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Summary: Elizabeth Summers is forced to go into government protection when her father’s business causes threats to be made on her life. While in hiding Elizabeth becomes smitten with one of her guards and tries her best to tempt him in any way imaginable. Special Agent William "Spike" Hawthorne was leading the good life. He was happily engaged to his girlfriend of five years and was finally settling into his work at the bureau. But, like always nothing good lasts forever. Spike is assigned to an important case that forces him to abandon the comfort and security of his happy life. His assignment turns out to be more then he can handle. After meeting Elizabeth and feeling something stir deep inside he starts to question everything in his life. Will he be able to resist temptation or give in to the passion growing inside him?
"Are you sure that this must be done?" Hank Summers asked one of his security agents from his seat behind the executive mahogany desk that lined the far wall of his office.
"Yes, Mr. Summers. If you wish to ensure the safety of your daughter you must follow our orders."
Hank exhaled roughly. He ran his hand through his thin brown hair before bringing it to rest under his chin. He eyed the men standing in his office warily. He didn’t trust them, but then again he didn’t trust anyone lately. The past two months had been hell on him and his family. His business was the main cause of it all. But, because he was successful in what he did he refused to give it up, let alone allow idle threats from foreign citizens deter him from building. He had never had this kind of problem before. There had always been activist groups that protested the cutting down of trees or the disturbance his company brought to their land, but never had they threatened his family.
"What do I have to do?" He asked finally giving in.
One of the agents cleared his throat and stepped up closer to the desk.
"You have to place your daughter under our care," he explained. "Your wife as well."
"My wife won’t leave my side," Hank interrupted, shaking his head as he leaned back in his leather chair. "She only cares about the safety of Elizabeth."
The agent that was standing closest to him glanced over his shoulder to one of his colleagues. His colleague nodded his head, letting him know that this was not a problem and to proceed with relaying the plans to Mr. Summers.
"We will treat your daughter as if she is under witness protection and send her away to a secluded place with two of our best agents. You and your wife will not be allowed to contact her, nor will she be able to contact anyone including you."
"I don’t know about this," Hank commented shakily. "Elizabeth won’t like not being able to see her friends."
The agent that seemed to be in charge of the whole group moved forward to convince Hank of their plan.
"Sir, what is more important right now? Your daughters happiness or her life?"
Hank starred at the man who had asked him such a bold question. Of course his daughters life was more important than anything, but her happiness was her life. It was his life. He only wanted her to be happy…and safe.
"Very well. When do I meet these two agents who will be guarding her?"
"Tomorrow. Tonight you will have to tell you daughter and your wife what is going on. Until then we will prepare everything and make sure all is running smoothly."
"No!" Eighteen-year-old Elizabeth Anne Summers yelled while standing up from her dining room chair abruptly. "I don’t want to leave Sunnydale!"
"Honey, please. Your father is only doing what’s in you best interest." Joyce Summers said, trying hard to calm her daughter before she did something she would regret.
"If he wanted to do what was in my interest he would call of this project in Africa," Elizabeth snapped back quickly. "But since all he cares about is money, I’m the one that has to leave my friends behind and boyfriend."
"That’s enough!" Hank shouted, slamming his hands loudly against the table. "One more word out of you and I will change my mind about this whole free vacation and lock you up in an institute instead."
"Hank," Joyce chastised.
"Joyce, your daughter is one word away from me not caring about her safety and throwing her over to the MuHads myself."
"Go ahead," Elizabeth challenged. "I’d rather live with them then two old geezers form the FBI. At least with them I’m sure I’ll have some excitement."
Hank stood up, knocking over his chair in the process, and pointed one long finger at his daughter. "Go up to your room now. You are not allowed to talk to anyone, not Willow, not Angel, no one."
"In two days you are getting on that plane and until then you are not to breath a word to anyone about what is happening."
Elizabeth crossed her arms defiantly. She was prepared to argue with her dear Daddy some more, but once she caught sight of the pleading look on her mother’s face she decided against it and swirled around to stomp noisily up to her room.
"Can you believe it Wills?" Elizabeth asked while painting her toenails. "He actually expects me to drop my life and live god knows where while he settles this whole thing over in Africa."
Once Elizabeth had entered her room and slammed the door, she immediately picked up her cordless phone on her bedside table and called her best friend Willow. She didn’t care what danger it might’ve caused, she trusted Willow and knew that anything she told her would be kept between them. Now after spending two hours on the phone they were still on the subject of her Father and what an ass he was being.
