(A/N: And this is ABSOLUTELY a kinda sorta reference to Eliza Dushku in TBBT hehehe)
"Well I would say come over to our amazing office if Mr. Appear-Behind-Me hadn't just scared the living daylights out of me and made me spill the coffee all over the floor!" Cordelia cried over the phone the next morning.
I had to stifle laughter at her comment.
Marian wanted to come and properly lock the store up just in case as she had all of the keys, so I would need to find a new place to help Angel Investigations with the case.
"I don't mind," I told her, still trying to hold back the giggles.
"Ugh. The address is on the card," she told me.
"Okay. Thanks. I'll be round later," I replied with a grin.
"And I'll be scrubbing the floor," Cordelia complained sourly before disconnecting the line.
Grinning to myself, I stood, leaving my small apartment to head towards the office address.
It wasn't far from my house either, not that it mattered as the sun was still as warm on my back as it had been during summer, despite the fact that it was now September.
So much for fall, I thought, although I never really like the cold weather anyway.
A sudden hand fell on my shoulder and I whipped around to face it.
I had just turned down an alleyway to take a short cut; have to admit, that probably wasn't my best idea of the decade.
"Hey!" we exclaimed as one.
"Sorry?" I prompted, as a man stared back at me.
"I, uh, I thought you were someone else," he muttered.
"Right. In an alleyway?"
"Uh...yeah?"
Rolling my eyes, I slid my ID from my pocket.
Who would have thought I'd be needing it so much recently?
"Lily Carpenter. LA security. Let's start with your name," I spoke sternly.
I kinda felt like an FBI agent on some low budget detective show.
The guy looked up at me, dropping his lowkey persona and laughed.
"Andrew?" he replied, as if he were unsure.
"Andrew who?"
"What is this a knock-knock joke? Andrew MacLeod," he said, still laughing.
I didn't know what to say next.
"Right. And...um...what were you doing in an alleyway?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
"What were you doing in an alleyway?" Andrew shot back.
"I'm a security guard. Its my job," I lied.
He stared back at me for a moment before shrugging.
"I was taking a short cut. Can I go now? Or do you have to interrogate me some more?" he spoke, clearly taking nothing seriously.
"One more thing. What do you do for a living?" I asked smugly.
He looked me up and down before laughing, and fishing into his pocket for something...that was an ID.
"Andrew Macleod. Chief of police,"
I felt the colour drain from my face as I awkwardly looked down at the ground.
"Sorry. Uh, sir. Sorry Sir," I stammered before rushing away, blushing a furious red.
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