Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon. Certain parts of the dialogue were borrowed from a transcript of episode #57, "Waiting in the Wings" (3 sentences).Please read and review (no flames please).

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Wesley snorted in disgust at himself. He couldn't even concentrate on his work because he was thinking of her. He had seen everything between Fred and Gunn while they were backstage at the ballet. He had been up on the balcony, hidden from view the entire time. Wes could still picture the scene as he closed his eyes.

"All I ask for is…. one… last…."

Gunn had let the sentence trail off as he'd leaned in to kiss Fred. Unable to bear the sight of it, Wesley had dropped to his knees, his head in his hands.

"Wes? Are you all right? You look like you have a headache or something."

It was Cordelia's voice.

"I'm fine Cordy. Now what have you got for me?" Wesley asked.

"I've got a map. We pinpointed and marked all of the places where the bodies were found. It was all we could come up with," she said, raising her hands in a "hopeless" gesture.

"Thank you. It will be of some help. This particular demon usually slays his victims close to home. Apparently it prefers to stay within a certain comfort zone of only a few blocks from its place of residence," Wesley said.

"So what is that ugly slime monster thingy called again?" Cordelia asked.

"Based on the description we have I'd say it's a Gilla demon," Wesley explained.

"Pointy and slimy with lots of green, dripping goo. I still say bog monster but you're the expert," she said.

She turned and left. Wesley spread out the map and tried to begin studying it. His thoughts kept drifting back to the previous night, making it nearly impossible to concentrate. The Groosalug had shown up not long after they'd come home from the opera. Coredelia had immediatly flung herself at him and begun kissing him.

"Well, that's a surprise," Fred had remarked. "I thought for sure she was meant to be with Angel. I guess you never can predict those things, you know?"

"No. I guess you never can," Wesley had said.

His heart had shattered into a million pieces then. He had known at that moment that she was meant to be Gunn's and never his.

"Wes!"

He snapped out of his reverie with a start. Angel was standing in front of him, looking very annoyed. Wesley swallowed the lump that had risen in his throat and forced himself to be all business.

"I've been trying to get your attention for the last five seconds! Now what information have you got for me?" Angel growled.

"Sorry. I guess I just drifted off. I've figured out where the Gilla demon's place of residence is. Based on the locations of the killings it should be within two blocks of the first kill," he said.

Angel was looking even more agitated.

"It would help if we could get an actual address or a building description," he said scathingly.

Wes briefly wondered what was wrong with Angel before explaining further.

"Gilla demons aren't social creatures. They prefer to live on their own in places that are dark, damp and not very well used. They aren't very likely to be living in an apartment."

"What's the most likely place in a two block radius?"

"An abandoned wearhouse. Used to be a distillery," Wesley said.

"Good. We're going to check it out," Angel ordered.

He went to leave and then turned back again.

"If you don't mind, please try and keep your mind on the case. If you think about her all the time it'll tear you apart," he said.

"But... how did you know?"

"Cordy," Angel said. "Now let's get Gunn and get going. We don't want anyone else to turn up dead."

Wesley grabbed his jacket and followed. He vowed that when they came home he would kill Cordelia for not being able to keep her mouth shut.

The End.