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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
Full story can be found on my LJ
When Xander walked into the room Riley stood up, “Where is Buffy? Is she alright?”
“Sit down, Mr. Finn,” Xander pointed to the chair. “She’s upset, but that is understandable finding out her friend and co-worker was murdered by her boyfriend.”
“What? I didn’t kill Warren. I told you I was at the store while Buffy was out with her mom.” Riley replied giving his alibi again.
Xander leaned across the table, “Buffy says you weren’t there when she got there around eight-thirty and that you don’t get in until noon.”
“I decided to go in early today to help out,” Riley insisted.
“Right now my CSI is going through your place looking for your Ka-Bar heavy bowie overall knife.”
Riley’s eyes narrowed, “I want to see the search warrant.”
“I don’t need one if someone living in the house gives us permission to enter.” Xander retorted. “After we showed Buffy what kind of knife was used to kill Warren, she readily agreed."
“I didn’t kill Warren,” Riley answered and stood up. “I want a lawyer.”
“We’ll get you that lawyer but just so you know, we know that you killed him because he was going to fire you over stealing from him and I bet he also threatened to tell Buffy and you couldn’t have that. You also had opportunity when Buffy was off having breakfast with her mom giving you time to slip out of your house with her not knowing. And when we find the knife with Warren’s blood on it you will be charged with first degree murder. So you’re looking to between fifteen to life right now.” Xander explained and made his way to the door.
Riley let a whimper escape, “What if I admit to it and tell you where the knife is? Can I get a deal?”
“You tell me where the knife is and write a confession and I’ll talk to the district attorney about making sure you don’t serve a life sentence. Deal?”
“Deal,” Riley accepted knowing that it was better than nothing. “The knife is in the trunk of my car.”
Xander placed paper and a pen on the table and pushing them in front of Riley, “Start writing.”
Riley picked up the pen and started writing, “Do you think I could talk to Buffy?”
“I don’t think she is too interested in talking to you right now.” Xander opened the door motioning an officer in before leaving to phone Spike to inform him where the murder weapon was.
Six months later:
Spike was lying in bed just waking up. He turned to snuggle against Xander only to find himself alone. “Xander?” Spike called out swinging his legs off the bed to go in search of his lover.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Xander asked coming into the bedroom holding a tray of food.
“I was going to look for you,” Spike replied pulling on a pair of sweat pants.
“We’ll, I’m here so get your butt back in bed.” Xander ordered setting down the tray on the night stand.
Spike looked at the tray, “What’s all this now?”
“You’re the CSI, what do you think it is?” Xander joked as he handed Spike a cup of coffee.”
“It looks like you made me breakfast,” Spike answered anxiously.
Xander grinned, “I made you your favourites.”
“Pet, I love you.” Spike started but was cut off by a long kiss.
“Love you, too,” Xander replied when he pulled away. “Now eat up! You’re going to need your energy. We both have the day off and we don’t want to waste it, right?” He asked as he leered at Spike.
Spike looked at the mangled pancakes and burnt bacon, “Xan, I love you but I can not eat your food.”
“Why, what’s wrong with it?” Xander asked oblivious to the mess on the tray.
“You can’t cook,” Spike blurted out feeling bad for the crushed look on Xander’s face. “I’m sorry, luv. You’re good at a lot of things but cooking just isn’t one of them.”
Xander poked at one of the pancakes revealing that it was uncooked in the middle, “Gross.” He said his face held a look of disgust. “Okay, you’re right.”
Spike handed Xander a napkin, “So how about we stay in bed.” He kissed Xander’s shoulder, “And than we can meet up with Willow and Angel tonight for dinner?”
“Sounds like a better idea than mine,” Xander answered and rolled over on top of Spike kissing him. “I love days off,” He said and proceeded to show Spike just how much.