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“Just slow down, sir. Are you sure?” she asked calmingly, even as she switched to speaker phone and waved the rest of the team over.
“Yes, I’m sure. I was out looking for her; she’s been gone for hours and I got worried when I couldn’t reach her cell phone.”
“What’s your name, sir?” asked Olivia, carefully.
“Liam O’Conner,” Angel replied, giving the name on his license. “Where is Buffy?” he asked softly.
“She’s at Mercy Hospital, in a serious condition. We have several officers there to ensure her safety,” she told him, in part to warn him in case he was really her attacker.
“If you have any more questions, you can ask me there,” Angel told her, and hung up the phone. He started to run, then. He was only about a mile from Mercy Hospital, so he decided against getting a taxi. He ran to a fire escape and jumped, quickly scaling the side of the building. He ran along the rooftops, stopping just short of the hospital and carefully lowering himself to the ground.
He ran in the doors to the ER, glancing around in panic. He rushed over to the admissions desk, startling the nurse. “My wife, she was attacked,” he told her, his eyes filled with pain.
“Mr. O’Conner?” asked a voice from behind him. Turning, he saw a man holding a detective’s badge offering him a sympathetic gaze.
“Yes,” he replied, nodding. “How is my wife?” he asked, concerned.
“I'm detective Elliot Stabler. Your wife was very badly injured. The doctors are working on her now. Do you know anyone who would want to hurt her?” he asked, and Angel looked uncertain.
“We only just arrived in town, so I don’t know of anyone here, but she has made her fair share of enemies. Actually, they’re more like inherited enemies.” He shrugged, unable to explain. He couldn’t exactly tell the detective that his wife was a vampire slayer, so he just had to do the best he could.
Elliot eyed the man in front of him. There was something off about him, something that was putting Elliot’s back up. “How long have you been married?” he asked, not allowing his feelings to show.
“A few years now,” Angel replied evasively, his eyes, scanning the room, searching for a way to reach Buffy. “Can I see my wife?” he asked, the worry on his face plain to see.
“The doctors are with her now, they’ll send someone when she’s stable. I could use some background information on your wife. What is her full name, exactly?” Elliot took the man gently by the elbow and drew him over to the molded plastic chairs set around the edge of the room.
“Buffy Anne Summers O’Connor,” replied Angel.
“Buffy isn’t short for anything?”
Angel grinned slightly and shook his head. “Other than being proof that some parents shouldn’t name their children, no,” he replied, the obviously well used joke rolling off his tongue.
“Do you have any children?” he asked, gathering background information.
“Yes, we have twins: one boy, one girl, three years old. They’re at home with a friend,” he added at Elliot’s questioning look.
"How old is your wife?" asked Elliot, surprised to hear that the girl he had seen had three-year-old children.
"She's twenty one," replied Angel shrugging slightly.
“OK. Now, this may be difficult for you to hear, but from the manner in which we found your wife, we believe she may have been sexually assaulted. It is standard procedure for us to take DNA samples from all male relatives in cases like this, so we can rule them out as suspects.” Angel nodded, but his eyes were angry, not at Elliot, it seemed, but at something else.
"Of course, I'll give you a sample," Angel told him, refusing to worry about what it might show for now.
"Where are you from, the two of you?" asked Elliot, curious.
"Sunnydale, we're from Sunnydale, California." Elliot's eyes widened with recognition.
"She was in THAT graduating class?" asked Elliot,. Everyone in America knew about the massacre that had turned the small town into a ghost town over night.
"One of the few who survived basically unharmed, or at all," agreed Angel, his expression haunted.
"I am so sorry for your loss," Elliot said, seeing the pain in the other man's eyes.
"Thank you," said Angel softly. "I should ring home, check on Willow and the kids," he added softly.
"You can use my phone, if you like," Elliot offered, holding out his cell.
"Thanks, that's very nice of you," Angel replied, taking the offered cell and punching in his home number, knowing that Elliot would use that information later, but not caring.
"O'Conner residence, Willow speaking," came a tired voice from the other end of the line.
"Willow, I found Buffy. She's in the hospital...no, don't tell the twins...how are you; do I need to call someone to help out? You sure? OK then, I'll see you later. Give the twins my love. Bye, Wills." He hung up the phone and handed it back to Elliot.
"Your nanny?" asked Elliot.
"Just a friend. She was crippled in the Sunnydale Massacre, she's in a wheelchair. She stays with us, we're family."
Elliot nodded his understanding of the situation.
Just then, a doctor wearing a white lab coat approached. "Mr O'Conner?" he asked, facing Angel.
"How's my wife?" he demanded, fear colouring his voice.
"We have stabalised her, and she doesn't seem to need surgery at the moment. I'm afraid it's pretty touch and go at this point; she may pull through, she may not." The doctor smiled gently.
"Let me see her," demanded Angel.
"Of course, follow me." The Doctor led Angel down a corridor, Elliot following behind him. "In here," the doctor opened a door and stood aside, allowing Angel to enter.
Angel rushed into the room, and came to a stop, his heart freezing in his chest. He walked more slowly up beside the bed were Buffy lay looking so tiny. He knelt next to her, taking her hand. "Muirnin, I'm here," he murmured, his accent suddenly so thick you could cut it. "No one can hurt you now. I'm here, my darling." He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, a tear running down his cheek.