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Summary: Warren Meer’s has been murdered, Spike and Xander must investigate.
Warnings/Spoilers: Human Verse. Total Out of Character.
Beta’d by: Dragonfly_64
Xander scrubbed his face before getting out of his car. Three days back in Sunnydale and he was assigned to a murder case. He shook his head trying to forget why it was that he came back. There weren’t a lot of murders in the small town, usually robberies, peeping toms and domestic disturbances. He flashed his badge before going under the yellow crime scene tape. Walking into the house he found the master bedroom quickly. He found the medical examiner kneeling over the body; red hair was a dead give away on who he was working with.
“I hope you’re not going through his pockets, Willow,” Xander joked walking into the room with a smile on his face.
Willow jumped and began stammering out something before she saw who it was, “Xander?” A smile spread over her face. “Oh my god, I haven’t talked to you in six months; you stopped returning my calls!”
“I’m sorry, it got really busy,” Xander apologized not going into any details.
“Are you back for good?” Willow asked trying not to get to excited. She had missed her best friend.
Xander nodded, “I’m back. We should go out for drinks later and catch up. Right now though who’s the D.B?”
“That’s your job, detective,” Willow answered and went back to the body. “He has no identification on him, by the looks of it he was just getting out of bed.”
“T.O.D?” Xander asked as he wandered around the room looking for a wallet with the vics’ information.
Willow stuck a thermometer into the victim’s liver, “Let me get the liver temp and I’ll have an estimate for you.” She looked up at him, “Have you talked to Spike?”
“You know I haven’t.” Xander replied as he found the wallet. “Bingo,” Xander pulled on some latex gloves and opened it, pulling out the driver’s licence. “Warren Meers,” He said aloud. “This wasn’t a robbery, all his credit cards are still here and seventy-five dollars.”
“Warren Meers, the owner of ‘Meers Hardware’?” Willow asked as she looked back down to get the read for the liver. “Liver temp is 87 degrees, so he’s been dead between six and seven hours. So between seven and eight this morning.”
“Sorry I’m late, for a small town there is a lot of bloody traffic,” A blonde complained as he walked into the crime scene. He stopped when he saw Xander, “Xander?”
Xander paused at looked up, “Hey, Spike.”
“What are you doing here?” Spike asked setting down his kit.
“Working,” Xander replied looking uncomfortable. “Maybe we can talk later? You know after we figure this out?”
Before it could get anymore uncomfortable two men came in and helped Willow put Warren into a body bag and onto a gurney. “He was stabbed and had his throat cut by the blood pool around the wound I’m guessing that came first, I’ll know definitely after I do the autopsy,” Willow said.
“We’ll be there after we’re done here, Wills,” Xander answered and watched her leave.
Spike wandered around the room taking pictures of the blood splatter on the bed where he must have been originally stabbed and the floor where he bled out. Throwing off the covers he discovered semen on the sheets, “Looks like he had some fun before he died.”
“He has a pretty girlfriend,” Xander commented when he found a picture of Warren and a pretty blonde girl. Spike grunted a reply, “I’m going to find the responding officer.”
Xander left Spike to investigate the room and went to the front yard seeing a uniformed officer trying to calm down a distraught blonde woman, the same woman that was in the photo he just saw.
“What do you mean I can’t go in?” She screamed at the officer, “This is my house!”
“Miss,” Xander stepped in, relieving the officer from having to deal with her. “This is an active crime scene.”
She flipped her hair, “I know that. I found Warren.”
“And you would be?” Xander asked already not liking the woman.
“Harmony Kendall,” She replied snapping her gum.
“Well. Ms. Kendall, I’m sorry about your loss,” Xander said trying to comfort her.
Harmony looked confused for a minute, “Why? Oh gods don’t tell me my porcelain unicorn is broken!” She cried.
“No,” Xander spoke slowly. “I mean I’m sorry for the loss of your boyfriend.”
“Oh… right.” Harmony said looking relieved, “Hey, do you know when the reading of the will, will be?”
Xander raised an eyebrow, “Probably after the funeral. Ms. Kendall, you do realise a man is dead, don’t you?”
“Yeah so?” Harmony asked looking confused again.
“So you are now looking like the prime suspect,” Xander instructed.
Harmony’s mouth fell open, “Are you serious? Just because I am in his will and he left a good chunk of money to me and the house does not give me a reason to kill him!”
“I’d say that gives you every reason to kill him,” Xander countered. He saw Spike walking up to them. “You find anything?”
“I have a question for her, if that’s alright?” Spike asked not really waiting for a response. “I was just wondering when the last time you had sexual intercourse with Mr. Meers.”
“I just got back right before I found Warren from a ski trip with my best friend in Aspen,” Harmony said giving her alibi. “I think if you have any more questions you should talk to my lawyer,” She said crossing her arms.
“Fine, but I need to know where you will be staying if I need to get in contact with you,” Xander told her.
Harmony pulled out a pink pen with a unicorn on top of it and a pink notebook, “I’m staying at the Sunnydale Plaza. They have hot tubs in the rooms you know. Also here is the name of the friend that I went to Aspen with, Cordelia Chase.”
Xander sighed and watched her walk away, “Well, wasn’t she helpful.” He turned to look at Spike, “Why did you ask about the last time she had sex?”
“The semen I found is recent, maybe a day old,” Spike explained as he walked towards his SUV.
“That guy was cheating on his trophy girlfriend?” Xander whistled. “What else did you find?”
“A blood spatter on the wall but there was a void,” Spike answered. “There was also a single drop of blood on the other side of the bed. I doubt it’s the victims.”
Xander nodded and then shifted uncomfortably, “Spike… I’d really like to talk to you.”
Spike slammed the trunk of his car and glared at Xander, “We have nothing to talk about. You said all you needed to last year.”
“Things changed,” Xander offered. “Please Spike?”
“Whatever,” Spike answered. “Right now I have to get back to the lab. I’ll call you if I get anything.”
“Thanks,” Xander said and watched Spike drive off.