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Author's Chapter Notes:
Disclaimer: As always I own nothing.
I just wrot it as a plot bunny that has
been waiting under the bed for a while and I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: As always I own nothing.
AU with some guest appearances.
Some names are put in for humor but are not really about the person or characters they resemble
(Will make sense once you read)
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The office was quiet in the early morning light. A phone
began to ring just as the door was being unlocked. “Bloody
‘ell, can’t they wait till we’re open.” Said the man opening
the door. He sat down his briefcase and morning paper
before answering the phone. “Urban Investigation call back
during office hours of 9 to 5” he said and hung the phone up.
“Really honey you could have been a little nicer.” Said a
woman. .

The man leered at the woman and said “Some one keep me
up all night. Not that I’m complaining Luv but I get cranky
when I don’t get my beauty sleep.” He pulled the woman
into an embrace and kissed her neck. “Will you two cut it out
this is a business and I should not have to see your PDA here.”
Said a young woman who walked in the door and headed
to her own desk. The phone rang again. “Bloody ‘ell” the
man shouted but this time the younger woman answered it,
“Hello Urban Investigations, yes…. Yes……sorry but we don’t
open till…..yes I understand……I do apologize can you come
by around 10 and we can…..yes….okay ….see you then.” .

“Well who was it that was so bloody impatient.” The man
growled as the woman in his arms tried to calm him down.
“He didn’t say” the young woman said as she turned on her
computer and began typing before continuing, “he
sounded British and ….yep just as I thought he’s from the
Council. I guess they still think they have the right to tell us
what to do Sis. Boy is this kid in for a surprise. You would think
after dieing three times for those losers and kicking their elite
squad’s assets they would know better.” She finished with a
snort. “Well they tend to forget things that inconvenience
them after a century or two.” The older woman responded.
They all took their seats and began their daily paperwork,
reports on the last case, notes on current cases, research,
bills, etc..

About 9:30 the door opened. A middle-aged man of
medium build entered. He had brown hair and eyes very
general description. The only thing that stood out was that he
was wearing tweed. Walter Wordsworth looked around the
offices he had just entered. It was small but well kept with
nice furnishings and some rather nice art work by artist he did
not recognize. .

A young brunette set behind the reception desk and two
blondes at the other desk.. The women looked up at him as
he entered and the man was busing himself with paperwork.
“Welcome to Urban Investigations can I help you?” the
young woman asked in a polite but detached manner like
she would rather do anything but help him. “Yes my name is
Walter Wordsworth. I’m looking for Ms Dawn Summers and
Ms. Buffy Summers.” Walter answered the woman. His voice
was condescending like the rest of the Council as if he was
being polite to a mere servant who should not even bother
speaking to him. .

“So you want to hire us to find these women?” Dawn asked
acting for the entire world like she did not know who he was
referring to. The blonde man shuffled some papers to hide his
laugh at the man’s enraged look. Walter was shocked. No
one had ever spoken to him like that before, but he would
not be dissuaded. “I was told they could be found here. They
work for Urban Investigations. My organization has confirmed
they are here.” Water sputtered. .

The blonde man walked forward menacingly and asked,
“What does you “organization” want with these girls”. Walter
gulped, “We have a situation that requires their assistance in
London. I was instructed to come here find them and bring
them back.” He said his voice no more than a shaky whisper.
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The blonde woman stepped forward and put a hand on the
man’s arm. They looking into each other’s eyes and seemed
to have a silent conversation before she turned back to
Walter, “Mr. Wordsworth. The Summers woman died a long
time ago. If you tell us the situation maybe we can help. It is
what we do, but know one thing. My family does not belong
to or owe your “Organization” anything so IF we decide to
go to London and help you we will not be under your control
or orders. We will handle the situation the way we need to so
the job gets done and my family gets home. We also get
paid for our services so this will not be pro bono either. Now
sit down and tell me what the problem is, “ She said with a
note of finality. .

Walter was a bit shocked when his mind registered that this
tiny woman was the scariest thing he ever saw and for
someone whom studies demonology and trains to help take
demons out that is saying something. They sat down as
Walter began to tell them what was going on, “Ms…I’m sorry
I don’t know your names.” The woman smiled and
introduced her family to the man.
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More to come..................What do you think? Feedback
always nice. Just don't blast anything until you know why I did
it or ask why there is always a method to my madness..........
I just misplace it sometimes.





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