bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Rough Diamond

Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: NC17
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.

The arguing had been going on for the better part of an hour. They had all been
summoned into the Mayor's office at dawn and almost immediately it became
apparent that the jurisdictional conflicts of this case were going to be a nightmare.

As suspects in both the murder and drug cases within the city limits, Spike and
Penn were insisting that they have first crack on presenting their evidence and
cases to the grand jury for indictments while Angel saw this as a sure promotion
within the INS department if he could bring charges against such high level illegals.

The mayor had his own agenda. Elections were coming up next fall and Ethan
Rayne did not want to give up the reigns of power just yet. Public outcry against
the men who arrogantly flaunted their illegal status in the country while
contaminating the streets and playgrounds with their drugs and crime was one
of the top concerns right now with the voting public. An arrest and conviction
within his city's department would assure him another four years.

Police Chief Rupert Giles seemed to be the only one atending the meeting
that did not voice an argumental position. He sat silently and listened.

Pounding his fist on his desk, the Mayor demanded silence and their attention.
"Gentlemen! Stop it! All this bickering and whining like little girls is getting us
no where. Oh, sorry, no offense Miss Summers."

Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, none taken mayor."

Mayor Rayne hoisted his ample body out of his leather chair and clasp his hands
behind his back while he voiced his thoughts.

"Now, here's what I think, and since my opinion is the only one that counts right
now, it is what we are going to do. First, I want it understood that nothing that is
said between us, leaves this room. This is top priority, people. Loose lips sink
ships and if this fucking boat goes down, each and every one of you will go with it.
Am I understood?"

The matching nods were all the response he wanted and the Mayor continued.

"Good, now, Liam has faxed those sketches back to INS headquarters for
identification, thank's to our lovely Miss Summers, and is assured and the suspect's
round up is imminent. However, make no mistake, these are powerful men. They
have more people working for them on the streets than we do and until they are
securely behind bars, nothing about this case is safe. So, right now, all our eggs
are in one basket. Our witness. We saw what they did to his friend and if that
happens to him, we are fucked. We could keep him here under PC but the fact
is, that is just too public. The media will find out about him and his face will be
plastered all over the news by this afternoon. The other issue that we are unsure
of is the way they ripped up his apartment. Obviously they are looking for
something and they think he has it. You say he claims he doesn't know what?
You think he is lying?"

Penn slumped back in his chair. The excitement of the evening had long ago worn
off and he was exhausted. He wanted nothing more right now than to go home and
climb in bed next to his warm, loving and faithful wife.

"No. He says the only thing he took from them was the money they paid after
the sex. The boys split a thousand between them and that is nothing to men like
this. They would not have risked being noticed just to retrieve a few bucks. I
don't think it was the money that they wanted. They want something else and
since they killed the boy, they obviously didn't get it."

The mayor nodded his head as he thought about it. He turned and looked out
over the streaks of red that colored the morning sky and the solution came to him.
Spinning back around, he slapped his palms on his desk and he stared into all
their faces.

"I've got it gentlemen, oh, and lady, we need to hide our witness out. Somewhere
safe till these men are caught. Somewhere no one knows about but the six of us
and if word leaks out and anything happens to him, one of you will burn, guaranteed,
and I'll light the fucking match myself."

Angel had, all along argued that he should be allowed to take physical custody of
the witness and return him to INS headquarters for interrogation, but fact was,
everything the mayor was saying was true. In a public place like Immigration and
Naturalization, the boy could be snuffed out like a candle. Protection would be
almost impossible and Angel did NOT want a dead witness on his employment
record. So, grudgingly, he agreed.

Penn sat forward in his chair.
"Fine, how do we do this and where can we put him?"

Mayor Rayne studied all their faces and hoped to God that they were all trustworthy.
The promise of big money in exchange for selling out this boy was a temptation
hard to avoid. He could personally attest to the truth of that.

"I have a small hunting cabin deep in the Adirondack. I haven't been there in
some time, but I can give you directions. It has everything you need, water,
propane for cooking and a wood fireplace for heat. It gets chilly at night.
I need one person to take him there and hide out. Hopefully, it won't be for
long but we can't afford to take any chances. You will go armed and protect
him with your life. There is a telephone and I will have service turned on so you
can keep in touch but you are only to call back here to the department in an
emergency. Phone calls are traceble. Any questions?"

They all looked back and forth between themselves. They all had one, huge
screaming, 'hell yes, we have questions', question that no one wanted to be
the first to ask. Finally, Angel did.

"Who's the sacrificial lamb? I gotta be honest here, Mayor, I can't get away from
my job right now and frankly, for your department to do the paperwork through
my department to request my temporary transfer, it would take months for such
a requisition to be approved."

Buffy's eyes got big.
"Huh uh. I just draw 'em. I don't even own a gun. Well, I do, a 38, but that's
beside the point. Huh uh. No way."

All eyes then turned to Penn.
"No, please Mayor. Faith would kill me if I took another one of these special
assignments. That four month stake out cost me a new car and a shopping spree
before she would forgive me. I can't afford that fucking kitchen remodel she has
been harping about right now."

Mayor Rayne nodded. He had 39 years of his own marital issues and could
sympathize with Penn's. With that settled, all heads turned and every eye silently
stared at Spike.

Frantically, Spike attempted to conjure up a thousand excuses but he knew none
would carry weight. He had no plants that needed watering and pets were certainly
not an issue. He had no personal relationship that would suffer and he doubted
that the mayor would consider his aversion to the great outdoors as a valid
reason to refuse.

He finally gave the only response he could.

"Well, fuck."
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