Title: The Rosebud Murders 38/45
Rating: M for Mature language and m/m sex
Also warning for violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters
or products named in this story
Spike is a Homicide detective trying
to stop a serial killer before he strikes
again. Xander is a psychic who offers
to help him.
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Faith made a small strangled sound in the back of her throat before
lurching forward and grabbing Kennedy's hand jerking her painfully,
almost off her feet.
Kennedy did her best to keep hold of the sack of booty she had
pirated from her closet and drawers and still maintain her balance
as her girlfriend dragged her out of the floral patterned bedroom.
"Jesus Christ, Faith. What the fuck is your problem? I told you
I was done. I told you I was ready to go, just quit pullin;"
Faith's iron grip on her girlfriend's hand never loosened as she
rushed down the stairs and back into the dark living room, the
small flashlight still lay forgotten on the closet floor.
"Shut up! Leave the goddamn bag and let's just get the fuck out
Kennedy did her best to keep up. She wasn't sure what had
happened but she could feel the fear rolling off Faith's back
as she barreled ahead. In all the time they had been together
Kennedy couldn't remember Faith ever being afraid.
Faith stumbled, stubbing her toe into a coffee table in the dark
and released Kennedy's hand. Kennedy dropped her bag and
quickly pulled a shaking Faith into her arms.
"Please. Please. What is it? What's wrong?"
The solid feel of Kennedy's body and Faith's driving love and
need to keep her safe went a long way to bringing Faith to her
senses. Pulling back she cupped her lover's face in her hands
and Faith focused on the beauty she could see shining through
All the things Spike and Xander had told her about the killer screamed
their truth. It all made so much sense. It also proved how wrong they
had been to keep the secret of the rose.
"Listen to me Ken, I know this is going to seem crazy and I don't expect
you to understand, but please believe me, I think Elvin is the murderer
we have been hunting."
Faith waited patiently. She waited for the confusion and the denial.
She waited for all the questions and the demands for explanations.
Faith could just imagine what Kennedy must be thinking. After all
she had been married to this man for years. She knew him better
than any one else.
In a flash Kennedy grabbed the sack of belongings in one hand and
Faith's arm in the other. She expertly steered them through the dark
maze of house into the kitchen and the back door.
"Grab the fuckin' box of Granny's china and let's get the fuck
outta here before he gets back."
Kennedy's brain spun. The facts and figures fell into place and everything
added up nicely. She certainly believed he was capable of murder. She had
seen it burn in his eyes. She had lived through his jealous rages and ridden
the roller coaster of his emotions. To be honest she had often thought the
odds were good that she would die at his hands.
Faith's love had been her salvation. Her proof that life could still be
worth living. Kennedy firmly believed that the only reason she had
been able to leave Elvin and continue breathing was because of Faith.
Kennedy didn't know what evidence Faith had that pointed to Elvin but
Elvin himself was proof enough.
The two women jerked the back door open. Faith scooped up the
card board box of china and quickly followed Kennedy back to the car
they had parked out front. Popping open the hatch back, everything
was unceremoniously shoved in and the lid slammed shut.
Dashing around like a Chinese fire drill, the two jumped in the car
and squealed the tires as they drove off. It took at least two miles before
either released the breath they held in their lungs.
"So what do we do? Where are we going? Christ, Faith, are you sure?"
Faith gripped the steering wheel till her fingers cramped.
She wasn't sure how to go about explaining but knew she was right.
"It's a combination of everything. All the pieces fit perfectly and I know
it's him. Right now we're going to the station house. Spike has something
in his safe that I need you to see. Then we're going to call him at home
and get his ass out of bed so we can all sit down and talk."
Kennedy wrinkled her nose at the thought.
"Aren't you afraid you'll interrupt him in the middle of something?
He may have company. One of those brainless bimbos I hear
he has warming his sheets."
Faith barked out a stress relieving laugh and shook her head.
"I don't think we need to worry about that."
The Chief Inspector leaped to his feet and spun around, still blinking
and squinting in the sudden blinding light. A look of guilt colored
his cheeks as he fumbled for an explanation.
"Oh, ah, Detective Pratt. I was looking for you."
Calmly. Spike circled his desk and looked down at the safe his Chief
Inspector had been methodically trying to crack.
"Well, luckily for me I wasn't in there. I believe I would have suffocated
Giles bristled at the sarcasm and regained a bit of his authoritative manner.
"You know what I mean. Besides I believe we have bigger problems
here. Why have you changed the combination on the lock and not informed
me? You answer to me in all investigations, Detective Pratt. And
who is this? Why are you sneaking unauthorized personnel into the
station house? I'm waiting for an explanation, William."
Xander felt the outrage the second it shot through his lover's body and he
discreetly placed his hand on Spike's arm hoping to encourage him to
practice restraint. It worked. Spike gave an almost imperceivable nod
and leaned back against his desk, calmly crossing his arms.
"The combination was changed because I didn't know who around here I
could trust and from the looks of things I was right. Why are you sneaking
around in here Giles? Why are you trying to steal the evidence? And why,
and this is the big question, was Liam O'Connor standing guard for you out
by the elevators? You know all evidence points to the killer being a cop.
I think YOU are the one with a lot of explaining to do."
Giles face flushed beat red with fury at the accusation then, just as quickly,
drained white as he slumped into the chair across from Spike's desk.
His voice dropped to a whisper and his proper British accent sounded
tired and worn.
"I'm not the killer, William, maybe all this would be easier to explain if I were."
Xander stepped up to the older man who sat crumpled in the chair, his face
in his hands. Crouching down in front of him, Xander gently took the older
man's hands in his and coaxed him to look him in the eye.
"It's not so complicated. Angel caught you taking something. Drugs from
the evidence area. He promised you his confidentiality. An exchange.
His silence if you helped him. Find out what Spike and Faith know
about the killer. What they had locked away."
A lightning bolt of shock went through Giles.
"Fuckin' Liam. Did Liam tell you all that? Fuckin' prick!"