Cordelia Chase entered the Hyperion Hotel with a determined look on her face.  She marched through the spacious lobby straight to the reception area, where Wesley Wyndam-Pryce currently stood sorting mail.  Cordelia set her purse down on the counter, and looked at Wesley.

 

    "Hello, Cordelia," the handsome, if scruffy, British man glanced up at her for a moment, before returning to the mail.  "How was your date."

 

    Cordelia rolled her eyes. "The guy was a total bore, but the couple sitting next to me was rather interesting."

 

    Wesley looked up at her again, "What do you mean?"

 

    "It turns out our favorite lawyer in all the world has a girlfriend. One that he just asked to move in with him."

 

    Wesley shook his head, and got back to his task. "Cordelia, why do you care if Lindsey McDonald is dating someone?"

 

    Cordelia crossed her arms over her chest, "Well, excuse me, Wesley. But I thought it was our job to protect innocent people from evil. And Lindsey is pretty high up on my "evil" list.

 

    "Maybe his girlfriend is too, Cordelia. She probably works for Wolfram and Hart as well."

 

    "Nope. She's a reporter," Cordelia said, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "And from what I heard of their conversation, she has no idea what Lindsey does for a living.  I heard him going on about the 'poor innocent clients' that he was bravely trying to defend in court."

 

    Wesley shot her a strange look, "Exactly how much of their conversation did you overhear? Did you spend anytime talking to your date at all?"

 

    "I told you, he was boring." Cordelia smiled, "What can I say, I'm good at eavesdropping. So, what do you think we should do?"

 

    "Well, if this woman is truly an innocent like you suspect, we might do well to warn her away from Lindsey. She could get hurt. We should discuss it with Angel."

 

    "Great idea.  He'll definitely put a stop to it.  After all, it will probably make Lindsey miserable.

 

 

 

 

*Several days later*

 

 

    Chloe hummed happily to herself as she looked around Lindsey's apartment.  *Their* apartment.  Lindsey had offered to take her furniture shopping, so that they could pick out stuff together, but Chloe had told him their was no need.  The things Lindsey already owned were quite nice.  All Chloe really needed to feel at home was to have him with her.

 

    They had unpacked most of Chloe's belongings when Lindsey had gotten a call from Lilah. He was apologetic, saying he had to go into the office. Chloe understood. Her own job was so important to her, she couldn't really begrudge Lindsey for feeling the same way about his.

 

    Chloe pulled a few picture frames from the last unpacked box. She smiled at the first photograph, one of her father and her taken at graduation.  She glanced at the next picture and gasped.  IT was of Clark and herself. Both of them were dressed in formal wear, smiling for the camera. She didn't remember packing the picture. She hadn't even looked at it in years.  It brought back too many painful memories.  She had been so in love with Clark back then. He had also been her best friend. And then she had betrayed him.

She never should have agreed to work with Lionel. But she had been so angry and hurt.  She had ended up destroying everything.

 

    Chloe put the picture back in the pox, and wiped tears from her eyes. Things were different now.  Things were better. Chloe had grown up a lot. And she now she had Lindsey.

 

   

    A noise at the door caught Chloe's attention and she turned.  A piece of paper had been slipped under the door.  Chloe walked over quickly and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway.  She looked in both directions, but didn't see anyone.  She frowned and stepped back inside.

 

    She picked up the paper.  It had the words 'Miss Sullivan' scrawled across it. She unfolded the paper and read.  It contained only a few words. "Lindsey isn't who you think.  Be careful.  Look into Wolfram and Hart." Chloe frowned again.  What the hell did that mean?

 

    She'd have to ask Lindsey about it. She crumpled the note and tossed it into the waste paper basket. She wasn't going to start doubting Lindsey because of some slip of paper.  Maybe somebody had a grudge against him or something. 

 

    Chloe headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water.  Then she paused. She walked back over to the basket and retrieved the piece of paper.  Carefully smoothing it out, she stuck it in her pocket.  She hated herself for it, but she couldn't squash her reporter's instinct.  She wouldn't tell Lindsey about it. But she would find out what was going on.