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Summary: It's hard to be calm when you don't know what's happening to your friends. Written for Fic A Day.

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Television > Law and Order: UKgrundyFR131428051,09911 Aug 1111 Aug 11Yes
Disclaimer: Buffy belongs to Joss. Law & Order belongs to Dick Wolf. I just like to play in their sandboxes now and then.

“Problem, Buffy?”

She turned to face him, eyes blazing.

“Problem? How can you even ask that right now, Giles? Have you turned on the news at all today?”

Giles sighed. The entire resident population of Council headquarters had been agitated all day due to the unrest in London. Many of the Watchers had lived in London at some point, and were understandably upset. They were also having to set aside their personal feelings and remind Slayers in training that the human world had its own rules and its own way to deal with problems. He hadn’t expected his Slayer to be as riled as the youngsters, though.

“Buffy, you are aware at this distance from London we’re quite safe. Xander assures me he and Dawn are safely at a hotel in Westminster for the night and will get a train out immediately after breakfast tomorrow. I’m afraid there’s nothing else we can do. It’s not a Council problem.”

“I know that, Giles. Xander and Dawn are not who I’m worried about!”

“Ah,” Giles replied, reaching for his glasses. “Would this have anything to do with that young detective sergeant Dawn informs me is rather attractive and a world of improvement on your previous dating history?”

Buffy blushed briefly before nodding.

“Matt hasn’t answered his phone all day, Giles! The police have been under attack all over the city! He could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere!”

“Buffy, the names of several areas of East London aside, you’ll find there aren’t many ditches left in the city for anyone to be lying dead in. I’m sure DS Devlin is fine. Besides, he’s a detective, not riot control. He’d hardly be on the front lines.”

“Giles, that doesn’t mean anything! You don’t know how he is- if it’s all hands on deck, he’ll be there, probably right in the middle of it! Even if he's not, police stations have been attacked!”

“Have you tried phoning his partner? Or his supervisor? One of them would surely be able to tell you if he was injured.”

“Of course I did! But DS Brooks isn't answering either, Giles, and I think their boss is on vacation. Whoever’s filling in doesn’t know me and said he has more important things to do than reassure hysterical girlfriends.”

“Hysterical?” Giles asked, in a tone that anyone who knew him would back away slowly from.

“That’s what he said,” Buffy confirmed, sounding as aggravated now as she probably had been at the time.

Giles counted five in his head before replying.

“Hand me the phone, please.”

The End

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