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 stood in the bedroom of his apartment, in front of the full length mirror
that hung on the wall and he straightened his neck tie. For the third time.
His appointment with the Mayor was in just 30 minutes and he did not want
to be late. Not that he ever was.
It had been nearly a month since the wild adventure in the wilderness of the
Adirondack. A month of reports, interviews, investigations and evidence.
30 days of being on Administrative Restrictive Duty, which Spike understood
was required practice after an officer/suspect related death.
The entire case had been a logistical nightmare. Between the FBI, the DEA,
the INS and the local city and sheriff all involved and every department bigwig
wanting to claim the glory, it had started to sound like little girls bitching at
cheerleading practice on the playground.
One fact no one could deny was that Spike and Xander were the heroes.
They had fought for their lives and saved the day along with all the evidence
that brought down high government officials on both sides of the border.
The Supreme Courts in several counties were still filing claims for the money.
A general estimation is that it will be resolved an approximately ten years.
Spike didn't care about any of that. The only money he cared about was the
ten thousand dollar reward. As a law enforcement officer, he wasn't eligible
to collect it and wouldn't have anyway. He insisted it all go to Xander. It was
Spike's insurance policy that Xander wouldn't have to back out on the streets for
a long time. Unless he wanted to.
After the night of the rescue, they had been separated in order to give their
individual statements. Spike wondered if Xander had included explicit details in
his narrative. Surprisingly, Spike didn't care if he had. The Detective's had been
facts only as they related to the suspect and the case. The knife, earring, chip,
and bloody clothes had to be carefully catalogued and transferred to protect the
chain of evidence. It was business as usual.
As for his official statement, his repetitious, bloody statement, it had to be written,
questioned, clarified and filed. It took dozen of times, for each official, at each
department, and often with a Spanish translator. Spike had had to talk to everyone.
At first, they had been told not to communicate in order to preserve the integrity of
the investigation. Then as the days flew by, it began to feel awkward. Spike didn't
have a phone number, but even if he did, what would he say? "Hi. How's tricks?"
No, it broke Spike's heart but he knew that, for now at least, there was no way to
go back. The cabin in the woods was starting to feel like a dream and now,
unfortunately, he was wide awake.
Up the front steps and in through the huge glass doors of the government building,
Spike checked the time on his watch. Three times. Not because he was
unsure of it's accuracy or due to impatience for the scheduled meeting. No,
Spike checked three times because that was what Spike did.
He waited an extra five minutes until the elevator car that would take him to the
third floor was empty before getting on. They were breeding grounds for diseases
and infections of all sorts. When the doors slid open and he started down the hall
towards the Mayor's office, Spike was shocked to see who else apparently had
"Hey, Spike. Long time, no see."
Spike blinked. His heart jumped to his throat and his fingers itched to touch.
"Xander. Well, you look fit. You are well? Well. obviously you are well.
I mean just look at you. You look wonderful."
Xander laughed easily at the flustered detective. He had missed Spike so much
he thought he would die. When time passed and Spike made no attempt to contact
him, Xander sat down with himself and had a long hard think. This was it. Did he go
back to work or should he chose another path. He was conflicted and confused,
but at least the money gave him time and options.
The decision he made, to him, seemed perfect. He only hoped Spike agreed.
Spike's brow wrinkled in confusion as he remembered where they were.
"Why are you here, Pet? Are they still hounding you for statements and reports?
I'll try to make it stop. When I see the Mayor, I'll......"
Spike jumped at the sound of the Mayor's voice. He knew he had to go, yet the
thought of walking away from Xander again was gut wrenching. The younger man
could see it and he lightly touched the arm of Spike's new suit.
"You go ahead. We'll talk later. I promise."
Reluctantly, Spike nodded and he disappeared through the frosted glass door of
Mayor Rayne's domain. Immediately, Ethan extended his hand as he rose from his
chair to greet him.
"Spike! Spike, my boy, come in, have a seat."
Spike sat but his heart and mind wandered back in to the hallway. The Mayor took
no offense at Spike's refusal to shake his hand. He had known the detective too long.
"Spike, I called you here today because I have an offer, a problem and possibly a solution.
Now, your 30 days of ARD is up today and you could return to you regular duty, but
to be honest, we need you elsewhere. With the arrest of Rupert Giles, we are short
a Police Chief and the general consensus is that you are the man for the job.
Unfortunately, several of the Commissioners had serious reservations because of
your, um, shall we say quirkiness."
Spike snorted. 'Quirks' was the word Xander used. Hell of a coincidence.
"Yes, Sir. Big honor, that. So that was the offer and the problem, what was your
Mayor Rayne sat up straight in his chair with a huge grin on his face.
"As a matter of fact, the solution came to us. It came in the form of a certain
young man who asked for a job and appears to have very unique qualifications.
He has an amazing understanding of your oddities and we think he would be
invaluable as your assistant. You know, go with you on crime scenes and
touch the things that you won't touch, carry a supply of those damn gloves
and wipes that you always seem to need. Fact is, we need you and you need
someone like him. He has been taking classes this last month on the basics of
evidence collection, report writing and so on. We think he is ready to go. Well,
what do you think?"
By now, Spike was on his feet and nearly hyperventilating. Was it possible?
Was it too good to be true? Still, Spike didn't want the boy hurt later. He wanted
all the cards on the table.
The Mayor was way ahead of him.
"His dubious past? Everyone deserves a fresh start Spike. If he can deal with the
looks and the comments some of the assholes around here will make, we are willing
to give him a try. So, why don't we call him in and see how this goes."
Mayor Rayne hit a button that rang a buzzer in the hallway. Immediately, the door
opened and Xander walked in, briefcase in hand. When he slapped the case on the
Mayor's desk, he popped the latch and the lid flew up. It was full of sealed packs
of rubber gloves, sterile wipes, small cans of disinfectant and alcohol. With a grin,
he turned to the new Police Chief.
"Well, Chief Bradshaw, am I hired?"
Spike didn't know whether to laugh or cry so he chose the former.
"You are absolutely hired, Mr. Harris. Now, shake the Mayor's hand for me and then
I believe we have an office to go clean."
THE END ?
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