Willow crooked a smile, leaning back in the chair as Xander helped drag in the escaped demon. "You should. We had one here before, a while ago. He didn't pose a threat."

Walsh shook her head, a smile also on her face. "You say this as if it isn't an extraordinary event."

"It isn't. I've been helping to fight demons for over three years now. Hell, Xander's dating a former demon, Buffy was dating a vampire, and we've had our fair share of weirdoes and freaks invade our lives. Harmony's one of them," Willow said, grimacing as she remembered the ruined date with Spike because of Harmony trying to get Spike back.

He finally just staked her. But Willow had left by then, not wanting to deal with that, after dealing with Oz and Veruca.

"And you're seeing the vampire named Spike, aren't you?"

Walsh's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "Uh..."

Walsh shook her head. "You don't need to explain, Rosenburg. I saw him when he was in here, so I can understand the attraction. And I've been reading your reports. Is he really as decent as you make him out to be?"

"Yeah, basically." Willow shut her eyes after glancing at her watch. It was four hours after the page, and she was starting to fall asleep. Not a thing to do in front of Maggie Walsh.

"Rosenburg? Why don't you go to the dorm and get some sleep?" She looked out at the agents. "Have Finn or Harris drive you."

"Aren't they busy?" Willow asked.

Walsh shook her head. "All that's left is the reports, and Harris could always make his later. Finn...well, I suppose he already left," she said, watching as Riley hurried towards the showers.

"It's all right. I have to go to Giles', anyway."

"How is Rupert?"

It surprised Willow that she know him, or anyone except Buffy, by their first name. "He's all right."

Walsh nodded. "If you see him, tell him I said hello, and he still owes me coffee."

"No problem," Willow said, taking her lab coat off.

[I tell you something
I am a wolf but
I like to wear sheeps clothing]

Riley let the water wash over him, very aware that he must look like an idiot, a grin on his face as he washed the dirt and slime out of his hair.

Forrest had a thing for Shirley Manson, hence he continuously played Garbage songs. "Hey, Forrest!"

"Yeah?" the man asked, two shower stalls down.

"What song is this?"

"Uh...'Temptation Waits,' I think."

[I am a vampire
I am a bonfire
I'm waiting for my moment]

Willow waited patiently outside the showers, hoping Riley would come out first, or that Xander would walk by. She had some massive need for sleep, and she just wanted to get back to the dorm quickly.

As it happened, she started to hum along with the Garbage song as Graham walked by. "Rosenburg!"

She looked up at Graham's face. "Hey."

"Who are you waiting for?" he asked.

"Riley," she replied simply. "Walsh said him or Xander is supposed to give me a ride back to the dorm.

[You come on like a drug
I just can't get enough
I'm like an addict coming at you
For a little more
And there's so much at stake
I can't afford to wait
I never needed anybody like this before]

"So...what's up with you and Buffy?" Forrest asked Riley.

"Not much. I just want to come up with something special for us to do before our birthdays. And not something that's been overdone, either."

Forrest thought for a moment. "Hmmm...Riley, you pick the strangest girls. And the hardest to plan things for."

Riley laughed. "If you have any ideas, toss them out."

[I tell you something
I am a demon
Some say my biggest weakness]

"Uh...well, if you don't mind...I mean, I smell awful and all...but I'll give you a ride to your dorm." Graham looked down at his feet, a slow blush creeping on him.

Willow looked at him, blinking once. "Why not? I mean, if you're done with everything and all."

Graham looked up and smiled, holding out his arm. "After you, milady."

Willow laughed slightly. "Riley really isn't the only gentleman on campus, is he?"

"I like to think he isn't."

[I have my reasons
Call it my defense
Be careful what you're wishing]

Riley finished his shower, pulling a towel around him and heading towards his locker. He always kept at least three changes of clothes in there, at all times: whatever it was he'd worn that day, something for if it was colder and something for if he had a date with Buffy after their patrols.

Tonight, too tired to do much else than grab the first thing nearby, he decided sleep was probably the best thing for him. Well, sleep and a late night call to Buffy.

He smiled as he realized in these short few weeks since he'd actually started dating her that it was these short little things, the small things, that made his otherwise dreary day bearable.

*She* made his day bearable. And he had to do something to show her what she meant to him.