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 3


[Wednesday, November 8]


"What is it?" Spike asked, examining the scroll.

Angel grabbed the scroll. "What do you think it is?" He started to pace around the room, studying the scroll carefully.

Cordy sat in the corner,drinking her coffee. "Want some coffee, Angel?"

"I'll have some." Spike answered.

"Is your name Angel?" She glared at Spike.

"If only Wesley wasn't incapacitated, he could help." Angel continued, not listening to the argument between Cordy and Spike.

"Or if only he wasn't hurt and not able to do anything." Cordy commented, shaking her head and smiling proudly. The two vampires stared at Cordelia. She continued smiling.

Angel focused his attention back to the scroll. "Maybe Willow can do this." He looked back at Cordy. "Where is she?"

"She's downstairs." Cordy answered, finishing her sip of coffee. "Since the mission, she's been almost as depressed as you." She turned back to Spike. "What happened there?"

"How the hell should I know? We got interrupted by some lawyer boy. He was threatening Willow so I punched him. Not much else I could do." He paused, his heart softening thinking about the sadness of his friend. "She's been acting weird since we got back. Almost...sad."

The conversation was interrupted by Wesley, still sporting the ensemble of a bathrobe and slippers. He was carrying a cassette player and dancing with what seemed to be an invisible dance partner. All stared at his dance steps across the Angel Investigations building.

Cordy and Spike turned to their attention to Angel, awaiting an explanation. Angel shrugged. "I made him of tape of Minuets." He finally said. Cordy and Spike continued to stare at him. "I thought it would keep him occupied!" Angel said frantically.

Cordy looked at Wesley, who was awkwardly trying to attempt ballroom dancing, but instead, tripping over his slippered feet. "Well, at least the air will be his partner."

Wesley caught sight of the three staring at him. He approached the three gawking strangers with a somewhat confident stride. "Cordelia," he said, slightly groggy. "May I have this dance?" placing his hand out to hers.

"Wait just a Minuet, Mr. Estaire." Cordy said. She racked her brain for something to say to Wesley. "Ballroom dancing isn't quite my thing." She grabbed Spike's arm and practically throwing him at Wesley. "Spike likes dancing!" She squealed.

"Wait a second here!" Spike yelled, but it was too late. Wesley had already made his dancing partner selection. He placed his arm around Spike's waist and raised his finger to wave at him.

"Now, I lead." Before Spike could answer back, Wesley already had Spike "dancing". Due to the lack of grace from both dancers, they both found themselves being thrown in every direction.

Meanwhile, Cordy and Angel stood in the doorway of Angel's office, laughing hysterically. This was probably the most amusing thing they had ever seen happen. They were laughing so hard, Angel had to catch Cordy from falling forward.

"I bet you think this is so funny." Spike snarled.

"Actually," Angel said between laughs. "It is!" Wesley continued to lead the two in dancing, humming to the tune of the minuet playing.

"Oh, you two owe me! BIG!" Spike yelled.

Willow sat on the couch in the bottom part of Angel Investigations. She fished slightly through the blue folder that she stole from the Wolfram and Hart. But her mind wasn't in her work. It kept roaming to the man who stopped her in the file room. 'He was so handsome.' She shook her head. 'Snap out of it, Will. He works for them. He's evil.' She turned a few pages in the file. 'You'll probably never see him again.' She stopped and looked around the room. 'You don't even know his name.' She turned a few pages of the file. Her hand suddenly froze as she looked over the next page. There was a picture and employee profile of the man from the file room. "Lindsey McDonald." she muttered, running her fingers over the smooth picture.

Lindsey sat in his office, pressing an ice pack to his face. Flashes of the punch ran through his mind. But in-between those images flashed pictures of Willow, the redhead who had disappeared from his life as mysteriously as she had appeared. 'God,' he thought. He rose from his chair and walked to the window and stared out at L.A. in the morning. 'Where did you go, Willow?'

"Good morning." Holland had let himself inside. Lindsey hadn't even heard him come in. "Well, your looking well this morning." Lindsey turned and glared at his employer. "I heard you had a rough evening last night."

"Yes, sir." Lindsey answered, continuing to apply the ice. "I had a run-in with an intruder." He sunk into his chair. "I'm sorry, Sir. I'll get back to work on the Robinson case."

"Don't worry about it Lindsey." Holland said, in an almost convincing manner. "I've decided to give you a break. The Senior Partners have been very impressed with the work you have been doing lately." Holland headed for the door. "Lilah will be taking over the case for you now. Now you can relax. Perhaps you could continue working on that little project that I told you about yesterday. You know that is 'assignment' is very important to the firm. I wouldn't trust anyone else in the firm with a job this important." Holland said with a smile, and walked out of Lindsey office.

