A romp with drabbles

DATE: 1/23/04
SUMMARY: Answer to the drabble challenge: "gray area".  Based on the idea that Angel is tired of the term "grey area".
RATING: PG

A/N: Four for the price of one!! Try and get that deal at your local evil law firm.

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Harmony strutted into the office, a typical dumb blonde smile upon her face, and a suit from the dry cleaners in hand. “Sorry, boss.”

Angel reluctantly looked up from his paperwork. “Sorry about what, Harmony?” he asked exasperated.

“The suit. Harry said he was able to clean most of the H’Raklect demon blood, but just couldn’t get that little grey area out.”

Harmony looked on in confusion as Angel’s head fell to the desk and he muttered things under his breath.

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“Come on, Angel. Let’s get you out of this office. I think it will make you feel better.” Fred took hold of his arm and gently pulled him up from his leather chair. As Angel walked ahead of her, she gasped. “Angel! You really have been stressed.”

“What? Why do you say that?”

Fred reached up and fingered a lock of hair on the back of his head. “I didn’t know that could happen to vampires. There’s a little grey area right here.”

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Two figures walked through the halls of Wolfram and Hart. “How on earth did you catch him, Spike? There’s not a cloud in the sky. You could have been toast in a matter of seconds!”

Spike smirked. “When you’re Spike, you can do anything, mate.”

Wes narrowed his eyes. “No, really. How’d you do it?”

Just then, they entered Angel’s office to find him sitting at his desk, looking a bit worse for wear.

“I followed him in the shadows until he made the mistake of stepping out from the sunlight and into a grey area outside the bakery.”

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“Have you made any headway on finding the leader of the Yucktooie clan?” Angel’s eyes were encircled with rings of black and his hair a mess.

“Absolutely!” Fred took out a map and spread it over the desktop. “See here? I used a new technique the psychics showed me.”

Angel leaned in to show some interest despite the pain it caused his back.

“See this?” She pointed to an area over San Francisco.

“That splotch?”

“Yeah, that little grey area is where he’s hiding.”

Angel fell onto the floor.