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 5


[Thursday, November 10, 2000. Evening]


Willow sat in Cordelia's living room, impatiently flipping through the pages of the latest "Cosmopolitan". She wanted to leave so she could get the night over with. Not that she didn't enjoy going out but, that night, she wasn't up for it. "Cordy! Do you have anything to drink?" Willow shouted.

The refrigerator door opened and shut. A can of diet coke came floating into the room and was placed on the table in front of Willow. "Thanks, Dennis." Willow said, opening the can.

Cordelia entered the room dressed in her recently purchased hot pink leather pants with a zebra striped halter-top. "What do you think?" She asked, leaning against the doorway.

"They're..." Willow paused, trying to think of something nice to say. "You!" She blurted.

"Thanks! I think so too!" Cordy answered. She headed for the kitchen. "You want a soda?" She shouted.

"Got one!" Willow answered back, raising her can.

Cordy came back into the living room, carrying her own can of diet coke. She glanced at her watch impatiently. "Where's Spike? I told him to be there at 8."

A knock came to the door. "That's probably him now." Willow commented.

Cordelia headed for the door and opened it, revealing Spike dressed in his usual attire. " 'Ello love. Ready to paint the town red." Spike said, chuckling at his own joke.

"Not funny." Cordy snapped. She waved her hand in a hurried motion. "C'mon Willow. We gotta get there soon." Willow quickly gathered her things and headed out the door of the apartment.

"Aren't you going to invite me inside?" Spike asked, still standing in the door.

Cordelia started to close the door behind her and locking it. "Like bloody hell I am." She answered back, faking a bad British accent. She pushed her way past Spike and down the stairwell.

"Now THAT wasn't funny." Spike called back.

'8 o' clock.' thought Lindsey. He grabbed his navy blue sport coat and headed out the door. 'Now I can actually do something tonight.' Lindsey hurried out the door and pressed the elevator button. He tapped his foot impatiently waiting for the doors to shut.

Lilah entered Lindsey's darkened office, quickly checking out the area. She wanted to make sure that Lindsey had defiantly left for the evening. 'All clear.' She walked to Lindsey's desk and made herself in his chair. 'Hmmmm. Even his chair is more comfortable then mine.' She relaxed for a moment, losing herself in the large Italian leather recliner.

She imagined Lindsey coming into his office, and seeing her there. And then the two of them on top of his desk...

Lilah snapped back. She knew that would never happen. Lindsey hated her. He could barely talk to her without being disgusted, never mind sleep with her. She remembered what she had come there for. She opened Lindsey's drawers, quickly searching through. 'It's got to be here.' She moved onto the next drawer, quickly glancing up every few seconds. 'If Holland catches me in here, I'm dead. Literally.'

Lilah reached the last drawer of Lindsey's desk. On top, was a manilla folder. 'Yes!' She thought. She picked it up and examined it. "Winter in L.A." She closed the drawer and cleaned up, trying to make it look like it had been before. She tiptoed to the door and peeked out, making sure the coast was clear. She closed the door and headed down the hall to her office. 'If I'm not getting the promotion, neither will Lindsey.' She opened her door and snaked inside. "He going down."

"Any messages, Bernice?" Lindsey asked. He was talking to his secretary. Bernice was an unmarried, 38 year old whose favorite pastime was hitting on the attractive lawyer. It wasn't that she wasn't a nice woman or unattractive, but Lindsey wasn't interested, but he always felt sorry if he didn't flirt back, to some degree. But that day was not the day he wanted to deal with it.

"Why Mr. McDonald? Expecting a hot date tonight?" Bernice flirted, slightly giggling at her comment.

Lindsey rolled his eyes. "Yes, actually." He lied.

"Oh." Bernice answered, sounding extremely disappointed. She rummaged around her desk. "Here are your messages." She handed a small pile of pink paper, trying hard not to make eye contact.

"Thanks, Bernice." Lindsey quickly glanced through the messages, and then placed them in his pocket. "Hey, Bernice!"

"Yes, Mr. McDonald?" She answered meekly. She pretended to busy herself with organizing her paperclips.

Lindsey walked right up to the counter and leaned over. "Do you know any places where I could go and meet...I mean, take my date?"

"The HotBox!" Cordelia squealed as they drove down Rodeo Drive. The ice under the tires was a condition that she wasn't used to driving in.

"Where?" Willow asked, kind of confused about their destination.