"Well, Buffy," Willow said, using the nickname for her friend that she had made up in middle school. "Maybe you should do what he says."
"Oh, no. Not you too Wills," Buffy grumbled, wiping her finger over a smudge on her big toe. "I thought for sure that you, as my best friend, would agree with me on this 100 percent."
"I do agree with you Buffy," Willow defended. "Its just that form what you’ve told me about these threats they seem kinda scary and …and well maybe its safer if you go into hiding."
"Hiding," Buffy scoffed distastefully. "I prefer to call it ‘sending me away to a boarding school’ cause that’s what its like. I mean it might as well be an all girls boarding school if I have to stay with two old men who clean their weapons on a nightly basis and hit the sheets around nine o’clock every night."
"Buffy it might not be that bad."
"Believe me if my father has anything to do with this master plan then it will be that bad."
"Elizabeth, honey are you talking on the phone?"
"Oh shit," Buffy whispered under her breath, rolling to a sitting position on her bed. "Willow I have to go my mom’s outside my bedroom door."
"Alright. Call me later if you want to talk."
Buffy hung up the phone and tossed it under one of her pillows just before her mom opened the door and peeked her head in.
"Elizabeth you know what will happen if your father catches you on the phone."
Buffy smiled, her brain thinking of a nasty response to her mother’s remark. "He’ll suffer a heart attack and I wont have to go away because being with him in his time of need is so much more important then my safety."
Joyce shook her head softly. "Elizabeth that’s not a nice thing to say."
Joyce stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. She made her way over to her daughter’s bed and sat down on the edge.
"Sweetie, I know how hard this is for you. And, I understand why you don’t want to leave. But, can you at least try to understand why your father has to do this?"
"Fine. Since you wont do it for him will you do it for me. I am worried about you Elizabeth and I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. I don’t think I could live if something happened to my little baby girl."
Buffy watched as her mother broke into tears. She hated seeing her mother cry, especially when it was over something she was half the cause of.
Joyce halted her tears and looked up at into her daughter’s hazel eyes.
"On one condition," Buffy said, raising one finger into the air. "You have to tell daddy that I’m only doing this because of you and that he had no effect on my decision."
Joyce laughed at her daughter’s request before pulling her into her arms and hugging her tightly.
"I’ll go inform your father that everything is settled," Joyce told her, getting up to leave the room.
Buffy waited for her mom to leave before fishing for her phone under the pillow and hitting redial.
"Well, Wills looks like I’m gonna be going away for awhile."
"Guarding Elizabeth" Chapter I
"Mr. Summers here are the two agents that will be watching over your daughter."
Hank looked up from the papers an agent had spread out before him to look over. He saw two men coming through the door to his office and walking towards his desk. He noticed they seemed rather young and this irritated him for some reason.
"I thought you said two of your best men would be assigned to the job?" He asked not halting his assessment of the two agents. "These two look young enough to be my sons."
"Sir, I assure you that they are completely capable to do the job," the senior agent who had informed him of their arrival told him. "This is Special Agent Alexander Harris and Special…"
"How old are they?" Hank interrupted, raking his eyes over the agent who had bleached hair. For some reason this one left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"They are both twenty-five years of age, sir."
Hank came around his desk to stand in front of it. He strolled over to stand beside the agent named Harris and studied him closely. The young agent stood stock still, his jaw tight. Hank nodded his approval. The other agent, who had not been named yet, was the next one he studied. He circled him, moving his eyes up and down the young man before letting his gaze fall on his face. He took in the bleached hair and the high cheekbones and grunted his disapproval.
"I don’t want these two protecting my daughter." Hank scoffed. "They might take advantage of the situation presented to them. A vulnerable teenager right at their finger tips. I don’t like it."
"With all do respect, sir." The still unnamed agent spoke up. "Agent Harris here is a happily married man, and I am engaged. We have no intentions of looking at your daughter in any way besides as an assignment."
Hank scowled at the blond agent but reluctantly took his statement for what it was worth and nodded his head in understanding.
"You have a British accent," Hank noted. "Are you even an American citizen?"
"I was born in Greenville, California, but I lived most of my life in England with both my parents who are British as well," Agent Hawthorne replied. "So, legally I am an American citizen."
"As Special Agent William Hawthorne pointed out this is a job to them. They will treat it with the utmost professionalism possible."
"Very well," Hank said solemnly. "Let’s discuss what is going to be done for my daughter."
Agent Harris and Agent Hawthorne exited the building and entered the busy streets of downtown Sunnydale. Hawthorne quickly went to work searching for his smokes while Harris checked his watch.
