Title: Trust 2/?
Author: Marissa
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money. It's all Joss Whedon's.

It was about a week later when Giles was going over the inventory for the new exhibit, while enduring his boss' prattling about his latest conquest, some society bird he managed to bed the other night, when he saw her again. It was actually his boss who saw her first.

"Hello… what have we here?"

Giles looked up from his clipboard and followed his boss' gaze to see Jenny. It actually took him a moment to recognize her, she was dressed so differently from when they had first met; in a flowy blouse and dark skirt, Giles found it easier to believe her claim of being twenty-four. She was picking up and examining some of the newly arrived artefacts.

"Oh, for God's sake…" he muttered, and strode towards her. "The public isn't allowed back here." He said, while prying an aged crossbow away from her.

"This is where they told me I'd find you. I have to talk to you."

Giles noticed his boss was starting to take an interest in the conversation. "Well, make it fast, unless you want me to be in trouble."

"I lost my job."

"What?"

"The studio couldn't afford me anymore."

"No, I understand that. But why are you here?"

"Because I don't know anyone else who could help me find a job."

"Have you tried looking in the want ads?"

"I can't get a job that way."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because?"

"Well… because… well, I… I don't have a work visa."

"What?" Giles could not believe that anybody would be so scatterbrained as to not get a work visa before moving to a different country. "Why not?"

"It's a long story. But I was lucky with the dance studio, and they paid me under the table. I haven't been able to find another job that pays enough where they'd do that. You have to help me, I don't know anyone else in London."

Later, Giles would insist that he would have said yes to her plea, had he been given the chance. However, it was just at that moment that his boss chose to interrupt.

"Excuse me, but I couldn't help overhearing." A look of fear passed over Jenny's face. "I think I can help you."

"You do?" Jenny asked, in shock.

"Allow me to introduce myself: Zachary Harrington, curator of this museum." He flashed a dazzling smile.

"I'm Jenny."

"Charming." He smiled. Giles was more than a little distressed to see that Jenny was smiling back. Harrington continued, "If you'd come with me I can take you to human resources now, and we'll see if we can work something out."

"Sounds great."

The two of them walked off, leaving Giles to wonder what the hell had just happened.

Giles spent the next two hours estimating how long it should have taken them to find Jenny a job, while trying not to think about what else they could be doing that was taking so long. Finally he heard the sound of their voices approaching, and he tried to look busy. "Are you sure about lunch?" Harrington was saying.

"I really can't. I have a date I don't want to miss. Maybe some other time?"

"I'll be sure to take you up on that." They stepped into the room. "How's the inventory coming?" Harrington asked.

"Fine," Giles replied, trying to keep the edge out of his voice.

"You know I'd continue to work on it, but I hadn't realized how much paper work was piling up on my desk. I really should get back to my office to work on it."

"You mean to work on your secretary," Giles said under his breath.

"Pardon me?"

"I said it's almost done anyways."

"That's excellent then! Still, feel free to call me if you need any help."

Harrington missed Giles' glare as he had turned his attention back to Jenny.

"You don't mind if I leave you where I found you?"

"Not at all."

"Until tomorrow, then." Harrington took Jenny's hand in his and kissed it. "Goodbye."

"Bye." Jenny watched him walk away.

"Slimy git," Giles muttered.

"Can you believe I got a job?" Jenny exclaimed, as she practically bounded over to where Giles was working. "I'm going to be a hostess for the VIP tours. Zack said I was just the type to make guests feel comfortable enough here so they'd want to return."

"Mm hm," Giles said as he pretended to be engrossed in his work. Jenny was silent for a bit, as if she was expecting Giles to say more. He didn't so she went on. "It's lucky for me you have such a nice boss."

Giles couldn't keep silent any longer. "You do know the only reason he gave you that job is because he wants to sleep with you."

Jenny made a noise of shock and disgust. "You're just saying that because he's charming and dashing and not all business like you. Just because he's helpful doesn't mean he has a hidden agenda. Mr. `did you check the want ads?'"

Giles' mouth hung open in disbelief. How could she say that after he had saved her life? But he managed to hold back his tirade, and replace it with, "Shouldn't you be leaving soon?"

"What? Why?"

"I wouldn't want you to be late for your date."

Jenny laughed. "That's you, silly!"

He blinked in confusion.

"I want to celebrate my new job!" Jenny explained. "Even if you do think it was given to me for underhanded reasons. You're the only person I have to celebrate with." If it was possible, her eyes grew larger as she looked at Giles pleadingly.

He was utterly flabbergasted. Not being able to think of anything else to say, he stammered out, "I-I-I, I don't get off, uh, off work for another… another hour."

She smiled sweetly, as if she found something about him endearingly amusing. "Come on, you must be bored to death around here. Can't you skip out early just this once?"

As he watched her smile, Giles felt all his annoyance and hostility rapidly melt away. "I suppose so."

"Great! Let's go!"

TBC...
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