{"id":1510,"date":"2015-06-24T15:05:31","date_gmt":"2015-06-24T14:05:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=1510"},"modified":"2015-06-24T15:54:45","modified_gmt":"2015-06-24T14:54:45","slug":"to-be-a-wife-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/06\/24\/to-be-a-wife-1\/","title":{"rendered":"To Be a Wife. 1"},"content":{"rendered":"

Title: To Be a Wife<\/b>
\nAuthor: <\/b>Cordelia’sDestiny
\nPosted: <\/b>05\/03
\n<\/a>Email<\/b><\/a>
\nRating: <\/b>PG
\nCategory: <\/b>
\nContent: <\/b>C\/A
\nSummary: <\/b>Angel and Cordelia go undercover in a new case.
\nSpoilers: <\/b>Somewhere between S1 and S2
\nDisclaimer: <\/b>The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
\nDistribution: <\/b>I don\u2019t care where, just let me know.
\nNotes: <\/b>I know the undercover thing has been done before, but I wanted to put my own spin on it.
\nThanks\/Dedication: <\/b>Thanks to RGW<\/b> for her ideas! I don’t know if this fic would’ve continued without you.
\nFeedback: <\/b>Bring it on, baby!<\/p>\n

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Part 1<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, what exactly am I doing, again?\u201d Cordelia rasped breathlessly. Angel\u2019s lips on her neck were unbelievably distracting and Cordelia abandoned any attempt to maintain coherent thought. She shuddered as his tongue grazed her, burning an invisible mark into her skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re pretending to be my wife,\u201d Angel whispered, restrained laughter in his voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d Cordy replied, her eyes sliding shut as he kissed a trail from her neck up to her earlobe. \u201cYeah. Right,\u201d she continued absently. Her hand stole up to grasp the back of his head, running her fingers over the short hairs at his nape.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust think of it as acting practice,\u201d Angel reasoned, the vibrations of his low voice sending sensations coursing through her like warm honey.<\/p>\n

His mouth left her ear but his strong arms stayed wrapped around her waist, his hard stomach against her back. Cordelia\u2019s body hummed with the desire he had so quickly kindled in her. Just minutes before they had been standing outside the club, three feet apart, friends and business associates, and now they were acting the part of passionate lovers, entranced by each other.<\/p>\n

Funny how it wasn\u2019t as difficult as Cordelia had imagined. They\u2019d taken this case thinking they could solve it without any undercover work, but all their stealthy surveillance and interviews of witnesses had only exposed more questions. The last resort had been for her to play the part of his wife, or more appropriately, be the bait.<\/p>\n

Angel Investigations had been hired by an Anogic demon, a friendly human\/demon hybrid that lived peacefully among LA\u2019s highest social circles. Their physical appearance was virtually identical to a human\u2019s, and a little make-up hid what telltale markings did exist. Their other demonic attributes\u2014the ability to see through walls and melt metal with a glance\u2014were able to be used surreptitiously if at all.<\/p>\n

The original phone call from the demon had been a test to Cordelia\u2019s newfound patience. He\u2019d been frantic on the phone, demanding to speak with \u201cMr. Angel,\u201d claiming that it was a matter of life and death. Cordelia almost hung up on him; he\u2019d been talking so fast that she couldn\u2019t understand what he was saying.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, calm down, mister,\u201d Cordelia had ordered sternly, earning another stream of frantic babbling from the other end of the phone.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, YOU listen!\u201d She had no patience for unprofessional behavior. Was it too much to ask for the man to slow down? Sheesh, like the world revolved around him, or something. Self-centered, much?<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel is not in,\u201d she stated, her statement only agitating him further. \u201cStop!\u201d She ordered. \u201ctake a deep breath, and tell me your name first.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJeremy Falkirk,\u201d he stated, obviously annoyed to be interrupted with mundane details.<\/p>\n

\u201cOooo K,\u201d Cordelia wrote his name down, her eyebrows arching at the very un-demon name.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll right. Now tell me what\u2019s wrong. Angel will help you if he can.\u201d<\/p>\n

The demon did as she asked. As Jeremy told her his story, Cordelia\u2019s eyes grew wide with disbelief. Her pencil moved rapidly over the page, the light scratching the only sound in her quiet apartment, save the tinny voice coming from her telephone. She took voluminous notes, stopping a few times to change pages. This case was unlike any they\u2019d ever had.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d she began after he\u2019d finished. \u201cI\u2019m sure that Angel Investigations would be happy to take your case. I have to run it by Angel himself, of course, but I\u2019m certain he\u2019ll want to help you.\u201d<\/p>\n

After his profuse thanks, she set the phone back into its resting place, and stood silently, trying to process what he\u2019d told her. His wife had been abducted. His very human wife. She\u2019d known what he was when she married him, but she hadn\u2019t cared, he said, because she loved him. His demon roots had never interfered in his life before, and he had no reason to think they ever would. He was wrong.<\/p>\n

Less than two days before his phone call to Cordelia, Jeremy and his wife had attended a posh dinner club in West L.A. His wife, Jessica, had excused herself to go to the ladies room, and that was the last he saw of her. Frantic, he called the police, who\u2019d coldly informed him that a missing-person\u2019s report couldn\u2019t be filed for 24 hours. The officer\u2019s voice was tinged with a sarcasm that said Jessica had left Jeremy on purpose, and Jeremy was too dumb to figure it out. Angry and upset, Jeremy returned home, pacing his floor, trying to figure out what to do. Around midnight, he received a phone call from someone claiming to have his wife.<\/p>\n

