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High Seas

High Seas
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Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult for language and sexual content
Paring: S/X HAU
Disclaimer: The Bee owns none of the characters or products named
in this story, however the plot and words are her own.
Warning: Violence (nongraphic) and strong M/M sexual content.

Summary: OCD Spike is back! It has been a year since Xander and
Spike met in Rough Diamond and they have been living and working
together ever since. As an anniversary present, Xander takes a reluctant
Spike on a gay ocean cruise and everything, including murder, goes with
them.

Appreciation to: Petxnd for her wonderful banner and patient preread
and to Silk_ Labyrinth for her beta. Any remaining boo-boos are the
result of the Bee's stubbornness.





Thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner and the faithful friendship.



The small pack of several men clustered together in the dark at the entrance
to the warehouse. They were careful to keep their movements controlled and
they skillfully avoided the small circles of pale light that the security bulbs
strategically aimed around the building.

They were all dressed in identical black. Shirts, pants and shoes and as a topper,
each man wore a ballcap pulled low over his face. The only exception to the
coordinated color was the stark white lettering across the fronts and backs of
their bulletproof vests. Lettering that read, 'POLICE.'

The young man who stood point was tall, straight and lean. The girth and
bulk around his body was provided solely by the vest he wore and not by the
presence of any excess body fat. While in the past this condition was the result
of poor nutrition, it was now the result of intensive training and obsessively
monitored meals.

The training was a full year in the Police Academy and the obsession was
supplied by his lover, roommate and boss.

The seven men in the military-like operation crouched silently and waited for
the lead man to give them their orders, although they knew that the authority
was not his. It was an accepted manner of operation that worked amazingly
well and no one questioned.

Xander held his service revolver close to his body. He was hyperaware of every
sight, sound and smell around him and he was barely able to control the surge
of adrenalin that rushed through his bloodstream. They had set, planned and
organized this raid for the past three weeks.

For months, they had known that a large portion of medical supplies destined
for developing Third World nations were disappearing into the black market,
and it had been like running in blind circles to get a lead. When they finally had,
the organization of this arrest raid had been priority one both night and day.

When the time had finally come, they had very nearly been late due to Spike
finding a lint bunny stuck to the velcro of his vest. Despite Xander's best efforts,
the damn thing would simply not let loose. When time became critical, Spike
insisted on going without the protective garment. That was all the motivation
Xander needed. He quickly took a razor blade and shaved off a small patch
of linty velcro before shoving his lover into the protective garment.

There was no way Xander would allow any harm to come to the man who had
saved his life and become his world. Spike may be a pain in the ass, but he was
Xander's pain in the ass.

Before leaving the department locker room, Xander removed the diamond
stud earring he always wore and placed it lovingly in his locker. Given to him
one year ago by his surprisingly romantic boyfriend, it was a constant reminder
of how they came to be and a promise to always remain so. Tonight it would
stay behind to prevent its shine and sparkle from catching the light and giving
them away.

Now the course of action was set. The men were all in place. In addition,
the far perimeter of the building was surrounded by agents from the Pacific Port
Authority, a branch of the federal government. The FBI also waited for their
signal to fill the night with lights and sirens and move in to secure the arrests.

It was solid. It was drafted to cover all possible scenarios and guarantee
an outcome that would involve no injury to the officers or suspects but, as
everyone knew, there simply were no assurances in busts like this.

Leaning forward, Spike whispered in Xander's ear. He gestured slightly with
his gloved hands as he reiterated the plans and instructions from before while the
others waited for the signal. Xander's face was a study of intense concentration
as he listened and he nodded his understanding.

Xander then stood with his back to the small entrance door of the warehouse.
He pointed to several individual members of the squad and his fingers danced
through a series of well practiced gestures that were read and understood.

Then, with one curt tip of his head and a brief look into his lover's eyes,
Xander reached for the door handle. It turned easily and quietly in his hand,
a sign that he took as a good omen, and he stepped inside.

