Angel Season 6

Episode 1: Santana Ross

The elevator dinged as the doors slid open, and a woman stepped out. She had black hair that was in a tidy bun, and was wearing a green blouse and black pencil skirt. She marched right up to Harmony's desk and placed her purse between them.
"Hi, I have an appointment with Angel?"

Harmony looked up, in the middle of online shopping. "Oh sure, he's in his office. He said he didn't want to be bothered though."

The woman stared at her. "Oh. My. God. Harmony?"

Harmony smiled blankly. "Do I know you...?"

"We went to high school together! Sunnydale! We had Algebra together!"

Harmony nodded, pretending she recognized her. "Oh hey! It's... you! Good to see you!"

"What have you been up to lately?"

"Oh, well, I got vamped at graduation, and life's been kind of downhill since then. You?"

"Well, everything I've done since then has lead me up to this meeting with Angel, so I'll just sneak by you now! It was so good to see you again Harm!"

"You too!" Harmony called back, wracking her brain. Who was that?

After the woman passed her desk, she let a smirk slide onto her face. She hadn't been to Sunnydale, no, but she knew all about Harmony. And besides, her little distraction had worked.

The nameless woman pushed open the door to Angel's office. She was in.

He didn't look up from whatever he was doing. "Harmony, I told you not to let anyone disturb me!"

"Angel," the woman said gently. "Fred is going to die."

Angel's head shot up quickly, and he was out of his seat. "What did you just say?" He growled.

The woman extended a hand. "My name is Santana Ross. I'm here to help."

Angel didn't shake. "What did you just say about Fred?"

She sighed and brushed lint off her skirt. "You might want to sit down for this one. And probably call in the rest of the gang. They're going to want to here this."

Angel grabbed the now named Santana Ross by the throat and slammed her against the wall. "I don't think you're going to be telling me what to do around here."

As quick as he had grabbed her, Santana pulled out a stake and pressed it against his chest. "I see you're still a little bit mad about the whole puppet thing. But do not, not for even a second, think I'm bluffing. We both know I could shove this through your heart faster than you could snap my neck."

Angel let her go, and Santana slid down the wall and landed on her feet. She put the stake back into her purse. Angel retreated behind his desk. "Harmony, call everybody in please. And next time, don't let anyone in my office without an appointment!"

Santana made herself at home. "I guess I should explain myself, but then I'd just have to repeat it once everyone else got here. However, since you are the boss, maybe I should tell you first."

Angel just stared at her, his hands clasped tightly. "Maybe you should."

Santana sighed. "Yes. Well." They both waited. "I'm sorry, did you actually want to know?"

Angel just glared. Santana sighed again, whistling and glancing around the room. "Oh hey, that saber used to be in Lindsey's office."

"Lindsey?"

"Yeah, you know. Lindsey McDonald."

"You know Lindsey McDonald?"

Santana laughed. "Of course I do. Honestly, I'm a huge fan of Holland's team. Lindsey, Lilah, those two were powerhouses."