Spike pushed open the bedroom door a few hours before dawn. He wasn't surprised to see the bed empty and the red head stubbornly curled up asleep in the chair. He sat at the foot of the bed and pulled off his boots while his eyes remained focused on her.

He wasn’t pleased with the situation, but until he knew what the hell was going on he’d play along. He tossed his clothes in the far corner behind the door
and slid naked between the sheets. Folding his arms behind his head, Spike stared at the red head. Her presence radiated sweetness and innocence, two things he never looked for in a woman.

*They’d better have a good reason for keeping her cuz the Slayer’s gonna pitch a fit when she finds out,* he thought before turning onto his side to catch some sleep.

****

Buffy paced the small office anxiously. Giles watched her pause at the window and chew on her thumbnail. “Buffy, please, sit down,” he said. *Thank God, I was able to convince Xander to allow Buffy and me to handle this. *

She reluctantly sat down, but continued to fidget.  “This is a waste of time, Giles. The police can’t do anything,” she protested. “I know Angelus is behind
this.”

The older man sighed. “I’m sure you’re right, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

“We’ve been waiting here forever,” she complained.

“It’s only been ten minutes,” Giles said with a quick glance at the wall clock.

“Well, where are they?”

The office door opened and two plain-clothes detectives entered the room. “Good afternoon,” the female detective greeted them. “I’m Detective Annette
Howard and this is my partner, Detective Hank Anderson.” She shook Giles’ hand and then Buffy’s.

“Sorry about the wait,” Hank apologized as he sat on the edge of the desk.

“I understand you want to report your friend missing,” Annette said. She pulled a pen and pad from her jacket pocket.

“Yes,” Buffy answered. “Willow Rosenberg.” She spelled out the name as requested.

“How long has she been missing?” Hank asked.

“I last saw her two days ago around 10:30 P.M.”

“Where was that?” Annette asked.

“We were at the Bronze.”

“Is Willow in the habit of going off on her own without telling anyone?” Hank asked.

“Would we be here if she was?” Buffy muttered under her breath.

Giles threw her a warning glare. “No, she’s not.  Willow is a very courteous and responsible young woman,” Giles answered.

“And what’s your relationship to Ms. Rosenberg, Mr. Giles?” Annette asked.

“I’m the librarian at Sunnydale High School. Willow is my friend and she helps me research.”

“What kind of research?”

“Willow is very good with computers. I can’t stand the blasted things,” he answered vaguely. To answer that the hacker researched demons and prophecies, not to mention hacked into police computers, would have raised more questions than he cared to answer.

“Where are her parents?” Hank asked. “Why didn’t they report her missing?” A man in his mid to late thirties claiming to be friends with one of his
teenage students set off alarms in his head. It just didn’t seem right.

“I believe they are in Germany at the moment. I have been trying to reach them, but so far have been unsuccessful,” Giles answered. He removed a photocopy of the itinerary on file at the school, in case of emergency.

Hank took the paper and handed it to his partner to add to the file. “Are you here as a representative of the school?”

“Not officially,” Giles answered. “Willow has a lot of independent study classes so teachers don’t miss her if she’s not in class.”

“But you did,” Hank stated.

“Yes, I did,” he replied firmly.

“Could Ms. Rosenberg have gone to visit her parents and just forgotten to tell you?” Annette asked.

“No. She wouldn’t do that,” Buffy snapped. “Are you going to help us or not?”

“Buffy!” Giles exclaimed. He knew his Slayer was worried, but she was being extremely rude.

Annette smiled sympathetically at the British gentleman. “It’s okay, Mr. Giles. We understand Ms. Summers is simply concerned about her friend.” She
turned her attention to the pretty blonde. “Ms. Summers, we are going to do everything we can to find Willow. We just need to establish a patter of
behavior to assist us in our search.”

“Does she have any enemies that might want to hurt her?” Hank asked.