The space ahead was vast. It was a metallic, domed building with crates and
boxes stacked in countless rows on both sides. There were four forklifts
parked at odd angles that appeared to have been hastily abandoned when the
workday had ended.

The warehouse was dark and silent as a tomb. If Spike hadn't known better,
he would have suspected they had been in error and the place was abandoned.
But Spike was never in error. He was methodical, fanatical and punctual but
never in error.

Since taking over as Chief of Police last year, his duties had been for the most
part administrative. A shift of activity which suited his personality well.
Especially with Xander at his side. A godsend. A liaison between him and
the powers that be above him and the department employees below. The boy
had proven to be a master of diplomacy. A trait everyone who had to deal
with Spike, appreciated immensely.

But a case like this required more. This was a monumental operation that
blended several jurisdictions and departments into a sting that had been weeks
in the planning. There was no way Spike could not be here. The preparation for
this night had been held in obscure war rooms with maps, meetings and sworn
oaths of secrecy with only the most trusted of officers.

As well as in private. In bed. In the dark. Spike would whisper his fears that
the warehouse may contain elements that would stop him in his tracks and put the
operation in jeopardy. Bugs. Mice. Rats. Germs. Germs. Germs.

Xander had talked and reasoned. He had forced Spike to verbalize and express
himself and together they had worked out a way to minimize the chances of an
unexpected dust bunny from distracting the Chief and derailing his concentration.
Xander would run point. He would lead the way with Spike giving the orders.

And so far so good.

The tight pack of officers moved rapidly and silently into the building, rushing to
the concealment of a stack of crates on the side wall. From there, Xander
eased forward and looked off into the distance. There they were!

Nearly 100 yards away, bathed in the yellow glow of an exterior security light,
the large overhead door stood open. A white panel van was backed in and five
burly men were hastily loading cases of goods into the back of the vehicle.

Xander stepped back. He turned to the others with a gleeful nod and a thumbs
up. Spike responded with an openhanded pat on his vest that signaled 'all go'
and with everyone's tense, concentrated attention, Spike held up one finger, two
fingers and finally three. He then pushed a small orange button on his muted
beeper sending a signal to the ten waiting cruisers on the perimeters of the lot,
and they all rushed forward.

In the flash of a moment, the night exploded. Spike, Xander and their small pack
of armed officers rushed forward shouting orders, commands and general threats.

"POLICE! FREEZE! FREEZE! GET ON THE GROUND! GET YOUR
HANDS ON THE BACKS OF YOUR HEADS! DROP YOUR WEAPONS
OR WE SHOOT!"

Like cockroaches in the beam of a flashlight, the thieves began to scatter. Boxes
were tossed and dropped haphazardly as they spun in every direction with the intent
to flee. A plan they quickly realized was futile as the night lit up with the flashing
blue and red lights of the law, and the deafening sound of sirens screamed in their
ears. In the hope of not being shot, they all immediately fell to the ground on their
stomachs and the fight was over before it began.

The next few minutes were a flurry of cuffs, slapped backs, high fives and excited
chatter as the bodies surging with adrenalin bounced and slowly bubbled back to
normalcy. Xander had found himself in the center of the circle of brotherhood and
temporarily lost track of Spike. When he finally spotted him, Spike was standing
with his left shoe in his hand and a scowl on his face.

He curiously watched Spike angrily walk to the cruiser that contained one of the
suspects in the rear seat. Spike tapped his shoe on the glass. The driver noticed
the Chief and lowered the passenger window assuming Spike wanted to question
one of the thieves.

Spike waved his shoe angrily in the cuffed suspect's face.

"Is this your gum that I stepped in?"

The crook frowned in angry confusion. This was not the interrogation he had
expected.

"Yeah. So what the fuck if it is?"

Spike dropped his shoe to the cement floor. He reached in his pocket and
extracted a small black object. He reached in the passenger's window.

He then tasered the suspect.
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