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Summary: Faith doesn’t join the Mayor.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Pairing: BuffycmdruhuraFR182445,3301317690,31629 Nov 0715 Dec 14No

Greg gets a headache

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Summary: Faith doesn’t join the Mayor.

AN: Thoughts are between slashes (//Thought.//)

“Excuse me, sir. Would you be able to help The Chosen?”

Sam Braun looked over the young man who’d approached him. He also noticed a petite, dark haired girl trying to look inconspicuous about six feet behind him.

“Let’s talk in my office,” he said. “And bring your friend.”

Xander and Buffy followed the man to his office. While they were still using glamours, they had opted to at least portray their true sex since they were wanting him to catch on that she was either a Slayer or Potential.

They entered the office and took seats in front of his desk. He closed and locked the door before taking his own seat.

“What do you want from me?” he asked.

“My name is Buffy Summers. I’m a Slayer. I was recently convicted of murder and sentenced to life in prison in California. Because of that The Council has put a hit out on me. I escaped custody to avoid being terminated by them. I am currently looking for another Slayer. Her name is Faith.”

Seeing the confused and suspicious look on Sam’s face, Xander chimed in, “Buffy drowned a couple years back but I revived her with CPR. However, she was gone long enough for a second Slayer to be Called. That Slayer only lasted about a year before she was killed and Faith got Called.”

Buffy picked her statement up again.

“Faith and I were battling some vampires when a man stepped out of the shadows, surprising me. I tossed him to Faith and she staked him. I realized he was human but was too late in calling for her to stop. She tried to hide the body but it was discovered and somehow evidence pointed to my involvement and I was arrested, tried, and convicted for First Degree Murder. Even though Faith skipped town and left me hanging, no pun intended, I didn’t implicate her in the man’s death. The Council refused to use its influence to help me by either having the charges dropped or obtaining an acquittal. The man that was killed was Assistant Mayor Finch. We believe the Mayor of Sunnydale, Richard Wilkins III, is up to something and used the incident to get Faith and myself out of the way. The Council also has a hit order on Faith as well.”

“We came to Vegas because a special locator spell, that we can use but The Council can’t, showed us that Faith is here. However, we can’t get a precise location on her. We were hoping to contact her to get her to help find out what the Mayor is up to and foil it so we can use that to convince The Council to rescind the hit orders. Also, in the event she didn’t already know about The Council’s intentions to warn her at the very least should she not want to help us. Despite our shared calling we didn’t really get as close as one might think we would. We might have been able to work through that if it weren’t for Finch’s death.”

“You want my help in finding Faith?” asked Sam.

“Yes,” replied Buffy. “However, there’s more. Somehow we’ve gotten mixed up in another murder here in Vegas. While we were out tonight looking for clues as to Faith’s whereabouts, someone was murdered in our hotel room. We have no idea who it was or if there is a connection to my being The Slayer or not. However, it means that we have to leave town and can’t stay to search for Faith. It also means that once my fingerprints are identified at the scene, The Council, as well as the authorities, are going to descend on Vegas like locusts. As I said, I didn’t implicate Faith so she won’t have to worry about the authorities looking for her, but it’s possible The Council might stumble across her as they search for me. We’re hoping you can find her and keep her safe.”

Xander spoke up, “We would also appreciate some help getting out of town. The cops have most of our possessions and we’re short of cash. I have some back up credit cards but would prefer not to use them until we’re a ways away from here.”

“How did you know to come to me?” Sam asked.

“While we were out looking for clues as to where Faith might be, we learned that you had a run in with The Council about 25 years ago that ended with you being other than the best of friends and thus might be able to help us. We figure you’d at the very least help keep Faith out of their clutches and alive, assuming you could find her,” replied Xander.

“One more thing,” said Buffy. “I sorta had to knock out some cops in order to get some of our stuff back and I’d like to know that they’re alright.”

Sam’s eyes grew dark at Buffy’s statement.

Since California hadn’t done a full genetic work up on Buffy Summers before her escape, Greg hadn’t been able to confirm the light colored hair found on the brush from the crime scene was hers or not. Of course Alexander Harris didn’t have anything in the system either so there was no proof about the owner of the dark hair either. If they were caught, then he could make a comparison and hopefully a match but that was all.

Neither Grissom nor Brass were happy that the evidence kept pointing to a ‘magical’ explanation. Despite his belief in the paranormal, Greg didn’t like it either. If only because of the dark looks he got every time the evidence pointed that way. Even when he didn’t say the ‘M’ word.

He was passing by Archie’s office when the oriental man called out to him, “Greg. Could you come take a look at this please?”

Greg considered claiming to be in a hurry but took a deep breath and said, “Sure. What’s up?”

“Brass got a bunch of video footage that shows Sato and Takei leaving the hotel and going to the buffet like they said,” he said. “He also got traffic cam shots that show them walking away from the restaurant, in the opposite direction of the hotel. I was able to follow them for a bit till they turned into an alley.”

Archie brings up the footage of them entering the alley and freezes it to show the time stamp.

“Now this is the footage from a camera on the other side of that alley,” he says as another picture comes up next to the first one. The time stamp shows the same as when they entered the alley and then proceeds onwards. However, after several minutes no one exits the alley.

“Are there any doors they could have entered?” asked Greg.

“Not according to the officers Brass sent to check it out.”

“Did they go back out the way they came in?” Greg asked, but already suspected the answer.

“Nope,” said Archie as he restarted the first picture.

The time increments and about five minutes after Sato and Takei entered the alley two unknown white men exit it and continue walking in the direction the two oriental men had been traveling before going into the alley.

“The thing is, those two men who did exit the alley aren’t seen entering it from the other side,” said Archie as he fast forwards the second picture to the point the two white men are seen. Nobody entered the alley from that side during that time frame.

Greg closes his eyes and begins massaging the bridge of his nose.

“Why are you telling me this?” he said with a bit of exasperation.

“You’re the magic expert and I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t another possible explanation before I present my findings to Grissom,” said Archie. “’Cause if there isn’t, then I want to be prepared for his reaction. Plus, I’d like to catch him without Brass around either. Neither of them is going to be happy.”

“The only explanation I can think of is the same for all the other impossible things we’re seeing that we shouldn’t be seeing,” sighed Greg. “They’re using glamours to alter how people, and cameras, see them.”

“That’s what I was afraid you were going to say,” said Archie with a sigh of his own.

//I’d use the excuse of a bad headache, which I really have, and go home sick but there are other cases I need to analyze evidence for due to the day shift dealing with the hotel murder and the assault on Catherine, Nick, and Doc Robbins,// thought Greg.

Just then Archie said, “Uh oh.”

Greg stiffened, closed his eyes and groaned, “What now?”

Archie said, “I thought I recognized the two guys that came out of the alley and went back to the footage outside the hotel just before Sato and Takei showed up. Take a look.”

Greg didn’t want to but did anyway and saw what Archie had on the screen. It showed one of the white guys approaching the rear of the crowd near the hotel entrance and a bit behind the other white guy doing the same. After a bit they both turn away and head back out of sight. Shortly thereafter, Sato and Takei make their entrance.

Going home to tend to his headache was looking more and more enticing.

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