The Call of Work

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry
Chapter Summary: Buffy gets a call.
Word Count: 420
Rating: Teen

          The ringing of the phone catches Buffy off guard as she thoughtfully munches on a few of Willow’s guilt cookies; she’s still making them and they are every bit as delicious as promised.  What a weird life.  Time was I totally knew the sound of the phone; of course it’s one of my besties calling with an update and Mom you don’t understand this is Important.  Now I’ve barely heard it in months.
          She stuffs her face with another cookie and heads out to the reception desk.  For all she knows, it is one of her besties calling; Xander’s out somewhere, she’s pretty sure.  Willow might be reading in her room, or at the library again, and Giles…Giles went out to meet one of the Fae ladies again for Reasons She Does Not Want to Know.  So technically any of them could be calling.
          “Hello?” she asks when she’s picking up, and there’s a long silence.
          “Who is this?” the deep male voice asks (not Xander, definitely not Giles).
          “…Um, is this about a job?  Because I already got my hair done.”  She puts on her airhead.  Yes, Giles, she has been listening, she knows it’s not a good idea to give her real name out to any random stranger on the phone.
          “…You must be Summers.”  That makes her splutter in indignation; what the hell did Xander say about her?  “This is Gabriel, down at Gold Rush.”  If not for her enhanced Slayer hearing, she might’ve completely missed the hint of amusement in the guy’s voice.  He’s just messing with her, grr.  So it might not be Xander’s fault.  Maybe.  “Do you know where the daredevil is?”
          “He’s out, which as you probably know could mean practically anything.”  She hesitates, then suggests, “…Maybe I could help?”
          A pause, then, “Maybe you could.  I got two would-be clients down here, and looks like they could really use the help.  Someone tore the place apart looking for them.  Cops are here right now looking after them, but they keep asking for Davis, and Sullivan agreed he should be called in.”
          “Did anybody get hurt?”  Because that’s still a little at the top of her mind.
          “Lorraine’s a little scratched up, but on the other hand I wouldn’t want to be on the other end of that right hook.  I got all the glass out, but at least the alcohol’s a natural disinfectant.”
          “I’ll be there,” she promises, scrawling out a note for Xander should he get back to the hotel first.