GREEN EYED MONSTER (4/?)
 

"Hey Willow. I need you to research the name Jason Stoner for me" Angel
said as he walked into the lobby from his elevator. He froze, his eyes
taking in the empty desks.
 

"Just tell him no, Red" Spike said, moving up from behind Angel. He too
froze when he encountered the silent room. "Where the bloody hell are
they?"
 

Angel frowned, "They must be at lunch."
 

The two men went into the office, each going to his desk. Angel saw the
stack of typed papers and the note. Reading it aloud, he scowled even
more. "Errands?"
 

"Why the fuck couldn't they tell us where they were going?" Spike
demanded.
 

"Maybe they didn't want to wake us" Angel said, thinking about it.
 

"Fuck that. I'd rather be woken up than not know where the hell they
are." Spike grumbled, looking at the notes on the Deliro case. "I wonder
what bloody game they're playing."
 

"What do you mean?" Angel asked.
 

Spike looked up, "Leaving early last night. And now this...what the hell
is wrong with them? Do you think they're getting tired of us?"
 

Angel shook his head, "Of course not. Maybe it's just that time of the
month. They always get a little weird around then."
 

"Will's monthly doesn't arrive for another two weeks" Spike said.
Realizing what he had said, he looked back down at the notes.
 

"What? Would you mind telling me why you have Willow's cycles
memorized?" Angel asked, surprised at his childe.
 

"No" Spike answered.
 

"Come on Spikey...tell Daddy all about it" Angel teased.
 

"Shut up, you bleeding wanker" Spike grumbled.
 

"Come on..." Angel taunted, wondering what big secret his childe was
keeping from him.
 

"I love the damn chit. There? Happy now? Can we drop it?" Spike roared,
his eyes flashing anger. He couldn't believe he'd slipped up so badly.
He'd kept his secret for over a year, only to have to tell it because of
his big damn mouth.
 

"You love WIllow?" Angel said softly, seeing the tension in his childe.
He wondered why the hell he hadn't seen it in the last year. Was he
blind?
 

"Sod off" Spike said.
 

"You know she has a crush on you don't you?' Angel pointed out quietly.
 

Spike looked at his sire, "Does not. She thinks of me like she does
Xander. A nice cuddly big brother type."
 

Angel snorted, "Please. The girl eats you alive with her eyes. Any fool
could see it."
 

Spike leaned back, his face disbelieving. "Oh, you mean like the prom
queen does you?"
 

Angel glared at him, "Now what are you talking about?"
 

"Delia. She looks at you like you're the chocolate syrup for her vanilla
ice cream" Spike said, grinning as Angel looked uncomfortable. "Talk
about being a fool."
 

"You're full of it. You're just trying to get the attention off of you
and your love for Willow, which I wholeheartedly consent to by the way.
She'd be good for you. And if she can tolerate you, she's a hero among
women."
 

"Nice to have your permission Dad" Spike said, rolling his eyes. "The
chit doesn't know I exist. Not like your little brunette dish."
 

"Cordelia is not my anything. We're just friends." Angel hissed.
 

"Oohh...did I strike a nerve?" Spike said, grinning openly. "Does big,
bad Daddy want the little tasty treat?"
 

"Sod off" Angel said, repeating Spike's earlier words.
 

Spike laughed out right, "That's rich. You're giving me advice all the
while you're secretly lusting for your assistant. Hypocrite!" Spike
taunted.
 

"Spike, drop it. We agree that neither of us has a chance in hell at
getting the women we want. Fair?" Angel said, running a hand through his
dark locks.
 

"Fair" Spike agreed softly. He'd realized when he had first fallen for
Willow that he was nowhere good enough for her. She deserved someone as
special as she was. His sire was going senile if he thought she had a
crush on him. He had been with her every day practically for the last
sixteen months or more. He'd have seen even the slightest desire on her
part, wouldn't he?
 

Angel re-read the notes of Savannah's case. It seemed pretty simple. He
couldn't help wondering if maybe Spike was right. Did Cordelia want him
as much as he wanted her? He had never seen it in the eighteen months
they had been working together since Doyle's death. Maybe she had hidden
it as well as he had. It was something to think about, that was for
sure.
 

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