontation? However, Lilah Morgan was not afraid of Angel, she'd faced him many times and left fully intact- which was much more than she could say for some of her former co- workers.
She wasn't quite sure why she was here. The Firm hadn't ordered her, though she was sure they would appreciate the valuable information she'd bring back. She was sure this would please the Senior Partners, though they mostly let her alone and let her do her own thing- something which pleased Lilah very much. She didn't like being anywhere but on top. No, this was more out a personal vendetta. She had something to prove, that bastard had damaged her new convertible, after all.
Idly, she wondered if vampires had auto insurance.
She looked around the office, with cream-colored stucco walls and wooden beams running up the walls. Four desks with computers, books, and pictures had their own little corners. She could see them working, so hard on their ill-fated quest to save humanity and destroy evil. That bitch of an anorexic, she'd tap into her computer while spouting off ideas and probably munching on Prozac like it was candy- if all was true about Winifred Burkle, Lilah would imagine the girl would be on it. If not, Lilah would gladly prescribe it.
She peered over onto the desk of her new arch rival, silly how she was competing with a stupid little girl for a man's attentions. She had freaking lavender stationary, and on her papers were little hearts and "Fred & Gunn forever!" writings. Pictures of her family, her diplomas were framed. One of her and Gunn, another of her and the entire Fang Gang, sans one.
Even the sainted bitch had cut Wesley out of her life, huh? The illustration here was literal, what with the ragged edge of the photo and the gaping space left by it. Lilah wanted to laugh. He still remembered her, all right, but apparently she didn't give a damn about him.
Another desk, close by, was practically bare. An old Mountain Dew bottle, drained like one of Angel's victims, sat on one corner, next to a picture of Fred and a picture of a wasting, old pickup.
Sidekick Boy really needed a personality, Lilah noted. Was his personality only Fred? Lilah would laugh if that were it. Who would have thought that tall, strong and macho would be that... weak? Jesus, the Texas Twig must be a demon or something. Last time she'd checked, Gunn was not the type of guy to go all schoolboy over a girl. It made her sick to think about it, so she quickly moved on.
Cordelia's desk was also, interesting yet boring. Had she never left high school? Lilah asked herself. It was filled to the brim of pictures of her friends, some not from the LA office. Tons of Angel pictures, but then again, wasn't that expected? She saw a couple pictures of Wesley slipped in there, as if she was afraid to have her beloved boss see them. Lilah almost smiled fondly at her lover's picture, if she could. Still, she was a woman on a mission.
Angel's desk was firmly snug in a corner, stacked high with ancient books and journals. It was surprisingly impersonal; but then again, Angel wasn't the type to keep pictures of his loved ones around. They might interrupt his brooding too much.
She spied the file cabinet; keys still stuck in the lock, behind the desk. She was tempted to yell 'Eureka;' but then again, who knew what would come crawling out of the woodwork in this place? Her smile grew more predatory as she unlocked it, checking the copy machine to make sure it was on.
She then began pulling out files with titles like, "Wolfram", "Prophecies", "Visions", and a thick one called, "Lilah Morgan".
* * *
Connor stood there, watching the strange woman in Angel's office. She'd turned on some music, soft and seductive, one of Cordelia's with one of those folksy, Lilah Fair type people singing in soft tones- and poured herself some wine, making herself at home in Angel's absence. He didn't recognize her; he'd seen her with the Wesley man a couple times. He knew Wesley didn't like his father, and so he was sure that this woman didn't either. She was dancing around the office, reading a file or something. She was very beautiful, he could tell, with a curvy frame that seemed enticing. He knew she wasn't supposed to be here, probably, and he should try to scare her away.
But Connor didn't really give a damn about this woman and her fight with her father. If anything, he should leave her be, and let her wreak her havoc on.
After all, his father had always told him, `The enemy of my enemy is my friend.'