"The HotBox. It's only the hottest club in town. All the famous people go there." Cordy answered back.

"So, why are we going there?" Spike asked from the backseat. Willow chuckled at the question.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Bean. Did you say something?" Cordelia said in her usual condescending tone.

Spike stuck his tongue out at Cordelia. "This is evening's going to be jolly good fun." He said sarcastically.

"So," Willow finally said, breaking the awkward silence. "Will there be a lot of...people there tonight?" She knew it was stupid question but she had to break the silence somehow.

"Why Willow?" Spike asked, smiling. "Are you lookin' to get lucky tonight?"

Willow grabbed her now empty can of diet coke and threw it in the back, aiming for Spike. "Shut up."

"Geez. Won't you girls lighten up a 'lil?" Spike picked up the can. "Ooo, there's some left." He placed the can to his lips and drank what was left of the coke.

"We'll lighten up when you get funny." Cordy snapped. "Oh, we're here." She quickly hit the brakes sending all of the passengers in the car to jolt. All three looked out the window. The HotBox was an old warehouse that had been converted to the #1 club in the city. It played favorite to some of the biggest stars in Hollywood. Unfortunately, many people from L.A. also wanted in to the exclusive club. The line to get inside spanned across two blocks.

"We'll never going to get in." Willow complained.

"Of course we are!" Cordy exclaimed. "I'm a regular. They love me here!"

Lindsey ran frantically around his apartment trying to decide what to wear for his evening out. "Maybe a polo shirt." He said. He frantically searched his closet. "Blue or...yellow?" He looked at both shirts. "Ick. Never mind." He ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. "Maybe a button down shirt." He headed back for the bedroom. He undressed and put a blue button down shirt. "Tie?" He asked himself, looking into the mirror. "Yeah, tie." He took out a matching blue tie and put it on and examined himself once again. "Okay, no tie." He removed the tie. "Maybe I won't wear this." He headed for his closet again.

20 minutes later, Lindsey came down to the garage of his apartment. He finally decided on an outfit. He wanted to look good for his first night in a long time. He decided on a pair of black dress pants and black t-shirt. He was still extremely nervous. He hadn't been out to a club or anything since he joined Wolfram & Hart. He was still questioning whether to go through with it.

"I'm going to do this." He said. He opened the door to his black jaguar and got inside. "I'm going to do this." He kept repeating that phrase to himself over and over again. Before he knew it, he was on the road.

"I'm doing it!" Lindsey said, triumphantly. "Now," He paused, taking a deep breath. "Onto the HotBox." He exclaimed, as the tires of his car slipped slightly on the black ice.

"What do you mean I can't get in?" Cordelia screamed at the bouncer.

"You have to wait in line, ma'am." The bouncer replied, not flinching.

"I was just here a few days ago." Cordelia continued shrieking.

"You have to wait in line, ma'am."

"Hey! I should be allowed in. I'm famous. Who do you think the new Milk girl is? Huh?" She pointed to herself. "Me!" When she finished, she folded her arms in front of her chest, waiting for the bouncer's reply.

The bouncer looked at Cordelia. "You have to wait in line, ma'am."

"What the hell? Is that all you're programmed to say?" Cordy placed herself right in the bouncer's face.

Spike grabbed Cordy's arm, pulling her back. "You have to wait in line, Cordelia." He said. Willow grabbed Cordy's arm and the two led her down the line to the end. Spike turned and waved to the bouncer. "Sorry about her." He called.

'Wow.' Lindsey thought. 'This place is pretty popular. I hope I'll be able to get in.' He thought. Lindsey pulled his car into a nearby garage and locked his car. He headed for the door, wondering if he could talk his way inside. 'I don't want to spend my entire night outside.'

Lindsey approached the bouncer standing at the doorway. "Hey there." He said, in a friendly manner.

"You have to wait in line, sir." The bouncer replied.

"Isn't there anyway I can get me in there?" Lindsey pleaded.

"You have to wait in line, sir."

'I have to get in there.' He reached for his wallet in his back pocket. He opened it up and brought out a $100 bill. He waved it under the bouncer's nose. "Can I get in now?" he asked.

The bouncer looked at Lindsey and then at the money. He took the bill and shoved the money in his pocket. "Welcome to the Hotbox, sir." The bouncer said with a smile. He lifted the rope and Lindsey entered the club, where he was greeted by a smoky atmosphere and blaring music.

