RATING: Adult for language and content
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SUMMARY: This is the third story in the Rosebud/verse.
Tara has been abducted and the police rush to find her.
The other members of the Circle decide that they can do
a better job and begin their own investigation.
Who will find her first and will it be in time?
Huge thanks to Purpledodah for the amazing banner.
Xander stood in the middle of the kitchen with his hands on his hips.
He wore a t-shirt, a pair of socks, a look of disgust and nothing else.
Spike was similarly attired but the expression he carried was one of
"This place stinks, Spike. The girls are going to kill us over this one."
"Uh, huh. And what is it that you find most offensive, Love? Is it the
heavenly smell of cooked steak and potatoes or the sweet, musky
cloud of our spent passion?"
Xander's mouth fell open and his tired limp cock twitched as one
last drop fell from it and hit the floor.
"Shit! Damn, you talk good. You shoulda been a poet instead of a cop."
Spike chuckled and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, pulling
him into a tight embrace and allowing their cocks to brush and bump.
"You're a bit of a silver tongue yourself, Love. Speaking of which, I
Spike looked angrily at the floor where the cell phone in his discarded
pants pocket vibrated, causing his trousers to shimmy suggestively.
"I told Oz I was off duty. I told him not to call me. No matter. Just
ignore it. Tonight is all about us."
Spike smiled and continued nuzzling Xander's neck.
Xander grinned, tipping his head to give him better access.
Suddenly, every muscle in Xander's body went rigid and he forcefully
shoved Spike away. The terror in the psychic's eyes shot through
Spike's body and landed in his gut like a rock.
"Jesus Christ, Spike! Answer the phone. ANSWER THE GOD
Spike wasted no time in asking for an explanation. The months he had
been with Xander eliminated the need to. Instead, he dove onto the
floor and quickly fished the still ringing phone out of the tangled fabric.
"Detective Pratt. How can...."
"SPIKE! Help us! Oh, Spike, she's gone. Tara's gone!"
"Red? Where are you? We'll be right there. Are you o.k? Have you
Spike struggled to understand between the sobs and gasps but ultimately
reasoned out that she had gone to the school and found Tara missing.
Nothing else mattered right now.
He tossed a dish towel to Xander along with his pants. Quickly,
Xander wiped up and tossed the towel in the trash. He jerked on his
pants and shoes and they rushed for the door, his intuitive bells ringing
like a three alarm fire.
"Not sure. Maybe nothing. Red says she went to the college to pick
up Tara and she was gone. There must be more to it than that but she
was too upset to explain. She said campus security was on the scene."
The Corvette, with the light and siren cranked up, flew across town
Xander sat silently staring out the window. A situation that brought
great concern to the detective.
"What is it, Xan? What do you think?"
For a few minutes, he didn't answer, he just shook his head.
Finally, Xander turned to face him and even in the darkness, the
expression on his lover's face terrified him.
"I'm not sure, but it's bad Spike. It's really bad."
Spike swallowed around the lump in his throat and nodded. He
then turned his attention back to the highway and within minutes
they had arrived.
The exact location wasn't hard to find. The entire parking lot was
empty except for the flurry of activity taking place in the very center.
Pulling up, Xander jumped out before the car had even come to a
stop and he took off at a dead run seeking a head of red hair
in a sea of milling people.
Four patrol cars were positioned in a circle like wagons fending
off the Indians, their lights bursting through the coming darkness.
Pushing through the crowd of curious onlookers, Xander spotted
Tara's small VW. It was surrounded with yellow police restriction
tape and Xander slowly, cautiously walked it's perimeter till he
was standing at the drivers side.
Xander's heart pounded painfully in his chest as he stared at the driver's
door that stood wide open and the purse lying on the ground, it's contents
spilled out, scattered on the pavement.
His sixth sense buzzed with the impression of a struggle, fear, pain and the
black pit of defeat and unconsciousness. The negative energy was swamping
and overwhelming him and he was barely aware of Willow who stood at
the rear of the car, her back to him, answering official questions.
Snapping him out of his haze, Xander felt his arm being gripped as his
body was steered forward, under the tape and toward the young officer
who was the first respondent.
"Detective Pratt. I didn't know you had been called sir. Is this a......"
"No. No, Son" Spike quickly cut him off before the word 'homicide'
could roll off the young cop's tongue.
"Miss McClay is a friend and we came to ........"
"Spike! Xander! Oh God!"
Willow threw herself into the men's arms. Gently, Spike switched her
over to Xander and he took the young officer to the side to question
him further and privately.
"So what did you find?"
"Really nothing, Sir. Apparently Miss Rosenberg came to meet her friend
and found the scene just like it now is. Campus security called it in.
I didn't touch anything."
Spike suddenly remembered scolding the young man at the scene of a
different crime over his mishandling of a vehicle.
"That's fine, son. Did you call forensics to process?"
"Yes, Sir. They are sending a detective from MP to head up the
investigation and a couple of lab guys to do pictures and interviews."
Spike frowned slightly. This was not a case for Missing Persons. They did
little but take personal descriptions, issue a bolo and file the forms.
He knew their active investigations were limited and Spike knew that
this must be dealt with immediately. Time was critical.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Spike could see Willow gesturing
wildly and Xander talking nonstop. Before he could ask anything else,
He heard two more vehicles approaching. The first, at a high rate of speed
flew into the parking lot, slammed on it's brakes and loudly screeched to
a stop leaving a long trail of rubber in it's wake.
"Get back! Everybody step to the side. Detective coming through, people.
Who's the responding officer? Come on people, I need a little cooperation
Spike just groaned.
"Tim Taylor. Fuck!"
"Pratt. What the fuck you doing here. I was told this was a MP. Somebody
find a butchered corpse they forgot to mention? If not, then haul your
crumpet fuckin' ass off my crime scene."
With that dismissal, Taylor pulled out his notepad and turned his back
Spike clenched his fists and ground his teeth together. He knew a fight
right now wouldn't accomplish anything but wasting valuable time.
Standing to the side, with his mouth shut, he waited while Taylor
turned his attention to the campus security guard.
"So you the one that found the car like this?"
"No, sir, the lady over there in the red hair did and then she called me.
Usually I hang around here if there are female students leaving late but I
got a disturbance call over at Edison Hall. Turned out the call was a prank.
I really feel bad. Miss McClay is a wonderful young lady. I hope nothing
has happened to her."
Taylor walked slowly around the car. He flipped his notebook closed
and dropped it back in his jacket pocket.
"Hell, I wouldn't worry too much about it. You know these young girls,
they get that itch and go running off with the first dick that they think can
scratch it. Right now she's probably flat on her back havin' her pit probed
by a premed student."
"SHUT UP! You stupid pig!"
Willow flew past Spike, fists in the air and he caught her at the last
second before she had the chance to let loose on the surprised detective.
"You don't know anything about her. She isn't like that. She's my girlfriend.
Now you get out there and do your job. YOU FIND HER!"
Taylor moaned and rolled his eyes.
"Well, fuck. A carpet muncher."
The punch came out of nowhere and Detective Tim Taylor landed flat
on his ass.