* * *
'Lilah Morgan. Little known about her, Cordelia and Wesley can't find too much on the Net- even though Wesley's still a little clumsy with the computers, and Cordelia makes me miss Willow just a little more. She appears to be just a little under Lindsey in rank at W&H; I'm not sure if they know each other or are involved in any way. She deals a little dirtier than Lindsey, since I'm guessing she was propositioning more than just being her co-worker earlier tonight. She obviously didn't do her research. Just because some attractive woman- okay, more than attractive, beautiful. Dangerously beautiful, she's got this whole Femme Fatale thing going on- Jesus; I'm talking like Cordelia. Anyways, high moral standings- definitely not. She also seems to crave power, and use her own sexuality to gain it, which, as we all noted, would be a powerful weapon. I'm not exactly friendly with her, to say the least, again, the whole being propositioned for sex thing. I don't think Lilah's feeling fuzzy towards me, either (Again! Buffy and Cordy talk! I've got to get away from all these teenagers.) So my conclusion is... Lilah Morgan appears to be dangerous, power-hungry, sexual, beautiful (I think I spent way too much time around Xander Harris in Sunnydale. Note to Self: If I ever turn evil, head for his house.)...'
Lilah Morgan was fully smirking as she finished reading that section on her. She sipped some more Chardonnay, who would've thought the vampire had good tastes in wines? She would have preferred a Merlot, but then again, when you're breaking and entering (even though it's not really breaking and entering when the door is unlocked); you take what you get. She continued leafing through the journal; the photocopier running at light speed with all the files Lilah had put in there. She'd already jammed it twice, God, she'd forgotten how hard these things were to work- thank God for her idiot secretary.
She walked over, back to Angel's mahogany desk and his journals. "Boring, boring, boring." she yawned, leafing through the pages. She'd already read most of the entries on her- she'd started at the end and gone back to the beginning. But then again, that was Lilah- screw tradition, let's do things my way. The radio was on softly; she started swaying to the music as she re-read one of the more recent entries, the one where Angel yammers on about his revelations on Wesley and herself.
'I can't believe that bitch! Who does she think she is, poisoning his mind like that? She's probably the one keeping him away from me, from us. I understand that she's beautiful, sexy, and I'll admit, I've thought about it sometimes, too.' She stopped, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. In the back of her mind, she filed that information for future reference and manipulation. Hell, it's always nice to know you've got backup. 'But the point is, she's evil. She's the enemy, Hell; she's in charge of Wolfram and Hart's Special Projects! Did he forget that Special Projects is really Lawyer-talk for `Let's kill everyone Angel cares about and make him evil so we can have a nice apocalypse?'' Lilah couldn't help but laugh at that. God, this was rich! The vampire felt a little lusty towards her and viewed her, as Satan- Lilah's night couldn't get any better.
Lilah flicked back a couple pages, and started reading again. 'The bitch is at it again, working with Lindsey on this "charity" event. I'm really starting to get a good hatred vibe against her. Lindsey appears to have a bit of a soul left over, Lilah's, however, seems to be on a permanent vacation.' She stopped, wondering if she could get that part framed. She turned around, looking for some more wine- Hell; she was really enjoying this- when she stopped, hearing the slight click of a door. She looked at her watch. Her heart began to race as Lilah slipped into panic mode. That demon was supposed to lead the Fang Gang out past the Valley- they couldn't be back yet! She slowly turned; hoping it was just the kid- maybe she could kill two birds with one stone, get the kid to see the light called Wolfram and Hart.
Wesley stood there, to Lilah's obvious annoyance, holding a thick file in his hand and looking at her with an expression of amusement painted on his face. She did curse him, however, for the fact that he looked *very* good when he was a smug bastard.
Ooh, she was feeling homicidal again.
"And how long have you been watching me?" she asked dryly, not even bothering to exchange a "hello" or "What the Hell are you doing here?" She was having her personal fun time, and did not like having it interrupted by her lover who had been choosing Fred over her for the past couple nights. Not at all.
"Well, I saw you do your little sexy dance while reading aloud from Angel's journal, and may I ask which files you're photocopying?"
"Why, you wanna share?" she drawled slightly, perching herself on the edge of Angel's desk. He stopped at Gunn's desk, a sour look on his face.
"Used to be mine."
"Bitter?" she quipped. She was pouring them some wine, handing him one of the crystal glasses- Waterford, Angel's celebration only glasses that he wouldn't normally let Cordelia near. Wesley realized that Lilah's desire for death must have grown greatly.