Only a few feet away stood Cordelia, Spike and Willow. They had been in line for an hour and a half. Cordelia and Spike were too busy fighting with each other about who stepped on who's foot. But Willow had seen it all. 'Lindsey's here.' She thought to herself, with a smile.

Lindsey was not prepared for the place he had entered. Everything seemed different. He hadn't been out to clubs since college but this entirely new for him. But he decided to make the best of it.

Lindsey made his way through the crowd of people to the bar.

"What'll it be?" the bartender asked.

"Beer." Lindsey answered back. The bartender bent down and handed Lindsey a bottle. Lindsey looked at the bottle for moment. "Bottoms up." And he took a large swig.

"Finally!" Cordy screamed, pushing her way past the bouncer.

"Welcome to the HotBox, ma'am." The bouncer said.

"Ugg!" Cordy grunted. "I hate that guy."

Spike came up behind Willow and Cordelia put his arms around their shoulders. "Would any of you ladies like to cut a rug with me?"

"Maybe Wesley would be interested." Cordy answered.

"Well, it looks like we have a volunteer." Spike grabbed Cordy's arm and dragged her onto the crowded dance floor.

"Let go of me!" Cordy yelled, whacking Spike's arm as he pulled her to the dance floor.

Willow laughed at the sight at Spike trying a feeble attempt to dance to the music. Not to mention that it added to the comedy that Cordelia stood there, just watching Spike and making faces at his lack of rhythm.

Although the spectacle was entertaining, it wasn't worth the watch for the entire evening. She quickly scanned the club looking for a sign of Lindsey. No luck. 'I have to find him.' She headed the bar, looking over her shoulder still hoping for a glimpse of the captivating lawyer.

"What'll it be, Miss?" the bartender asked.

"Rum and coke." Willow replied, somewhat distracted. She impatiently tapped her fingernails on the bar, waiting for the drink.

On the other side of the bar, Lindsey finished up his beer. He looked around the club, searching for someone to talk to that evening. Anyone who looked like they could carry on a decent conversation.

His eyes ran down the bar. He saw the bartender hand a drink to a...red head. His breath caught in his chest as it had the first time he met her.

"Willow." He whispered. He stood up from and walked over to the stool where she sat. 'I must be dreaming.' He thought. 'It's almost too perfect that she here.'

Lindsey moved slowly towards her. He reached his hand out towards Willow. Right as he was about to place his hand on her shoulder, she turned towards him. Their eyes met, and for that moment, it was only them in the club.

A sign of terror appeared on Willow's face as she stared into Lindsey's crystal blue eyes.

"Hello Willow." Lindsey said. Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in him, but he hoped that somehow, maybe she felt the same way.

"Stay away from me!" Willow shouted. She didn't want to confront him like this. She wasn't ready. She started to turn. She had to get away.

"Please!" Lindsey reaching his hand out. Willow turned to face him. "I won't hurt you. Just please don't walk away from me."

"What do you want?" She asked. "What do you want from me?" She turned away from his gaze again, holding her head in her hands. "I didn't mean for you to get hurt."

Lindsey walked behind Willow and right in front of her. "I know. I just wanted to talk to you." He removed her hands from her face and held one in his hand. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Can't I just talk to you for awhile?"

The phone was ringing wildly in the Angel Investigations office. Angel hurried to the phone. 'Call of duty.'

"Hello, Angel Investigations."

"Hello." A female voice answered back. "Is this Angel?"

"Yes." Angel answered, puzzled. He sat in his chair and waited for a reply over the phone.

"I have some information for you."

"What kind of information?"

"Some that will help you understand what's going on to L.A., unless of course, you enjoy being a 'snow Angel'."

"Okay." Angel was getting annoyed. "Lilah, would you just cut the crap and tell me what you know. Or else I'll be over there in 5 minutes and the conversation, I can guarantee,...the conversation won't be this pleasant."

"Wha?" Lilah couldn't believe she was found out. "Umm..."

"Hurry up, Lilah."

"Umm...be at the ice cream factory at Lawson and 23rd at 8 o' clock tomorrow night. You'll understand then." Click!

Angel hung up the phone. 'Why would she want to divulge information that could hurt her own firm?' Angel started to pave around his office. Then it hit him. 'She wants Lindsey taken down. He's the only thing standing between her and becoming junior partner.' He shrugged. "Anything I can do to help." He headed down the stairs in order to prepare the attack for the next night.




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