Disclaimer: The Bee owns none of the characters or products named in this story.
Warning: This story contains mention of prostitution, group sex, violence, m/m orgies
and one wild raccoon.
Summary: Xander is a male prostitute. It is his chosen occupation and he is very
happy with it. One night he takes on a group of clients with a friend and things
do not go as planned. When his friend is found murdered, homicide is called in.
Spike is a brilliant detective with OCD issues. When he is told to hide out in the
woods with the witness to protect, he gets more than he could have imagined.
Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banners, the story idea and for holding my
hand during the writing.
Spike and Penn paced the hallways of the government building till impatience and
frustration had them fussing and nit picking at each other. They knew Buffy was
the best and that the process couldn't be hurried if they wanted the results they
needed, but it had been three hours and the only thing to come out of the room
so far had been a pizza order and six Cokes. Two diet.
They had made countless trips into the back of the interrogation room to stare
in through the two way mirror but just watching the boy wave his hands and
Buffy nod and sketch, only served to make the wait seemed longer.
It was, however, discussed and decided that when their prized witness was
finished, he would be escorted to a holding cell.
It would be explained that he couldn't go back to his own place until CSI
completed all their evidence gathering and the scene was unsealed. In
truth, the detectives had no intention of allowing this golden goose out
of their sight till all these men were safely behind bars.
If Xander Harris ended up with a second smile like his pal Joey had, their
case went right down the drain.
"So what time is it?"
Spike rolled his eyes at his partner's redundance. Every room of the government
building had huge, round clocks displayed prominently on the walls and Penn,
himself, wore an accurate, if not attractive, Timex. Yet he repeated the same
aggravating question like.....well, like clockwork.
With his arms crossed over his chest, Spike turned to offer a scathingly sarcastic
reply but was cut off with the buzzing of the desk phone. Reaching into his suit
jacket pocket, Spike snapped out a linen handkerchief, shook it out, expertly
flipped it to cover the handset and he picked it up.
"Bradshaw. Yes?......Oh, great.....yes, yes of course. Detective Penn and I
are in the annex off interrogation room #2. Please send him right up."
Spike quickly hung up, folded and replaced the hanky as he spoke.
"O' Connor is here from INS. He is coming through security now and should
be up here in a few minutes."
Penn wrinkled his nose but nodded.
"Yeah, good. Although we could have just faxed the reports and the drawings
over to him."
Spike stared into the room where his witness still moved animatedly. He avoided
looking into his partner's face to spare him the embarrassment as he spoke.
"Look, Penn, I know you hate the guy, hell in similar circumstances, I would too,
but the fact is, it was one night. It was a Christmas party and everyone there
had way too much to drink. Yeah, he was a jerk to hit on your wife, but you
know Faith loves you. She would never look twice at a guy like that. After
all, what does she need with a tall, good looking, rich, government agent like
Liam O'Conner when she has......you"
Penn snorted, shook his head and chuckled.
"You're a prick, you know that?"
Spike glanced back over his shoulder and winked.
"I've been told."
Before they could expound on Spike's personality defects or Liam's ego,
they were interrupted by a quick knock before the man himself stepped in.
"Good morning gentlemen. How's life in the burglary and traffic ticket business?
I was told you have some information for me. It's understandable. You
get in over your heads and you have to call in the big guns. Holy Shit!"
Liam leaned forward with his hands against the glass of the two way mirror
and he stared at the small blond sketch artist. All the way over here, he had
planned on a rousing game of insult and infuriate the detectives, He had
mentally rehearsed several germ and phobia cracks to toss out at the clean
freak and he was going to hit Penn with the real zinger of "How's the little
woman?" for the capper, but now all of that evaporated straight out of his
mind as he stared at the delicious blond.
While Penn stuttered and fumed over the insults, searching for just the right
come back, Spike was quicker.
"Yeah, looks just your type, innit? Soft, sweet, I can see you two now. Would
make a right cute couple. Unfortunately, that's our witness and we need you
to keep you hands off him. Oh, and the other one is Buffy, our sketch artist."
Penn's face nearly exploded as he tried to keep it straight. If he had been
allowed to touch his partner, he would have hugged and kissed him right
there and then. Especially when Liam whirled around, steam nearly rolling
out of his ears like on a Bugs Bunny cartoon.
"You're a prick, you know that, Spike?"
Unlike his partner, Spike made no effort to check himself as he chortled with glee.
"Funny you should mention that. Someone else recently...."
Before he could finish. Penn lurched forward and slapped his palms on the glass.
"Hey, look, she's finished. She's coming out. Come on."
The three men, like Stooges, collided into each other and bounced back as they
all attempted to run out the narrow doorway at one time. When they finally did
pop through, Liam was in the lead, Penn second and Spike brushing his suit off
in disgust. No one noticed the boy in the interrogation room who had curled up
in a corner of the room and gone to sleep.
Buffy looked a wreck. Her hair protruded from the rubber band restraints
in wild peaks, tufts and curls. Her sunken eyes had dark circles and although her
body screamed for sleep, the infusion of copious amounts of caffeine had her
brain spinning on warp speed.
Heading straight for Spike, she was charged with excitement and electricity.
"Here, I think they are really good. Oh my God, he was fantastic! His memory for
detail is extraordinary, especially considering there were four of them. I think this
is exactly what you guys......."
Before she could finish, Liam physically stepped between them. He sucked his teeth
as his eyes put on skates and rolled up her body and slowly back down.
"Well, well boys, call a priest, I do believe heaven has lost an angel."
Buffy blinked, her face scrunched up in confusion.
Liam nodded his spiky haired head as a slow, seductive grin crossed his lips.
"Yeah, that will work. You can call me Angel."