"Yes, sir. I'll get right on it." Lindsey called after him.

"Willow."

Willow jumped from her seat from the voice. She turned over to see Angel at the entrance.He was still wiping tears out of his eyes from laughing so hard. "What?" She asked meekly, quickly shutting the folder so that he wouldn't see it. Angel stopped laughing and looked at Willow, becoming even more concerned about her all the time.

"You missed it!" Cordelia shouted, poking her head down the stairway, still trying to recover from the laugh-fest that took place upstairs. "Wesley was listening to this tape and trying to dance to it, right? And he grabbed Spike and started flinging him around the room." She could barely get the words out she was laughing so hard. Willow obviously wasn't amused by Cordy's story.

"Cordelia. Shhhh." Angel whispered softly. "Just go upstairs, OK?"
> "What?" Cornelia squeaked, obviously hurt by the statement. "Just when I thought you had started to loosen up." She huffed, and then disappeared from the stairway again.

"Are you okay?" Angel asked.

"Yup. Peachy keen." Willow answered back, not very convincingly. The two stood there in awkward silence. "Is there something you wanted?" Willow asked finally.

"Yeah...um." Angel cleared his throat. "I know you've done a lot of translating for Giles and stuff." He obviously felt bad about asking Willow for her help when she was so upset. He ran his fingers through is hair in an embarrassed manner. "But...um...could you come and help us with this scroll? I was never one for translating scrolls." Angel said with a slight smile.

"Okay!" Willow quickly jumped up. She was happy to help Angel with something. Not that translating musty scrolls was he idea of a healthy past time but she was willing to do anything to take her mind of Lindsey. She ran past Angel and up the stairs towards his office.

"That went well." Angel turned his around to head back upstairs. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a blue folder on the couch. He walked over and picked it up. 'Winter in L.A. Willow never told me she found this.' Angel shrugged, not thinking much of it. With the folder in hand, he once again headed up the stairs. 'I wonder why.'

Angel continued up the stairs to his office. Upon entrance, he was surprised to see Willow was already sitting amongst dozens of books, with the scroll to her left for quick reference. Spike and Cordy sat in the corner, staring in amazement at the gumption that Willow was showing for translating.

Wesley was still amusing himself with the tape but Angel closed the door, so Wesley wouldn't be such a distraction. He could see Cordy giggling at Spike in the corner of the room and Spike telling her to knock it off.

"It's like she's possessed." Cordy whispered to Angel, finally turning her attention away from Spike. She looked down and noticed the blue folder that he was holding. "Ooooo. What's this?" she said curiously, snatching it from his hand and starting to look through the pages.

"Oh. It's a folder from Wolfram & Hart. It probably has something to do what's going on." Angel said.

"What gives you that idea?" Spike chimed in. Cordelia flipped to the cover and showed the title, Winter in L.A. "I knew that." he snapped.

"Whatever." Cordy said. She took the seat in front of Angel's desk and proceeded to read the first few pages of the file, making a sound of discovery every 3 seconds. "Hmmmmmmmmm. Oooooooo! Ahhhhhhhh!"

"WOULD YOU KNOCK IT OFF?" Spike yelled, startling everyone in the room, especially Cordy. "What in bloody hell is so interesting on that page that you have to make so many noises?"

Cordy made a face at Spike and continued reading. She turned to the next page and a smirk appeared on her face. "I think we got something here." she said smiling triumphantly and made a motion for Angel to come over. Angel approached Cordy and looked over her shoulder to see what she had found. Spike was jumping up and down, trying to see what everyone was so interested.

"If it isn't L.A's number one demon Perry Mason, Lindsey McDonald." Cordy exclaimed.

"I should have known he had something to do with this. When I get my hands on him, he's going to have a lot of explaining to do." Angel said, his mind racing about what the next course of action would be.

Willow sat at the desk, pretending to be busy with scroll decoding. But she knew. She knew that the stranger who haunted all of her thoughts was one who made everyone who knew him fill with anger. 'He must really be evil. Ohmigod! I've fallen for Satan!' Willow thought.

"Lemme see." Spike nudged Angel out of the way so he could see the picture that everyone was so interested in. "Him?" Spike said, sounding extremely surprised. "He's the 'lil bugger I punched out last night at Wolfram & Hart."

"You saw him?" Angel asked, also sounding surprised. He looked at Spike and Willow.