Buffy immediately thought of Angelus and his crew, but knew that it was her job to flush them out, not the police. “No. Willow’s a very sweet and kind person.
She’d never hurt a fly,” she answered. *She may stake a vamp or two, but she feels really bad afterwards, * she added to herself.

“Anyone hanging around her in the last few days that you didn’t recognize?” Buffy shook her head.

“Do you have a recent photo of her?” Annette asked.

She removed a snapshot she’d taken of Willow and Xander. “It was taken a couple of months ago.”

The detective took the photo and fastened it to a folder with a paper clip. She added a few notes to her case file before closing her pen. “We have your
contact information and we will call you as soon as we learn anything.”

“Thank you very much, Detectives,” Giles said rising to his feet.

Hank waited for the door to close before turning to his partner. “Another one to add to the pile,” he said disheartedly.

She sighed as she rounded her desk. “Never got this many missing person reports when I was on the LAPD.”

“Welcome to Sunnydale.”

****

Angelus stretched out his arm in his sleep expecting to find Drusilla’s naked form beside him. He opened his dark eyes when he felt only the cool, empty
sheets. “Dru?”

“Yes, dearie?’ she answered.

He propped himself on an elbow and found her standing naked in front of her armoire. She hummed a merry little tune as she pulled dresses out of the closet.  She’d look at one, frown and toss it on the floor behind her. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“My little mouse doesn’t have anything to wear. Got to find her a frock to make her look pretty,” she replied.

He glanced at the pile of clothes at her feet. “I don’t think your dresses will fit her.”

She stared at her clothes for a moment. “She can’t wear those icky things she had.” A delightful grin lit up her face as she bounced to the bed. “Can I take her shopping?” she asked. At his doubtful expression she tiptoed her painted nails up his broad chest. “Pretty please, Daddy?” she begged with an
adorable pout.

“I don’t think letting her out of the house would be such a great idea, Princess,” he answered. With his fingertip, he brushed his callused skin across her
full lower lip. “But maybe you could pick some things up for her tonight and bring them back here,” he relented.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she cheered as she bounced on the bed clapping her hands with joy.

Angelus captured on of her hands and pulled her across his naked chest. “I can think of a better way to thank me,” he said.

Dru smiled down at him and covered his mouth with her own. “So can I,” she whispered.

****

Willow opened her eyes. Slowly, she tried to loosen her neck muscles. Since the room had no clock and the windows were nailed shut, she was uncertain of the time. She found that her dinner tray had been replaced with a bowl of fruit and toast on the side.  She retrieved the tray and began to eat.

She looked at the bed and stared at Spike. He appeared to be asleep, but since he didn’t breath it was hard to tell. The silk sheet rested low on his hips.

She picked up a chunk of pineapple from the bowl with her fingers and popped the tart fruit in her mouth.  As she chewed willow allowed herself the opportunity to gaze at the naked vampire. She couldn’t seem to erase the image of his fluid muscles moving as Angelus thrust into him. While she licked the juice from her fingers she pictured herself dominating him.

His hands shackled securely over his head as she stroked his pale flesh with a riding crop. She’d place a blindfold over his eyes so he couldn’t anticipate her next move. She’d strike the crop across his tight bum and smile as he flinched in pleasure. She’d stroke her velvet-gloved hand along his hard throbbing….

“What’s got you so worked up, ducks?” Spike asked.

Her green eyes popped open as she gasped. The strawberry she’d been savoring went down her windpipe and she started coughing.

He smirked as he watched the blood rush to her face.  Her scent filled the room. It was a heady sensation.  *What ever her virginal mind had been dreaming up sure got her aroused quickly, * he mused. Of course, the scent of her arousal caused his body to react accordingly. A frown replaced his smirk and he bent one leg to camouflage his erection. “Are you done, yet?” he asked as her coughing lessened.

“I’m fine. Thanks for asking,” she croaked.

“I wasn’t,” he replied.

Willow rolled her eyes as she sipped a glass of water. “Can I go home yet?” she asked.

“Hmm, let me think,” he said. “No.”