"Are you back to your usual wonderful self?" he asked with a sarcastic tone, taking the glass and standing in front of her.
"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?" she almost snarled, defensively. She had not wanted to run into him here and deal with his bullshit. She was hurting just the tiniest bit by his attitude, and would have preferred to stay the Hell away from him until she was done nursing her wounds with her destructive behavior.
"Lilah." he stopped, looked at her, running and hand down her cheek and watching her still and shiver. She looked beautiful tonight, as she did every night, but tonight she was in a strapless pinstripe corset top, with attached pants so that she looked professional with her jacket, dangerous without, and seductive altogether.
It was like that that he was on her, kissing her wildly, passionately. She moaned from the back of her throat somewhere, into the kiss, into his mouth that she'd missed him so much. She told him so, and he smiled.
"I missed you too." She looked at him, that fond smile that he liked so much coming back, her eyes glittering with lust and anticipation.
"Back to my place?"
"No." She frowned, looking more than a little pissed off and hurt. If he thought he could just come and tease-
"Here." He whispered, kissing her again. She smiled, and leaned back, onto the desk...
* * *
Connor was watching all this with wide eyes. The lady's lover had come, Wesley, he knew his name was, and now they were... fornicating... on his birth father's desk. Or, about to. He watched as the man swept the priceless books onto the floor, laying the woman down, on top of it. Their passion was incredible, he noted, yet there was tenderness to the act, which was fascinating in itself, being as how they seemed to have been having a spat just five minutes ago and now...
Now, she was moaning his name, and Connor realized that watching this was wrong, wrong, very wrong. He should just turn away and go about his business and not wish that Cordelia and him did the same thing, on his father the vampire's desk. He decided to quickly make his exit, to go pray to the Bible his real father had given him.
* * *
Angel returned that night, tired, exhausted from that fight. One day, he was going to find Lilah Morgan and make her pay for everything she'd done to him, everything she'd put him through. That demon had not been fun at all, especially since it squirted sperm at people. Sticky sperm. That, Angel felt, was overkill, and anything involving overkill meant that that bitch Lilah was involved.
"Hey, looks like Wesley left some files here." Fred noticed, walking into the offices. "He left them on your desk, Angel."
Angel couldn't help but notice Gunn's eyes darken with jealousy and hatred. The vampire sighed, not wanting to deal with the Wesley-Gunn rivalry tonight- he was too tired. He headed into his office, walking over to his desk. He sat down, picking up the file marked "Confidential"; the note attached just briefly stating that this was the information Angel wanted, and that Wesley would be occupied for the rest of the night.
`Probably with his whore,' the vampire thought darkly. He could really use some of that Chardonnay he kept. Not to get drunk, no, he preferred only to have a little wine to soothe his frayed nerves on nights like this. He opened up the drawer blindly, opening up the file with the other hand.
The bottle was gone, he immediately noticed. He looked down, only to see a piece of burgundy lace that was once a thong in it's place.
The vampire stared for a long moment, as it immediately occurred to him who's they were, how they got there, and what probably had happened on his desk while he was out trying to kill her damnable agent.
The vampire, robbed of his wine, sat back and began contemplating Lilah Morgan's death, in full color with surround sound.
* * *
"Think he knows?" the self-professed evil lawyer asked sleepily, pressed against her lover's chest. She was quite comfortable, lying in her warm bed against his hard frame, basting in the afterglow and imagining the look on the vampire's face as he found their "present". They were at her apartment tonight, though just the feeling and smell of Wesley by now was familiar and, strangely enough, comforting.
"Mm, quite sure of it." He murmured, kissing her forehead and holding her just a little closer. "You sure he can't get in here?" his tone was slightly worried, if not for his sake, but for his partner in crime. He'd grown quite fond of Lilah, who knows, you could even say he was falling in love. Never the less, he did not fancy her dead.
"Don't worry, lover, I've had this place Angel-proofed by the best." she smiled at him, purring slightly as his hands started to play with her hair. He return the smile back, and they headed off to their world of dreams, whatever they may be, satisfied with the fact that while the score between them was undetermined, they'd just one- upped the vampire.
Game, set, match.
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