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 4


[Thursday, November 9]


"Any luck?" Angel asked. It was the next morning and Willow had been up all night trying to translate the scroll.

"Actually, with the help I've gotten from Wesley, it's amazing how much no sleep and coffee can work in translating a scroll." Willow answered back, with a groggy, half-awake smile.

Angel looked quizzically at his friend. "But Wesley's-"

"Right here, as a matter of fact." Wesley entered, fully recovered, carrying one of the many books for translating purposes.

Angel did a few double takes, staring in amazement at Wesley's healed conditions and then turning his attention back to Willow. "Wha-? Who? How?!"

Willow smiled back at Angel. "Never underestimate the power of ginger roots and Shesmi powder." And quickly turned to Wesley, leaving the dumbfounded Angel still standing in the doorway. "Did you find the book?"

"Yes, the word is not 'logahche'. It's 'laganche', which means to come forth'." Wesley pointed to the word on the page.

"No wonder it didn't make any sense. That word changes the entire meaning of the sentence." Willow commented, locating the word on the scroll.

"So what do you guys have so far?" Angel asked, approaching the scroll and looking over it.

"Ah, we actually figured out a lot." Wesley took a sip of his coffee and returned to the desk with Angel, with Willow next to him. "This scroll is the 'Scroll of the Guilds'. It says that when the earth becomes overcome with one of the following elements that a chief demon will come forth, and with guidance, will bring forth the rest of guild."

"What are the elements?" Angel asked.

"Fire, wind, earth, and...ice. Willow chimed in.

Angel was deep in thought. He walked over to the window, where once again, a raging blizzard took place outside.

"What do we do now?" Wesley asked.

"We might just have to wait and see what Wolfram & Hart has planned next, because I'm not sure." Angel answered

Holland strolled down the Wolfram & Hart corridor, with his usual smug look on his face, smiling and greeting many of his employees. He stopped at Lindsey's office, knocking a few times before letting himself inside.

Lindsey sat at his desk, with his chair facing the window. He sat there and stared at the bustling city of L.A., still continuing it's daily routine despite the apparent snowstorm raging. 'Funny.' Lindsey thought. He heard the door open and shut. "Hello, Holland." He said, without even turning around.

"Good morning, Lindsey. Did you have a better morning today?" Holland asked, once again, plastering on the fake sincerity.

"Yes, sir. I did." Lindsey answered, turning his chair towards Holland. "How may I help you this morning sir?" He asked, with the same amount of "sincerity" Holland had used.

"I just wanted to make sure that we will not have any interruptions on Friday. Just making sure that all of the final arrangements have been made."

"Yes, sir. Everything will go smoothly Friday. I even ordered extra security after our discussion last night."

"Very good." Holland walked over to Lindsey's bar. He helped himself to a scotch. "Never to early for one of these." He commented, raising his glass and then sipping. "Now, Lindsey. Due to the massive importance of this project, the Senior Partners have been paying very close attention." Holland took another sip of his drink. "They want everything to go well, and if you pull off this one off, it wouldn't surprise me if you were up for another promotion."

Lindsey smiled at the thought of another promotion. He also smiled at the thought of Lilah hearing that he got another promotion over her.

Holland broke Lindsey's concentration. "Well, I have to be leaving. I'll be late for my ten o' clock." He placed his half-empty glass on Lindsey's desk, and headed for the door. "Another thing, Lindsey." Holland called before leaving.

Lindsey looked at him, his dark eyes staring his employer. "If you mess this up, I would start watching your back around here." Holland snaked out the door leaving Lindsey in his chair. He didn't flinch. He didn't even blink at Holland's last comment. Death and murder was something that he was faced with everyday at Wolfram & Hart. A death threat was nothing new.

Lindsey stared out the window. 'What am I doing with my life?' he asked himself. 'All I do is work. I never go out.' A thought flashed into his mind. He turned to his desk and checked his appointment book. 'Nothing! Good. Maybe tonight I can go out. Get my mind off work.' He shut his book. 'And a certain redhead.'

Cordelia entered the, as usual, dark Angel Investigations office. She spied Willow staring out the window at the snowstorm. "I don't know what it is." Willow said, without turning around. "This is the first time I've ever seen snow. It's so pretty."

Cordelia walked over to window with Willow. "It is really pretty." Her eyes darted around the office. "Where's Angel, Spike, and Wesley?"

Willow didn't move. She just kept staring. "Spike's still sleeping and Angel and Wesley went to a rare book shop."

"That's so awesome what you did for Wesley. It's better then him playing 'Dances With Vampires' in the office." Cordelia opened the small fridge, rummaging for something to eat. "Although I will miss him making an idiot out of Spike." She started searching frantically. "Dammit! Who ate my vanilla yogurt?"

"Oh." Willow broke from her trance. "Sorry, I got kind of hungry during the night, so I ate it." She plopped herself into the chair, somewhat pouting.

"It's ok." Cordelia closed the door. "Ooooo. Donuts." She spotted the Boston creme on the top. Cordelia started munching, but she didn't get far into her donut before she saw Willow's sad disposition. She turned Willow's chair towards her. "Okay, sister." She took a rather large bite of her donut. "Who the hell are you? And what have you done with Willow?"

"What do you mean?" Willow asked, shocked at the comment.

"You've been going around her going all sad and mopey since you got here. What's the matter?" Willow bit her bottom lip. "I'm still waiting for an explanation."

Willow sighed. She had been found out, so she had to spill. "Has there ever been a person that you were so crazy about that you can't stop thinking about them?"

"Oh god yes. There was this male model that I met during a photo shoot and he so gorgeous. We went out once and he turned out to be as dumb as a board." Cordelia finished her last bit of donut. "Is there anything on my face?"

Willow shook her head. "But I never, really...met him before." Cordelia looked puzzled. "I've just seen him once, and I didn't really talk to him."

"Where did you meet this guy?" Cordelia asked, now getting a cup of coffee to wash down the donut.

"Um...um...when...we went out the other day. When you went to try on something. Yeah, that when I saw him." Willow shook her head frantically, so Cordelia hopefully wouldn't pick up that she was lying.

"Well, we have to remedy this." Cordelia sat on the edge of the desk. "Hmmmm." She sipped her coffee. Willow stared down, pretending to be too preoccupied playing with her fingers.

"I GOT IT!" Cordelia shouted, causing Willow to jump out of her seat. "We need to have a night on the town. You've been her almost a week and all you've done is work." She headed for the door to head downstairs. "We can get Spike to come too." She poked down the stairs. "SPIKE!!!! GET UP!" She turned back to the office. "Whoever this guy is, after tonight, he'll just be a distant memory."




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