Back to the Scoobies

Riley headed back to the UC Sunnydale campus. Though the Initiative Project had long since been shut down, the military maintained the frat house as an observation post, and the "students" there were always happy to put up a fraternity brother for a few days. He hoped he wouldn't get jumped just yet -- he felt naked without his body armor and other snazzy government issue gear. He was in civvies, of course -- hadn't expected to be thrown into a combat situation right away. Nevertheless, here he was.

Bait.

PsychoFaith was motivated by jealousy -- she desperately wanted what the senior Slayer had. Friends, respect, the dick of whoever Buffy was dating at the time, and even (apparently) blond hair. With Riley back in town she'd go after him, assuming he was still Buffy's beefstick. That's how she'd give herself away. "If Buffy wants to sleep with me it means she's evil," Riley thought wryly. Well, he was a married man. Not like he was hard-up. On the plus side, his wife was an agent too, so she'd understand the need for subterfuge.

In the mean time he was under observation. If things went according to plan, help would arrive before Faith could do anything too unpleasant. Hopefully he wouldn't need to keep this up long -- the witches were working on aura-reading glasses for the gang, which would make fake Buffy stand out like a Picasso painting in a photography exhibit. With a bit of luck, he wouldn't get kidnapped and **** before they succeeded.