"I am so glad we are not protecting that man," Harris breathed in relief, looking up towards the sky. "My nerves would be shot to hell within five minutes of being alone with him."
Hawthorne puffed on his fag before plucking the thin stick from his lips to add his own thoughts to his partner’s remark. "His daughter won’t be much easier."
Harris looked over at the man standing beside him and furrowed his brows. Before he could question what he meant Hawthorne was walking off down the sidewalk.
"What do you mean?" Harris asked finally catching up.
"Come on Xander get a clue. If the old man is that uptight about his daughter then she must be one high maintenance bird."
"I don’t think so Spike," Xander argued shoving his hands into his pants pockets as the strolled past several eateries. "I think she’ll be exactly like her father described her. Vulnerable with a little bit of shyness on the side."
Spike laughed at his partners foolishness. He knew without a doubt this assignment was going to be one adventure after the next and he definitely wasn’t looking forward to it.
"So, how’s Cordy taking the news of you leaving?"
"She’s seven months pregnant. How do you think she’s taking it?"
"That bad, eh?"
"Well, after the crying stopped and she finally let me into the room I was able to calm her down enough to explain the importance of this," Xander said. "Plus, after informing her of the extra financial help I’ll ultimately receive she was okay with it."
Spike chuckled softly under his breath. Xander was a lucky chap to have someone like Cordelia in his life. Helped to keep the man sane and stable, which was especially important with the kind of job they had. He only wished his married life was half as good as Xander’s when he finally tied the knot.
"What about Dru? How’d she take it?"
"Hav’nt told her yet." Spike mumbled, flicking away his cigarette butt onto the street beside them.
"You haven’t told her!?" Xander screamed, coming to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk to face his partner. "Are you mad? We’ll be leaving tomorrow and you still haven’t told her."
"There hasn’t been a right time," Spike defended. "She’s been so busy planning the wedding that I didn’t want to bother ‘er."
"Well, you better tell he… " Xander’s comment was stopped by a small body bumping into his.
"HEY!" he shouted when the person kept right on walking past without turning to apologize.
"How rude," Buffy sneered. "Don’t people know it’s a hazard to stop in the middle of the street like that. Walkways are for walking. Hello, any fool can figure that out."
"So, what is it you need to get?" Willow asked while munching on her breakfast bagel.
Buffy pulled her purse in front of her and started to sift through its contents. She cried out triumphantly when she produced the list her mother had given her.
"Lets see," she mumbled giving the list a once over before answering her friend. "Jeez, my mother must think I’m going to be gone a long time. This list is insane."
Willow glanced over at the list and caught sight of a few things that made her laugh.
"Economy sized box of tampons, shampoo, conditioner, four tubes of toothpaste!" Buffy said, shocked. "Does my mom think I’m buying for an Army?"
Willow giggled at her friend’s sarcastic tone. She noticed they were approaching "Family Mart" and tugged Buffy in the direction of the store.
Twenty minutes later Buffy was still in the store and her cart was not nearly filled with anything except one tube of toothpaste. The reason for her delay was because currently she was in the hair care aisle debating over the vast amounts of products available.
Buffy plucked two bottles off the shelf and turned to Willow. Willow had her nose buried in a Cosmo magazine, her elbows leaning against the handle of the shopping cart.
"Okay, between these two, which one?" Buffy asked displaying the bottle high enough for Willow to see.
Willow read the labels of each bottle and finally pointed to the one in Buffy’s right hand.
Buffy turned to bottle around to see which one Willow had picked. She scrunched her nose up at it.
"Why not Pantene?"
"Pantene doesn’t clean the hair, it only coats it until the stuff becomes cakey and your left with all this gunk," Willow explained her nose still buried in the magazine.
"Hmm. Well, I don’t want that."
Buffy replaced the Pantene on the shelf and threw the other bottle into the cart. She found the conditioner made by the same company and threw that in the cart as well.
"Three down, a hundred to go."
Willow sighed happily when she noticed Buffy moving to leave the aisle. She folded the magazine to keep her place and set it in the top part of the buggy. She then pushed the buggy and followed Buffy down the aisle.
They were about to round the corner when Buffy stopped. Willow saw her face light up and glanced in the direction Buffy was looking to see what had caught her attention.
"Oh no," Willow groaned when she saw what it was.
"I have to get body wash," Buffy said, picking up a bottle and twisting the cap off the smell its contents. "Now which scent do I want?"
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