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Murder in Sunnydale 2

Title: Murder in SunnyDale 2/5
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
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


Part Two

Spike walked into DNA, “Hey, I got something for you.”

“What is it today spit or snot?” Angel asked giving Spike his full attention.

“Neither, semen and blood,” Spike answered handing over the swabs.

Angel’s face lit, “Really? What’s the case?”

“Murder,” Spike replied. “I’m not sure if it’s the victims or not. The girlfriend claims to have been out of town but she could have been cheating on him. Maybe he walked in on her and the other guy.”

“Interesting,” Angel said as he got to work. “Who’s the leading detective?”

Spike snorted, “You’re not even going to believe it.”

“Tell me,” Angel ordered looking intrigued.

“Xander, apparently he is back for good from what I overheard with him and Willow,” Spike sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair.

Angel’s eyes widened clearly shocked, “Whoa, have you talked to him?”

“Besides the case no, but he wants to get together and talk,” Spike replied looking annoyed.

“That’s good though, isn’t it? I mean maybe he wants to get back together,” Angel suggested.

“I don’t bloody know and I honestly don’t know if I care,” Spike said sounded angry. “We were together for a year and then he decides that he wants to move on to bigger things.”

Angel frowned he hated seeing his friend hurting, he knew Spike still had feelings for Xander no matter how much he tried to deny it. “I’m sure everything will work out. Now I should get back to work, I’m already backed up so when I get the results I’ll call you.”

“Alright, I should go check in with Willow anyways, see if she can confirm the death was caused by a knife.” Spike sighed having no doubt that Xander would also be there.

“Do me a favour and tell Willow I’m working late alright?” Angel asked.

With a nod Spike left, going to the morgue.

***
Xander beat Spike to the morgue. “Hey,” Xander said trying to act cool. “Willow said she’d be with us in a minute.”

“Good, that gives us a minute to chat,” Spike said looking at Xander. “I don’t know what kind of crap you’re trying to pull on me but it’s not going to work!”

“I’m not pulling anything on you Spike,” Xander assured. “I know I messed up by leaving but I also asked you to come with me and you didn’t want to.”

“I had a life here!” Spike snarled, “I couldn’t just pick up and leave at the drop of the hat.”

Xander looked sad, “Not even for me.”

“Don’t bloody try and make this my fault, I asked you to stay.” Spike countered back. “But your career came first for you. And now look at you; you’re back where you didn’t even want to be. I guess you couldn’t cut it with the big boys.” He saw Willow and left Xander standing there feeling like his had just got kicked in the gut.

“Willow,” Spike greeted. “So was the cause of death a stabbing?”

“You got it; the knife entered his chest and his heart. He bled out for about three minutes before collapsing on the floor.” Willow told them.

Xander stood back looking over her shoulder, “What’s that on his left arm?”

“Scratches, I’d say a day or two old. There were some pink flecks in the wounds so I sent them off to trace.”

“Great thanks,” Xander smiled at his friend.

Spike’s pager went off, “That’s Giles. He has something on the wound. Either DNA is really backed up or Angel is slacking.”

“Be nice,” Willow said using her motherly tone.

“Sorry,” Spike said but not looking like it. “He told me to tell you he’d be late. You mind if I cast a mould of the wound? See if we can determine the type of knife?”

“Sure no problem,” Willow snapped her latex gloves off. “It looks like the knife had a hilt by the bruising forming around the wound. Now if you excuse me I have an eighty-year-old that died of a stroke.”

A few minutes later Spike finished pouring the clay into the wound giving it a few minutes to dry before pulling it out. Bagging it and signing his signature and date on it he looked up at Xander who was watching him, “You coming?”

“Yeah, I’m coming,” Xander replied, ignoring the fact that his stomach was tied in knots.
***
Rupert Giles looked up when he heard the door open, “William, you were quicker than I thought.”

“I could say the same about you. Slow day?” Spike asked leaning against the counter.

“Yes and do not expect to see me complain about that,” Rupert replied with a smile. His attention turned to Xander, “Hello, Xander. I heard you were coming back. I hope your recovery was quick.”

Xander looked at Spike for a quick second before turning his attention back to Rupert ignoring the questioning looks he got from Spike, “So you determined the stuff found in the vic?”

“Yes,” Rupert replied and printed out a sheet handing it over to Spike.
“Ethyl acetate, butyl acetate, nitrocellulose, isopropyl alcohol, polyester resin, dibutyl phthalate, styrene/acrylates copolymer, stearalkonium hectorite, stearalkonium bentonite, benzophenone-1 and calcium pantothenate,” Spike read off the paper.

Xander looked between the two men, “And for those of us who have absolutely no idea what that is.”

“Nail polish,” Rupert answered. “The percise color would be chic boutique.”

“In guy language what color is that?” Xander asked he didn’t understand why women needed to name the same color fifty different names.

“It’s a kind of pink,” Spike replied. “I have a sister remember?” He said looking at Xander.

Giles could tell there was tension between the two men even though nothing was being said, “Yes. Well any suspects that wear nail polish?”

“The girlfriend,” Xander answered. “I don’t know if it’s the same color but she was definitely wearing nail polish.”

“So back to the stuck-up blonde?” Spike questioned with a sigh. He talked to of all of thirty seconds and he already didn’t like her.

“Afraid so,” Xander thanked Giles and headed out with Spike.

“I’m going to see if I can identify the weapon,” Spike replied. He wanted to talk to Xander to know what Giles had been talking about, but right now he had to focus on the job.

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