"Yah. He was the one who cornered Willow so I gave him a nice shiner." Spike raised his fist, as if to demonstrate.

Willow stood up and started yelling. "He wasn't trying to hurt...me." But towards the end of her statement, she started to trail off, realizing what it must look like to her friends that she was defending someone who everyone considered to be evil.

Wesley poked his head inside the office. "Would anyone care for another dance?" he asked innocently.

"NO!" All four shouted at him.

"Well," Wesley said snobbishly. "At least Jezabel will dance with me." and he quickly shut the door, leaving the four friends standing there who Jezabel was."

"Well, either way." Spike continued. "He's going to be wearing an ice pack for awhile." He chuckled.

"He's dead." Angel thought about what would have happened to Willow if Spike wasn't there to save her from that "monster" and he filled with anger at the thought. Angel grabbed his coat and started to head for the door.

"Wait!" Willow exclaimed. She quickly jumped from her chair and stood in front of Angel, blocking the doorway.

"Out of my way, Willow!" Angel barked, growing with more hatred for Lindsey McDonald every minute.

"NO!" Willow shouted back, just as fiercely and angrily as Angel.

"What's your problem?" Cordelia yelled, appearing from behind Angel.

"Now it's getting good!" Spike commented from the doorway.

"SHUT UP!" All three shouted at Spike. The shout startled but it didn't seem to affect Wesley who was still waltzing down the hallway.

"You can't leave!" Willow continued.

"And why not, missy?" Cordy demanded, placing her hands on her hips and awaiting an explanation for Willow's behavior. Angel folded his arms in front of his chest. He, too, was waiting for Willow's explanation for her out-of-character outburst.

"Ummm..." She was trying to think of something to say to keep Angel from going to see Lindsey. She knew that if Angel found him, he would hurt Lindsey, maybe even kill him. "We don't even know what we're going to after him for. Give me another day or so. We should try to figure out what the scroll says so we know what kind of questions to ask him about."

Angel stood there, soaking in Willow's proposal.

"It would give you more time to prepare, then just running in there all...'Gung-Ho' like." Willow continued.

Cordy stood in front of Angel and stared straight into Willow's face. "Are you crazy?" She waved her finger in front of Willow's face, like a mother reprimanding her child. "He could have killed you! If you wasn't for Spike you might not even be here. Angel's just trying to protect you from psycho lawyer from hell. He could have pulled out a gun or a knife. He could have even thrown....his FAKE hand at you or something. I mean who knows if that thing doesn't have like hidden razor blades or poison gas or-"

Angel grabbed Cordelia the shoulders. "Cordy. Shhhh." He said softly, slightly massaging her shoulders, trying to get her to calm down from her rant. "Willow's right. We don't even know we're going after Lindsey for." He took his hands off her shoulders and started to head to his office. "If we know what he's trying, we have a better chance of stopping it."

Willow let out a sigh of realize. At least she had spared a day for the gorgeous/evil lawyer. She walked to back to the office where the scroll was waiting for translating.

Spike stood in the hallway, watching the whole crew mope back into the office. "Well, I have this place is definitely always interesting."

Lindsey and Holland walked down the halls of the Wolfram & Hart building, discussing the latest developments of the new "special project".

"I understand some important files critical to this case where stolen from the file room last night." Holland said.

Lindsey nodded. "I have copies of the files in my office. I don't have a copy of the scroll through.

"I bet Angel has something to do with this." Holland said, not paying attention to Lindsey's last comment.

"But I saw the intruders." Lindsey spoke up. "They didn't look like any of Angel's lackeys." 'She looked more like an angel.' He thought, remembering her dark, intense eyes and her fiery red hair. That's all he could think about all day. He could barely focus on his work. His mind always traveled back to the mysterious woman. "Willow." He whispered.

"What did you say?" Holland asked.

"Oh." Lindsey shook his head. "Nothing, Sir."

Holland looked at Lindsey questioningly, wondering what thoughts were running through the young associate's head. "Hopefully, Angel won't be here to interrupt this plan. The files were of little use to use anymore. And the scroll had already been translated." He smiled slightly. "It would take whoever stole it several days to translate it. It shouldn't be a problem." The two continued to walk down the hallway, stopping Lindsey's office. "Have you made preparations for Friday evening?"

"Yes. Everything's all set." Lindsey started to open his door. 'That was one of the few things I could get done today.' "Everything should go off without a hitch tomorrow." 'If Angel doesn't show up.'

"Good work, Lindsey." Holland smiled his usual devilish smile. "The Senior Partners will be very pleased with your recent work. Mucana will be pleased as well."




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