Visions of You
Washington D.C., Seeley Booth’s Apartment, Several Hours Later
Seeley crawled out of bed, showered and dressed before heading to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Taking the cup with him, he went into the living room and turned the TV on. He looked puzzled at the screen when he heard the sounds of fake moaning. Somehow it was left on a porn channel. Not that he ever ordered the porn channels. He didn’t have a need for it with as much sex as he’d been getting lately.
Seeley shrugged thinking it was a fluke and turned the channel to . . . another porn channel. Sighing tiredly, he flipped the channel again . . . to another porn channel. He quickly surfed through another five channels of porn. Erotic movies, heterosexual, girl on girl, guy on guy, a fetish channel, playboy . . . Oh, hey . . . there was a cute blonde girl with an awesome body on that channel. Then there was a Spanish-dubbed Playboy channel. Seeley shook his head. There was only one person he knew that would rack up his cable bill with porn.
“Damn you, Spike!” Seeley cursed with a trace of humor in his voice.
There was a knock at the door. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was 8 a.m. Who would be up this early? He gave up on the porn-saturated TV and turned it off. He’d have to cancel the channels and reprogram his remote again. Tossing the remote on the couch, he went to answer the door. There was a delivery man on the other side.
“Early delivery for Seeley Booth,” the delivery man said.
“You’re kidding right? What company delivers this early?” Seeley asked suspiciously.
The delivery man shrugged. “Don’t know what to tell you, man. I just follow orders. My orders were to deliver this before 9 a.m.” He handed over an automated clipboard. “Sign here please?”
Seeley used the magic pen to sign the etch-a-sketch-type screen and handed it back.
“Here you go,” the delivery man said. Seeley opened the door wider to see a long, oversized box with the picture of an antique French reproduction coffee table. The delivery man helped him get it into the apartment and then left. Seeley looked over the paperwork that came with the box.
Live in Luxury
ANGEL INVESTIGATIONS, REDUX
1900 E DESERT INN RD
LAS VEGAS, NV 89169
TO: SEELEY BOOTH
1228 MISSOURI AVE. APT. 3C
WASHINGTON, DC 20008
Your order of: May 5, 2005
In this shipment:
Verona Md. Coffee Table Price: $505.75 Was: $722.50
This was a gift.
Seeley stared at the invoice in shock. Angel had replaced his coffee table. He wondered why it had taken so long for the vampires to get to the airport. It was because Angel had gone to a furniture store to buy the coffee table and have it delivered. How was he going to repay Angel for this?
Aboard an Airplane nearing McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas, 4 a.m.
The three vampires sat in the center aisle of the plane. Angel was reading a book. Drusilla was taking care of Miss Edith and Spike was bored out of his mind. They were too close to home to take up drinking now. He should have started drinking when they flew over the Illinois/Missouri
border. Spike looked around for something to catch his attention when his eyesight landed on Angel’s pants, or more to the point, the tent in his pants.
“Feel like joining the Mile High Club, Angel?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Not particularly,” Angel replied without looking up. “This isn’t like the private jet we had at Wolfram & Hart.”
“Bloody right it isn’t. There was decent alcohol on that plane,” Spike scoffed to himself.
Angel looked up to glare at Spike and saw Drusilla playing with a set of handcuffs while trying to hold Miss Edith at the same time. He didn’t remember giving her a set of handcuffs.
Angel leaned closer to her. “Where did you get those, Dru?”
Drusilla gave him a secretive little-girl smile. “They belong to Seeley-Daddy.”
Frowning, Spike stopped fidgeting and said gently, “You have to give them back, luv. He needs them for his work.”
“I know,” she replied. “I’ll give them to him when the swallows return.”
“I think he’ll need them sooner than that,” Angel commented as he went back to reading his book.
Spike went back to bouncing in his seat as he stared at the tent in his Sire's crotch. “You really should take care of that before it escapes and hurts somebody, mate,” he snarked and began to laugh.
“I will when we land. Now shut up before I stick you in the cargo hold,” Angel grumbled.
“Like to see you try!” Spike scoffed.
“Fine, then you can ride on the wing. How’d that be?” Angel suggested sardonically.
“I think the passengers would find that strange, wouldn’t you?” Spike shot back.
Angel ignored the blonde menace and prayed for the flight to land as soon as possible before he throttled his childe. Just then, the ‘FASTEN YOUR SEATBELT’ light dinged on.
“This is your captain speaking. Please return to your seats and buckle up. Flight 242 is about to land at McCarran International Airport. Don’t gamble too hard at the airport casino and I hope you had a pleasant flight,” the Captain’s automated voice said.
Seeming to do as requested, Angel accidentally dropped his cocktail napkin that came with a drink he had earlier, somewhere over Indiana.
“Dru, honey, can you get that?” he asked. When she bent over to retrieve the wayward napkin, Angel casually looked around, seeing that everyone was busy getting ready for the landing. Mere seconds before Drusilla sat up; his hand shot out and smacked Spike on the back of the head so fast that the blonde vampire’s jerked forward into the seat in front of him.
Drusilla sat up and handed Angel the napkin while he appeared to be closing his book and stuffing it in the wide inside pocket of his duster.
“Thank you sweetheart,” Angel smiled all-too-innocently as he took the scrap from her.
“What the bleedin’ hell was that for, ponce?” Spike growled as he rubbed the pain away while glaring at his Sire.
“Just wait until we get home. I may get my wish after all: you and Dru at my mercy. It’ll be like celebrating my death day all over again,” Angel said with a wistful smile.
Spike glared at him. “That is just wrong, how happy you are about that. Did fucking Booth suck the soul out of you?”
The smirk that formed on Angel’s face was just this side of the crazy!Angelus Spike remembered in Sunnydale. He immediately sobered up and sat back in his seat, uncharacteristically silent while waiting for the plane to land.