“Bastard,” she muttered.

“What was that, pet?” he asked, knowing full well what she’d said.

Frustrated, she threw the tray at him. The bowl of fruit juice landed in his lap, upside-down, while the tray struck his chest and clattered to the floor.

He was amazed at her burst of temper. *Maybe this little mouse isn’t so mousy after all, * he thought.  His internal thoughts did not mirror the dark
expression on his face. Spike tossed the bowl to the floor and kicked the sheet off his naked body. He stepped on the metal tray with a curse. “Clean this
up,” he growled as he stomped to the bathroom and slammed the door.

Willow had to force her eyes to blink and her jaw to shut. While she had seen both Spike and Angelus the other night, it was different to have a half-aroused
man walk directly across her vision with no mirror between them. The thick syrup dripped along his lean flanks. Her deep dark desires wanted to lick those juices from his body. She groaned and tried to calm her shaking hands.

Once she regained her composure, she surveyed the mess on the bed and floor. *If he expects me to clean that up, he’s loonier than Drusilla, * she fumed. Willow knew she was being childish, but prisoners weren’t supposed to be accommodating anyway. Defiantly, she kicked the blanket to the floor and hitched the loose jeans higher on her hips. She jerked open the door ready to fight anyone standing in her way. Her resolve face faded when she found the hallway empty.

She closed the door quietly and tip toed down the corridor. She held her breath expecting every door to open and have Angelus grab her. Silently, she crept
down the stairs. On the last step she peered around the corner. Her bright green eyes took in the main room. All she could see was a couple of throne like
chairs set against one wall. Hugging the wall she moved cautiously towards the front door. Her fingertips barely brushed the latch when a cool hand closed around the back of her neck.

“Guess we need a better mouse trap,” Angelus said with a chuckle. He pulled her quaking form against his body. One broad hand splayed against her stomach.  “Does Spike know you’ve run off?” he asked.

“Said he was tired of me and to go home,” she lied when she could get her vocal cords to work again.

His fingers inched the soft cotton of Spike’s tee shirt higher. “Tired of you? He hasn’t even used you, yet,” he whispered. His fingers brushed against her soft pale flesh. “Wonder what’s taking him so long? I’ll bet he doesn’t even remember your name.  But I do, don’t I, Willow?” Angelus flicked his tongue out and licked the soft spot behind her left ear.

Spike stood at the bottom of the stairs. He couldn’t understand why she was so defiant with him and trembled in fear at Angelus. He met his grandsire’s
dark eyes as Angelus smiled.

“Did your little mouse steal your clothes, too, Spike?” he asked.

He moved quickly and grabbed Willow’s arm and pulled her out of Angelus’ grasp. He didn’t say anything as the red head stumbled against his bare chest.

With a smirk Angelus stepped closer and trapped the human between himself and Spike. “What’s the matter, Spike? You don’t want her, but you don’t want anyone else to have her either?” he asked. Grabbing the younger vampire by his face, he plunged his tongue into Spike’s mouth.

Willow was shocked to find herself the filling for a vampire sandwich. Her nose pressed into Spike’s bare chest while her stomach dug into his belt buckle.
Angelus pressed against her back forcing her closer.  She inhaled deeply as he began to undulate against her. She had to close her eyes and turn her head as she felt Spike’s erection press into her stomach.

Angelus finally pulled his mouth from Spike’s. “You’d better keep an eye on your mouse before some cat eats her up,” he instructed as he thrust against her one last time.

Spike gripped Willow’s arm even tighter as Angelus walked away. Sexually frustrated and generally pissed, he turned on his bare heel and pulled her after him.

She felt as if her arm was being ripped out of the socket. She stubbed her toe against the stairs, tripped over the last step and sprawled on the floor.  He dragged her a few feet before Willow was able to turn her head and bit him on the hand.

"Bloody hell!" he yelled as he released her arm.

She glared at him as she rubbed her bruised arm.  "Fuck you."
 

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