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Ch. 21 – Lost in You

So, dress?

Check.

Heels?

Check.

Paralyzing fear?

Check.
( Ch.21 - Lost in You )

Ch. 20 – Hymn for the Dead

A finger hooks around my collar and I give it a slight tug. I crane my neck and try to loosen the tie cinched around my neck as Deb has my right hand in an iron grip. The Sergeant at the podium is also in a similar getup, his dress blues clean and pressed with a black band around the shield at his chest. All of us, Debra, me, Cupcake, hell even Elliot and Olivia are here at Dexter’s funeral dressed in N.Y.P.D. blues while Alex and Red are dressed in simple black dress suits.

The weather here is muggy and the cloud cover provides little relief. It’s gonna rain soon that much is obvious. Three days ago we were tear gassing the place that held Deb, her brother and a slayer hostage. Today, we’re burying my uh…I scratch my neck and try to figure out what exactly Debra is to me.
( Ch.20 – Hymn for the Dead )

Ch. 19 – …You Better Not Fear How You Die

My arms fold across my chest and I listen to Buffy go over the information we got from the taps on the building. Olivia looks at me and I give her a tight-lipped smile. My partner’s looking a little better this morning which is a good thing. I think I worry about her just as much as I do my kids.

“Dawn’s teams of slayers have started to gather and put together an offensive attack. I’ll know more tomorrow,” Buffy stands center in the small interrogation room. The usual people are here, but the room was preferable to being out on the floor talking about vampires.
( Ch.19 - …You Better Not Fear How You Die )

Ch. 18 – If You Wanna Live…

I watch Buffy from the corner of my eye drink her second cup of coffee this morning. Granted she’s only slept two hours, maybe, but with everything, and I’m really thinking about the everything being Angel, I can’t help but worry.

“You know I found this really nice dress last night with Angel,” I hear her say, but the words don’t really register, “It was hot pink and just barely covered my ass…Willow!”

My head snaps in her direction and I shake my head. “Huh?”
( Ch.18 – If You Wanna Live… )

Ch. 17 – No War Without Warriors

I flick the windshield wipers on as the storm that’s been threatening to break finally manages to spit out some water. A quick check of the dashboard clock and at ten at night, I’m thinking of telling Elliot that we should probably finish this up soon. Truth, today ain’t been all bad. We got some more info back on the vamp, Lilah, that’s proved a little bit useful.

We know what kinda places she likes to live in and the group’s busted up. Today I got Elliot while Cupcake and Olivia went to shake down a couple more places. Red’s been stuck at the morgue for the past twelve hours and Alex and Debra started going through the stuff Deb’s boss sent up from Miami.
( Ch.17 – No War Without Warriors )

Ch. 16 – Modern Rome Burning

The smell of Incense calms me and as the priest says, “Please stand.” I cast a discrete look to my left and watch as Liv rises with the rest of the congregation. The fact that she asked to come to Sunday mass with me and my family was enough to check for the signs of the Apocalypse. When she showed and Kathy opened the door, I coulda sworn there was going to be a rain of toads on the way over.

There wasn’t and she’s sat going through the motions with us this morning.

I turn my attention back to the priest as he says, “The Lord be with you.”

We respond en masse, “And also with you.”
( Ch.16 – Modern Rome Burning )

Ch.15 – Bring Out Your Dead

The lobby’s quiet when I step through the doors to my apartment complex. I look down at my watch and see the brownish goop smeared over the face. Great. Sighing, I step in front of the elevators and wipe my watch on my pants. I look back down to read the display, five-forty-six am. Well, who needs sleep anyhow?

The bright side in Buffy’s screwed up world is that no one is around to see me covered in dirt and demon goo. The dry cleaning bill on this outfit’s gonna give Will kittens. I turn my attention back to the elevator doors as they slide open and I step through, deliberate for a second and then hit the button to take me to the top floor.
( Ch.15 – Bring Out Your Dead )

Ch. 14 – Something in the World Today

I slurp up the last of my lo mien and watch my lunch buddy daintily eat her fried rice. It’s amazing how a few weeks not working eighty hours a week will really improve your disposition.

“Do you have anything else?” Alex asks me. “I also can’t believe Melinda just passed the case to you like she did. That says a lot Willow.”

Shaking my head, I sign the final findings on one of Alex’s cases and hand the report over to her. “She’s a pretty neat woman. I’m not sure how I’m going to do on the stand though,” I admit blushing.

( Ch. 14 – Something in the World Today )

Ch. 13 – Watch Your Back

Standing as unobtrusively as possible next to the door, I try to wipe the smirk off my stubbly mug. The poor doctors have no idea how Deb is healing as quick is she is. Which is good for us but confusing as hell for them. I think they can take a bit of mystery though, God knows I’ve had enough of it in my life.

“Jimmy,” Debra calls out, “Can you grab the duffel bag in the closet?”

I nod and move towards the closet, nearly getting run over by a nurse with a tray in his hand in the process. I catch him by his arm and he smiles at me, sorta embarrassed. Moving to the side, he goes around me while I continue with my task.

( Ch. 13 – Watch Your Back )