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Period Of Adjustment

PERIOD OF ADJUSTMENT
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Author: BmblBee
Paring: What else? S/X of course.
Rating: Adult for language and M/M activity.
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to the Bee.
and she makes no money off them, or anything else. The Bee is broke.
Summary: The Rosebud Murders took an emotional toll on
everyone involved. Is love enough for a happily ever after or does
it take a hell of a lot of work and compromise to build a life together?
Spike and Xander struggle to find out.




Thanks to Petxnd for the lovely banner


Joyce Winters hung her coat back up on the hook and returned her
briefcase to it's place at the side of her desk. She knew that not getting
home in time to fix supper tonight was the least of her worries.
Besides, she lived alone. Who would care?

The two detectives conversing quietly in the hallway were waiting
on Adam Kinsey who had been summoned off the ward to report
to her office and she had no intention of leaving till she knew the
outcome.

Like all licensed nursing homes, Leesville survived on federal funds.
Money that could be snatched back at even the slightest hint of
patient abuse and no doubt the inspectors would consider murder
a form of abuse.

No wonder her horoscope read "Beware of outsiders bringing bad
news today."

"Do you have your recorder?"
Faith had leaned in and whispered to her partner who responded with
a pat to his inside suit jacket pocket. Before she had the chance to ask
anything else, a quiet knock interrupted.

"Mrs. Winters? The floor nurse said you wanted to see me?"
Adam stuck his head in the doorway hesitantly. When he noticed
Spike and Faith his demeanor switched visibly from concern to horror.
Spike could see the possibilities as they flashed through his mind.

Lie? Of course. Deny? Naturally. Run? That was the one he took a
moment to consider. After evaluating the physical attributes of the two
waiting on him versus his nearly 300 pounds of high blood pressure and
bad ankles, he dismissed that choice as absurd.

Spike waited patiently while the hamster in the wheel of Adams
brain decided on a direction to paddle. He used the time to allow his
eyes to scan the orderly's body and almost squealed for joy when his
eyes flashed quickly across the heavy goth thumb ring with the large
deep grooved crosses. He knew whatever happened during this
interview, that fuckin' ring was HIS!
It would be bagged, sealed, and signed off on.

"Please, Adam, come in and have a seat. These detectives need to
speak with you."
She nodded to Spike.
"I'll be just outside if you need anything please feel free to ask."

Spike and Faith thanked the administrator and motioned for Adam to
have a seat. Faith then closed the door behind him and shared a happy
glance with her partner before they went into character.

"Mr. Kinsey, I'm sure you remember me from the other day when I
was here and we talked about Myrtle Miller."

Adam twitched.
"Yes....?"

Spike paced the room behind the orderly, forcing Adam to keep turning
from side to side to watch him. Finally he circled the desk and sat in
Mrs. Winters chair. Like a tom cat, Spike sat quietly for a moment
and watched his mouse squirm.

Timing was everything. Just as he could see his prey begin to collect
himself, Spike reached inside his jacket.

"Mr. Kinsey, since this is in regard to a murder investigation, I'm going
to tape record this interview and read you your rights."
Spike whipped the recorder out of his pocket, placing it directly in
front of the startled orderly, snapped it on, and began reciting
the Miranda.

Adam Kinsey sat up straight in his chair, his eyes big as platters, as he
flexed his feet, testing his ankles to see just how bad they really were.
'Ouch, damn!'

Faith leaned against the desk on his other side.
"Do you understand your rights, Mr. Kinsey?"

Beads of sweat glistened on Adam's upper lip.
"Yeah, I guess. What the fuck is this about? You ain't got no right to
be comin' here to my job and botherin' me like this. What the fuck you
people want? Who said the old bitch was murdered?"

Spike let his peripheral vision pick up the nervous habit Adam had of twisting
that ever present thumb ring and he wondered if the man was going to miss it
when he was stressed out and probably being ass fucked in the big house.

Faith crossed her feet at the ankles and leaned back casually.
"I'm afraid concerns about your job are the least of your worries Mr. Kinsey.
You see we just came from talking to your sister and she has confessed to
everything. We know all about her relationship with Mark Jacobs.
We know that he stood to lose a great deal of money if his Aunt lived
long enough to be transferred to the extended care facility. And we
know your sister thought she had a future with him. She indicated to
us that the murder was your idea. Is that how it happened
Mr. Kinsey? You did it to help your sister out? Did you talk her into this?"

Adam Kinsey gripped the arms of his chair tightly as all the blood
drained out of his face. The ringing in his ears was so loud it was
making it difficult to think. The grey matter of his brain dissolved to
mush as one word repeated over and over.
'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck'.

Adam's eyes snapped over to Spike as he picked up the line of
questioning and ignoring the fact that it was sprinkled freely with little
white lies, Spike took it another step further.

"We can understand your need to care for a sister you love, Mr. Kinsey,
but murder really was not the best way to show it. Did she even know
what you planned on doing or did you just tell her about it later?"

That question snapped him out of his stupor and he raged, pounding
his fist on the desk, spit flying from the corners of his mouth.

"What? Is that what that fuckin bitch told you? FUCK HER! There ain't
no fuckin' love lost between us. It was strictly business. HER business.
She came to me with the idea. Promised me $10,000. if I offed the
old bird and made it look like an accident. Said the old lady had a bunch
of bonds in the bank and once her and Jacobs were married she would
pay me. It was her idea. All her idea. I ain't going down alone on this.
You arrest me you better fuckin' arrest her too. I can't believe the fuckin'
bitch dropped a dime on me."

Spike and Faith showed no emotion. That had been easier than either of
them could possibly have hoped for. Still, there were just a couple more
points that needed clairified.

"Did your sister plan this with Mr. Jacobs? Was he part of this?"

Adam Kinsey looked slightly confused. As the ever ready opportunist
that he was, he now saw cooperation as his possible ticket to a plea
bargain agreement and he smiled, showing tobacco stained teeth.

"I don't think so, she never said. I think it was all her. It was all her idea.
You know what? I got her cell phone number cause I called her right
after. I'll bet if you check the phone records you can see if she called
him right after I called her. That's what they do on TV. On CSI.
I know cause I watch all them shows."

Spike rose from his chair and pulled the handcuffs out of the back of his
belt. Although thrilled at solving the case, Spike had really hoped Jacob's
was up to his sleazy eyeballs. It just didn't seem right that he would walk
away with everything. Money, property and his freedom, but Spike
had been on the job long enough to realize that man's justice and cosmic
right had very little in common.

He smirked at his partner as he snapped steel on the pudgy wrists
of his prisoner and shook his head. 'God love a snitch.'

Faith spoke briefly with Mrs. Winters, while Spike called for a black
and white to come and retrieve the still babbling Adam Kinsey.
They were instructed to book him on open charges with a 72 hour hold
and the detectives would be in first thing in the morning to prepare a
formal complaint.

"So you want to go collect Mindy Greene?"

Spike shook his head.
"No, she doesn't suspect a thing. I think we need to take our time and
consult with the prosecutor first. All we have right now is Adam's
accusation and I don't want to blow our case by acting to quickly.
I say we go home, get some sleep, and deal with this tomorrow."

Faith nodded. She knew he was right, she just wasn't anxious to face the
empty apartment again tonight.

"Yeah, ok. Xander is probably expecting you."

Spike's face lit up.
"Yep, but I have one stop to make first."

He planted a peck on Faith's cheek and took off.
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