Title: The Lawyer, the Witch, and the Weather
Author: Lauren
Email: athena56@bolt.com
Feedback: If the PTB are willing...
Distribution: You want it? It's yours.
Spoilers: "To Shanshu in L.A." But Lindsey has his hand.
Content: Lindsey/Willow
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Joss Wheadon and many others own the characters of BtVS (lucky bastards). But there are a few original minor characters that belong to me.
Note: This was my first fan fic that I ever wrote. It was the response to "The Boredom Challenge" at Lindsey McDonald Fan Fiction. And because I'm me, I decided to be daring by doing a crossover.
Status: COMPLETE
Length: 8 Chapters

Part 1


[Sunday, November 5]


"Damn, I need a woman." Lindsey said. It was 3 am in the City of Angels. He was drunk from too much alcohol and was trying to pass time by watching the Flinstones and laughing his ass off at Fred being kicked out of the house by the cat.

"Flinstones. Meet the Flinstones. They're the modern stoneage family"

Lindsey took another drink of vodka. He flinched at the taste of the strong liquor. After a few more sips, his vision started to get a little blurry. "Damn, Wilma's hot!"

"From the town of Bedrock. There, a place right out of history."

Outside, a snowstorm was raging. The palm trees lining the street were covered in frost, growing limp and cold. Lindsey rose from his recliner and stared out the window, watching the wind whip the snowflakes in circular motions. 'God, now I know I'm drunk. That's messed up.'

*Flinstones Theme Song

[Monday, November 6]


"Knock, knock. Anyone home?" Spike called through the Angel Investigations office.

"Maybe it's a vampire holiday or something." Willow commented trailing behind him.

"Oh, come off it." Spike snapped. "Why would I be here then?"

"Let's face it. Your not exaclty a typical...vampire...type of...guy."

Spike paused and looked at Willow strangly. "Well, you got that right, love."

Angel emerges from his office holding, holding a book in his hand, "Love Torn" by I.L. Hockvick. "Hey. Thanks for coming on such short notice.", still somewhat engrossed in his book.

"No problem." answered Willow. "What's the problem?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Spike and Willow darted quick glances at each other."Oh. I'm sorry. What did you say?" Angel asked, returning his attention to his friends.

"What's wrong?" Willow repeated.

"I would have to say it's that book he's reading. What a bore." Spike commented.

Angel held his book protectivly. "I think it's pretty interesting."

Spike rolled his eyes at the hopeless romanticism of his friend. "It's so obvious just by reading the first chapter that the two of them are gonna end up together and the parents are going to consent to wedding."

Angel stared at the book, and then at Spike, then back at the book. He flung the book behind him, landing with a loud thud on the florr of his office. "Thanks. Thanks a lot. I finally find a hobby and you have to ruin it for me."

Willow wacked Spike in the stomach. "Nice greeting." She muttered to Spike so Angel wouldn't hear it. "Now seriously, what did you ask us to come here for?"

"Uhh yes. Come into my office." Angel said, snapping back to reality. The three walked into Angel's office where Angel walked to a stereo and turned Mozart's Requirum Mass down.

"Oh bloody hell man! You can't read a decent book and you have to listen to this? For being around for 200 years, you have terrible taste." Spike taunted. "Beethoven was so much better then this crap."

Angel rolled his eyes. "Will you just sit down and let me tell you about what's going on? Then you can continue to partonize me about my literature and musical tastes."

Willow sat in one of chair's in front of Angel. She pulled at Spike's jacket as a hint for him to sit too. When Spike finally sat down in the chair in front of Angel's desk. "Can't take you anyway." She whispered.

Angel took out pictures from his top drawer. He threw them across the desk towards Willow. She examined each one. "Is there a reason your showing me a winter resort?"

"That's not a resort. That was L.A. was two days ago. Something weird had been going on with the weather here in the city. I need you two to help me find out what this is. I have a feeling that Wolfram & Hart have something with this."

"Wolfram & Hart? They're the law firm you told me about, right?" Willow asked.

"Yeah. They specialize in demon stuff and other things that aren't so good." Angel continued to fish through his desk drawer looking for anything else he could show to Willow.

Willow paused and studied each of the pictures. "But I don't get it." She finally said. "Why can't Wesley and Cordy take care of this?" She asked, puzzled by the randomness of this misssion.

Angel couldn't help but slighty smirk at her comment, which left Spike and Willow staring at Angel and each other.It took him awhile but soon he was able to gain his composure. "Um....Cordelia is shooting a commercial. It's for some perfume or something and it's being shot at some club at night so she's out as far as a raid. And Wesley's," Angel started to smirk again. "He got attacked by a demon a few days. He got hurt pretty bad so he's been put on rest. The painkillers-"

As if on que, Wesley burst into the office, dressed in a bathrobe and slippers. In his hand, he held a half of a donut, which he brought up to his ear. "Thank you for calling Angel Investigations. How my I transfer your call?"

"Very strong." Angel finished. He hurried from his chair and escorted Wesley out of the room and towards a couch in the center of the room. Willow and Spike quickly followed, not wanting to miss Wesley's humorous display.

"Oh I'm sorry. He's not in at the moment, may I take a message?" Wesley continued into the donut.

He turned to Willow. "I couldn't leave him alone in this condition. Willow nodded her head in agreement. "It's time for nappy time, Wesley. Okay?"

"Alright, Mommy." Wesley said, starting to trail off. "Can I have some...cookies after...dinner?" With that last word, Wesley dozed off.

"Mummy, I want some cookies." Spike taunted at the doorway. Willow smacked him across the head. "OWWWW! That hurt!"

"Your not helping." She turned to Angel, as Spike rubbed the spot that Willow hit. "So basically, you want me to get into W and H and get some info."

"Kinda." Angel said, still quite preoccupied with getting Wesley settled. "I want Spike to go with you. I found an enterance to the basement through the sewer. There maybe you can find some info there." He stood up and slowly walked to the window that watched over the lit up Los Angeles.

Willow smiled at the idea. She was finally going to have an oppurtunity to work on a mission on her own. Even if Spike was going to be there, she was going to be able to prove that she could perform tasks without the help of Buffy.

"So, when does this go down?" Spike asked, breaking the silence, and eating on the rest of the donut that Wesley had been holding.

"Tomorrow night. You and I will work on the stragedy tomorrow during the day." Angel said, not really paying attention.

"What can I do?" Willow exclaimed eagerly, hoping that Angel would be in need of a potion or spell of some kind.

"Shopping." Angel muttered, quickly snapping back to reality. "Your going out with Cordelia tomorrow. I'm sure have some....catching up or something to do."

"Sounds like...fun." Willow quickly forced a smile. As much as Cordy was her friend, the thought of spending an entire afternoon with her wasn't that exciting to her. She walked into Angel's office, playing with random things in the room. She almost stumbled over the book Angel had thrown earlier. She picked it up and examined the cover. 'Doesn't look that bad of a book.' she thought.




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