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Summary: Buffy's search for Angel after 'Not Fade Away'. A chance meeting may lead her to exactly what she's been searching for.

May contain spoilers from the Buffy, Season 8 comic

This is my first attempt at fanfic, so please read and review.

Los Angeles 2007

Chapter 1

He hated LA and everything that it stood for. If it wasn't for his job dealing with the unseemly likes of the underworld, he'd probably never come here at all, but it was his job. He defended the innocent and corrected whatever injustice he could. He was a man on a mission, actually more like the case of the boring science convention and his partner was waiting for him in the lobby of their hotel. He couldn't deny he liked the hotel though, the Hyperion.

Agent Seeley Booth was so lost in his thoughts about hating LA and science, that he didn't even notice the blonde walking out of the room to his left as she bumped right into him.

"Excuse me, I didn't mean to plow you down" the petite blonde said without looking up from a file that she was reading. It appeared that she was immersed in work and was late. She was juggling the file in one hand along with a cell phone and in the other hand she held a cup of coffee and her hotel keycard.

"It's quite all right, I understand what it's like to work and run. Agent Seeley Booth, nice to meet you Miss…" he replied.

At the sound of his voice the blonde suddenly looked up, dropping the file she had been reading along with her coffee, phone and keys. When she looked up she held the shimmer of tears in her eyes.

"Angel?" She said with a puzzled look on her face.

"No, Agent…Booth, are you ok?"

She knew it was him, she felt it to the core of her very soul, but he didn't know. The man that stood in front of her was her Angel, yet he called himself Agent Booth. He didn't know who he was and she didn't know how he was here, after all this time.

It took Buffy a moment to regain her composure. "My bad" she said, "you look a lot like a guy I used to know. So much in fact, it's kinda creepy. Buffy Summers" and she extended her hand to him with a shaky smile.

"Well, it's very nice to be run over by you, Miss Summers."

As he took her hand he got the weird feeling that he knew her. But that was impossible because he'd surely remember meeting this girl. She was the kind of girl that stood out from the crowd. Not because she was eccentric or anything, just quite pretty and she had eyes that were like emeralds. She had an energy that seemed to flow from her, she was definitely not the type of girl you could forget.

"I hate to even ask this, but are you sure I don't know you from somewhere? Because your face seems so familiar, but I just can't place it."

"Pretty sure, unless it was some drunken one night stand I don't remember either, we don't know each other." Buffy lied as she began to pick up her file and belongings.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Buffy. Can I offer you an elevator ride to the lobby? Booth asked.

"No, actually, I need to go back to my room for something. Maybe we'll run into each other again though."

"Maybe, but I'm only in town till this convention is over, then it's back to DC for me. Tell you what, let's make it a point to 'run into' each other again, this evening, for drinks?" Booth asked.

Before she could stop herself, Buffy accepted, agreed to meet him at the Hyperion's bar and watched as "Booth" got onto the elevator. She then turned and opened the door to her room. Angel was here, after 3 years of looking for him, he was here, and he was human. She had to call Willow.