Paring: Spander (of course)
Warnings: Bad language and explicit sexual m/m activity.
Summary: Xander is wrongly convicted of murder and sent
to Riverview Correctional Institution where Spike is a guard.
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this story and sadly, make no profit.
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Spike's entire body felt tense and wired. He twitched and jerked nervously,
waiting for the torture that was roll call to end so he could get to his housing unit.
He only slightly noticed Angel sitting at the end of the table with the king of all
puppies on his face. He knew that Angel blamed Spike, in part, for the transfer
of Brown and MoMac to his little paradise, and Spike assumed he was just
pouting. On an importance scale of 1 to 10, Liam O'Connor was a -2.
No, he had other matters that were competing with the hamster on the wheel
in his brain.
He had three precious pictures tucked safely in the bag that sat on the floor at
his feet. Wesley had gotten really good, clear shots of Warren's face and Spike
couldn't wait to show them to Xander.
The call had come just as he was stepping out the door. He didn't even think
about reading the enclosed e-mail till he was in the car and racing across town.
Unable to confirm identity by name. Believe this is our subject. Will keep
him in visual. Please advise how you wish to proceed. Will await further
Spike was bouncing. He quickly grabbed the printed papers and disconnected
his phone, dropping it back down in his pocket. He was now running late and
had to hurry which, really when he thought about it, was ridiculous.
He was fucking an inmate. He had sent money and gifts to said inmate.
He had hired an attorney to attempt to free his lover-inmate and he was
now betraying his loyalty to his partner.
Running late for roll call was a '1' on the previously mentioned scale
All that aside, Spike's only thought was seeing Xander.
If Xander could identify the man in these pictures, put a last name to the
perpetrator, there was a good possibility that, with Wesley's help, they
could put a real case together. Then, when they requested the new trial,
there was no way the court could refuse.
Xander was as good as his.
Unfortunately, by then, unemployment might also be.
"That's it people, let's get to work."
Before the last word was out of the shift commander's mouth, Spike had
grabbed his bag and hurried off down the hallway, C.O. Conway trying
his best to catch up. When he entered the housing unit, Spike was thrilled
to see all the inmates had been secured in their cells.
"Hey, Spike. What's up?"
"You tell me, Riley. Unit been acting up?"
"Nay, I just put them down for a few minutes. They got outside rec in
about a half an hour so I figured this would give you some peace and
Spike was delighted. This couldn't have played into his plans any better if he
had called ahead and given the lockdown orders.
With a slight scowl on his face, Spike looked around the dayroom.
"Um, say, Riley, I know you were probably busy this morning but that dayroom
is a mess. Before you go, why don't you bring a couple inmates out and
have them do a quick sweep up. Cell #3 should be all right."
Riley reluctantly agreed. He tried not to read any criticism of his program
in Spike's voice, but he did have to admit, the dust bunnies were breeding
like, well, like rabbits.
Riley pushed the intercom button.
"Harris. Osborn. Get your fucking asses out here and do this clean up."
He then hit the door lock switch before grabbing his bag and heading
out the exit.
"You sure put him in his place. Imagine, us having to come into a mess
like this. What the fuck was he thinking?"
Spike frowned and immediately checked the rookie.
"Riley is a good C.O. Dayshift has a full program and I don't blame him
for not having the time to get to it. I know there is a lot of cut throating
goes on around here, but you would be wise not to feed into it. We are
all doing the same job and we need each other's support. After all, you
wouldn't want someone gossiping about your short falls would you?"
Conway felt as though he had just had the wind knocked from him.
He respected Spike more than any man he had ever known, and although
he was straight, Conway had no problem admitting to a bit of a man-crush
on the blond guard. His chastisement was a slap in Conway's face.
He felt like a two year old caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Sorry. You're right. I guess I still have a lot to learn. Tell you what,
you start the shift paperwork and I'll get these two started on a quick
cleanup before our movement."
Not waiting for an answer, Conway rushed to unlock the utility closet.
Spike felt his heart soar as soon as he saw Xander step from his cell
out into the hallway. He watched as the inmate approached, his smile
lighting the dayroom like the high beams on a Lexus.
As soon as their eyes connected, Spike's smile matched the inmate's
and his body flushed warm with affection.
Oz shook his head in annoyed disgust. He went to the closet to claim
a push broom and began working. He rightly assumed his cell mate
would not be joining in the detail.
Spike stuck his head out the doorway, trying to appear casual.
"Harris, front and center."
Quickly, Spike pulled the pictures from his bag. Assuring himself that
Conway was on the other side of the room, Spike whispered.
"I got them. Wes got the shots of Warren. At least he thinks it might
be Warren. Shit, just take a look and see if it is someone you may have
seen hanging around the beach or maybe someone you knew that associated
with the victim."
Xander noticed that Spike still refused to say Jesse's name. He liked that.
Taking the pictures, Xander gasp. He blinked and looked at the next one.
When he came to the third, his face went white and his knees buckled.
For the second time in his life, he awoke to an ammonia stick being waved
under his nose.