The caller was not human.<\/p>\n

Daniel, as the caller identified himself, claimed that Jeremy was just another charlatan, living as a human when he should be honoring his demonic heritage. Daniel stated that unless Jeremy agreed to work for him, his wife would be held captive indefinitely. When Daniel explained what his work would be, Jeremy\u2019s stomach lurched. There was no way he could do as they asked; he had to find another way to save his wife\u2019s life. That\u2019s when he decided to call A.I.<\/p>\n

Angel\u2019s early investigation uncovered the fact that Jeremy wasn\u2019t the only one who\u2019d been violated like this. There were seven other men who\u2019d suffered the same crime, and their wives were still missing. The common thread was that they were all living as humans, ignoring their demonic natures, and their wives had been abducted at the same club. Angel had even witnessed the tenth abduction, but he\u2019d been unable to follow them to the location where they were holding the women. The only thing he could do was inform the distraught husband of the situation and return home frustrated with the lack of success.<\/p>\n

Wesley had suggested the idea of using Cordelia as bait. After all, Angel, as a vampire, could be characterized as a demon, and that could be used to their advantage. He wasn\u2019t living completely as a human, but he was definitely turning his back on the evil that other vampires embraced. It was agreed that the men whose wives had been abducted would spread the word in their social circles about Angel\u2019s demonic characteristics and that Cordelia was his human wife. The rumors had been in place for two days, and Jeremy agreed that it was probably enough time for all of LA\u2019s upper echelon, including the brains behind these abductions, to know the minute details.<\/p>\n

Cordelia was amazed that Angel would put her in such a precarious position, but he\u2019d agreed almost before Wesley had finished suggesting it. Cordelia put up a token resistance, but the idea of going undercover was intriguing. Besides, she reasoned, Angel wouldn\u2019t let her get hurt. Would he?<\/p>\n

So here she was, locked in Angel\u2019s embrace, mixing with the elite of LA\u2019s society. Under normal circumstances, she\u2019d be giddy at the opportunity to make so many promising contacts. Now, though, the only thing she could concentrate on was how good Angel\u2019s sweet-nothings had sounded.<\/p>\n

She tried valiantly to clear the fog of passion he had induced in her brain, but her attempts were short-lived as Angel\u2019s fingers lightly stroked her stomach and drove her to distraction. His lips found her shoulder again, teeth nipping her gently, and he began to sway with the music that drifted over them from the direction of the dance floor.<\/p>\n

\u201cD-don\u2019t you think\u2014\u201c Cordelia had to clear her throat and begin again. \u201cDon\u2019t you think this is playing the part a little too well?\u201d She reasoned, trying to pull out of his embrace and put some distance between them. His arms didn\u2019t budge.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat part, honey?\u201d Angel responded. The endearment, coupled with the expression in his deep eyes, reminded her that they had an audience and she should keep her voice to a whisper when talking about their business here.<\/p>\n

\u201cUhh, nothing.\u201d She said, her smile wobbly. This time, when she grasped his hands and pulled, he released her, and she backed away. The distance restoring her equilibrium, she put their plan into action. Cordelia glanced around her at their companions. Jeremy had set them up with a few of his friends, couples he and Jessica socialized with frequently. They were oblivious to the entire situation. Jeremy had told them that Jessica had had a family emergency and was in New York.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have to visit the little girls\u2019 room, Angel.\u201d She smiled sweetly, her own gameface once again firmly in place.<\/p>\n

Angel nodded briefly, acknowledging her verbal signal. \u201cDon\u2019t be gone too long,\u201d he warned, his smile laced with the convincing hunger of a man in love with his wife. \u2018Too convincing,\u2019<\/i> Cordelia thought.<\/p>\n

As she tore her gaze from Angel\u2019s and turned to walk away, a voice to Angel\u2019s right said, \u201cThat\u2019s some woman you\u2019ve got there, Angel.\u201d<\/p>\n

The appreciation in Mark\u2019s voice was evident. Angel turned to look at Jeremy\u2019s friend, just in time to see the man\u2019s gaze sweep up and down the back of Cordelia\u2019s retreating figure, his eyes lingering in appreciation on Cordelia\u2019s butt. \u201cWhere was she when I was single?\u201d Mark added wistfully. It was well-known that his marriage was less than fulfilling. Rumor had it that he was between mistresses and in full-fledged hunt for a new one.<\/p>\n

Eyes narrowing, Angel replied, \u201cOh, we\u2019re VERY happy.\u201d His tone implied that he wouldn\u2019t tolerate any more of Mark\u2019s \u201cappreciation\u201d of Cordelia.<\/p>\n

Cordelia had gladly left Angel\u2019s side, desperately wanting to cool the heat he\u2019d created with his overacting. At least she thought it was overacting.\u2018Okay, Cordelia, get a grip. Shake it off. Be the Oscar-winning actress you are. You can do this,\u2019<\/i> Cordelia chanted to herself.<\/p>\n

She wove through the crowd, locating the hallway that led to the women\u2019s restroom. She paused briefly, looking back to see if Angel was following her as they\u2019d planned. He was no longer standing beside Mark, but she wasn\u2019t sure where he was. Scanning the room, she spied him ambling towards her from the direction of the bar.<\/p>\n

Satisfied that Angel was following her, Cordelia pushed through the door. Almost immediately after she entered the darkened hallway, a steely arm wrapped around her middle and a sweet-smelling cloth covered her mouth. Just before she succumbed to the darkness, she heard Angel\u2019s angry growl and the thud of a fist connecting with flesh.<\/p>\n

Part 2<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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