Arrested

by Oracleholly


Drabble for Liliaeth

Wanted:
1. Spike/Gunn
2. S5 of Angel or later
3. Dealing with intelligent cops that match Spike's fingerprints to those of an old murder case
4. Souled, heroic Spike

 Written for the Fall_for_Spike LJ Community.
Set: Sometime after "Destiny" but before "Not Fade Away."
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 540


Spike waited for Gunn to arrive, but if he didn't get here quick, Gunn might find some very injured police detectives instead. He currently sat at a gray, metal desk bolted to the floor in a matching metal chair. The handcuffs were chaffing his wrists, but he didn't rub them. He didn't want to give the wankers the satisfaction of knowing they'd made him uncomfortable.

One of the detectives reminded him of that bloke on Law & Order: Criminal Intent, even sporting the name Bobby. Spike had overheard the other detective call the one facing him that earlier. The cop shuffled old black and white crime scene photos in front of him, and Spike knew the cop was trying to gauge his reaction.

He kept silent as "Bobby" started telling him how his fingerprints matched this cold case. It was a 1960s murder, and the pictures showing the corpse of what used to be a very, vibrant girl of fifteen, with red hair and hazel eyes. Spike glanced at the photo also displayed of the girl, very much alive, which must have been provided by her Watcher.

She'd been a Slayer. Was supposed to be his second, but he missed his chance at killing her. His mind drifted back and he remembered that night.

He'd heard that the Slayer was known to keep a certain patrol schedule. Vamps could set their watches to it. She'd not been the Slayer long, and her Watcher wasn't bright enough to vary her routine. Spike smelled her blood before he saw her. Someone or something had beaten him to his goal. Anger had filled his being and he howled in frustration of not being the one to kill the Slayer.

Spike remembered touching the wounds to her throat and stomach trying to determine what creature he needed to kill in retaliation. The wounds looked like those made with a serrated edged knife - a big one, and the stench of cologne told him that a human male had done this deed.

Gunn strode into the interview room and gave Spike a reassuring look. "I'm assuming that you're not questioning my client without his attorney present, especially since I know that he asked for one. That would be a violation of Miranda, Massiah, and just for good measure Brewer v. Williams."

Spike stopped himself from smirking at Gunn's performance. "Now, I'll just play nice for now and assume you were just gathering your paperwork while you were waiting for me. I see that you've arrested my client over some fingerprints found at a murder scene some fifty years ago."

"That's right …" Bobby started.

"Gunn. Charles Gunn," Gunn supplied while handing over his business card. "Mr. William Kent is a very important member of Wolfram & Hart. I do hope this won't take very long. And do take off those handcuffs."

"Can't do that."

"I'm sure that you can… and you will."

**********
(later)

Gunn and Spike were in Gunn's car returning to WR&H.

"Thank you," Spike began.

"Think nothing of it fang boy. Besides you didn't do that. My department is all over it and has extensive files on the actual perpetrator."

"It was her Watcher."

"Yes, I know, and soon, the cops will too."

THE END

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