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“Bloody Hell!”

“Detective Pratt! Please sit down.” The older Englishman pointed his index finger down motioning the bleach-blonde to sit back in his seat.

“Lieutenant Summers please take a seat.” Giles nodded towards the young woman in the doorway, waiting until she had taken the seat before continuing. He smiled at the petite blond before turning his hardened gaze back at the protesting man.

“Giles, I cannot work with the bloody bint!”

“Giles, I have to agree with the idiot over here. We cannot work together. I’ll kill him. I mean it, you’ll have your detective back with a bullet through his skull.” The young blond woman glared at the bleached-blond glaring back at her. Her green eyes pierced into his own blue ones.

“Lieutenant Summers, Buffy please, I do understand your reluctance however we do require every officer to have a partner, that includes the both of you. This case is too big for either of you to work alone and so far that method has not been working out well. Or have you both forgotten about the four dead bodies in the morgue?” Giles waited until both blonds had the decency to look shameful before continuing. “Both departments have agreed. You two have been volunteered and so you will work together- without bloodshed!”
The blonde man motioned to interrupt again before he was hushed with a swift glance.

Giles smiled once again at the young woman before polishing his glasses with a handkerchief, blatantly ignoring the sputtering man at her side.

“I understand the two of you were involved before on an undercover…”

“It was never serious…” Lieutenant Summers stated quickly, cutting off the British Police Chief.

“Yes, I understand. That was not the context I was asking for. However, the two of you already have a rapport…” Buffy blushed slightly before the blush turned back into outrage towards Spike.

“It was too bloody serious. I asked you to marry me! I call that serious!” Spike lunged towards her, gesturing wildly.

“Spike! Oh my god! How many times do we have to go over this? We were put together to take out Angelus, we got distracted and fucked each others brains out instead. It was nothing but a good fuck!” Lieutenant Elizabeth ‘Buffy’ Summers stated with a start.

“Yeah, well, can’t help who you fall in love with. Besides…” Detective William ‘Spike’ Pratt retorted back to the love of his life.

“Detective Pratt, you may as well get this over with now while she doesn’t have the authority to shoot you, in five words or less please.”
He gave her a small grin before tuning back in to her tirade.

“I… Bloody… Love… You…” He counted off each word with a raised finger before thinking about the last word for a moment. “Bitch”

“You got me fucking shot! And now you claim that you were in love and wanted to marry me. Which by the way, don’t propose in the middle of a shoot out with your crazy ex-girlfriend. People, as in me, tend to get shot!” Buffy protested back to the scowling agent. She resisted the urge to stick out her tongue at him but seeing as how they were sitting in front of her new boss, she fought the urge.

“’M still in love with you!”

“Enough! We have a mission to get back to. If you wouldn’t mind putting aside your differences. Actually what was this about a shoot-out?” Giles watched the two dueling officers before him before glancing briefly through a file on his desk.

“Drusilla Travers. Apparently Spike’s girlfriend didn’t appreciate him cheating on her and decided to take me out. She enlisted the help of Liam Angelus, crazy fuck, took us six months to track him down. I was shot in the thigh and shoulder before they fled. Old Spike here froze.”

“I didn’t bloody freeze. Dru and I were together for six years. I couldn’t just take her out, now could I?” Spike protested, grumbling under his breath.

“So you just decided to watch while she poked me with knives and then finally shot me TWICE!”

“Alright, obviously there are some unresolved issues here. However, Detective Pratt, it will be your responsibility to protect Lieutenant Summers. If you freeze again, you will be terminated. The same goes for you Summers.”

“But…”

“Buffy if he steps one toe out of line I give you full permission to shoot him where you shot Angelus.” Spike eyes widened as his hands instinctively moved to cover his crotch.

“Don’t worry Pratt. If your lucky, you’ll still have the right one.” Giles gave him a little smirk. “Now ROSENBERG”

A timid looking redhead poked her head around the doorframe.

“Yes sir”

“Please inform Special Victims that Lieutenant Summers has arrived.”

She nodded once before zipping straight back to her desk.

“Summers, Pratt I’d like you to take street patrol tonight. Listen in, see if anything happens. Its been three nights since there’s been a body dump. It should be tonight. Oh, Buffy here’s the keys to the car.” Giles tossed the keys to the grinning woman.

“You can’t let her drive. Do you want me dead? She’ll bloody kill us both!”

“I’m not that bad of a driver thank you very much” Buffy gave a satisfied little smile over to Giles before smirking at Spike, who was still sputtering.

“I trust Lieutenant Summers. Now go!” Giles waved off the two officers before settling back in his chair.

Both officers nodded before scowling at each other and heading out the door to the elevator.

Once safely in the elevator and away from prying eyes looking for office gossip Spike decided to break the silence.

“I’m sorry love, about the whole getting you shot thing.” Spike added a pouted bottom lip, in hopes of helping his case with the brassed off blonde.

“Eh, I forgave you for that years ago. But.. If you get me shot again, I reserve the right to shoot you in as many places as I want.” She gave him a tiny grin, in which he returned, “Besides Mom already invited you over for dinner Friday night.”

“Oh bugger”




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