Title: Bail
Prompt:Other: Prison
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:Language

Summary:Buffy goes to bail her friend out of Jail and winds up with a whole new situation on her hands.

Buffy sighed and rubbed her temples in hopes that the headache that was slowly building would abate and let her think clearly.

"B?" Faith's voice crackled over the phone, "You there?"

"Yeah, I'm here." Buffy sighed, "What happened?"

"Got in a bar fight." Faith said nonchalantly, "Think you could bail me out?"

Another heavy sigh as Buffy leaned back in her chair and looked up at the slowly rotating fan. "This is the fifth time, Faith. I can't keep doing this for you."

"Hey, I pay you back, don't I?" Faith said indignantly.

"It isn't about that, Faith!" Buffy protested before sighing and standing, snatching her keys up off the table, "I'll be there in five."

Faith audible sighed in relief, "Thanks, B. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Buffy didn't answer and shut her cell as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Being the responsible friend really sucked sometimes.

It didn't take long for her to reach the station and when she did she was in an even worse mood than before. Traffic had been horrible, some wise ass had cut in front of her almost five times on the way there, and another joker almost rear ended her when they pressed on the gas instead of the break.

God, she hated driving.

She burst through the doors of the police station with a grumpy frown and her purse already open as she pulled out her wallet. She reached the front desk without managing to look up from her job and said, "I'm here to bail of Faith Lehane." Without any nonsense. She was a seasoned pro at this by now.

"So you're B." a male voice said from behind the counter, "You friend seems to think that if she threatens us with you enough times we might actually let her go without you paying bail."

Buffy was touched by the sentiment, but Faith was still an idiot. She looked up to apologize,, only to blush as she saw just who was behind the counter.

"Ah, William." She said awkwardly, "Hey."

The now platinum-blonde brit smirked and offered a small wave. "'Lo, Buffy. You can call me Spike – everyone does."

Buffy barely kept her blush down as she brushed her hair behind her ear, "Ah, how've you been? I haven't seen you since high school."

Specifically, their Senior Prom where her then-boy-friend Angel had dumped the punch bowel on poor unsuspecting Williams head. Spike seemed to know what she was thinking and frowned bitterly.

"How is Angelus now, anyway?" he asked. Buffy blushed awkwardly and played with her wallet.

"I, ah, haven't seen him since Prom." She admitted, "I dumped him."

Spikes eyes widened and he seemed to mentally chastise himself. "Oh, ah, sorry it didn' work out." He offered lamely. Buffy scoffed.

"Please, I found out he was cheating on me with Drusilla. It was better to cut it off then." Buffy said. Spike seemed to visibly relax and offered her a grin that made her heart twinge slightly. She blushed when she realized how handsome he really was, and her mouth opened before she could even think of it.

"Hey, do you maybe wanna go get a coffee sometime?" she asked. Her face flamed red and Spike smirked cockily.

"I'd much rather take you to dinner." He said. Buffy blushed and pushed her hair behind her ear.

"Okay." She agreed, "Is Saturday good for you?"

"Tha's fine with me." He agreed. Buffy smiled and for a moment they just looked at each other, trying to take everything in.

"Hey! B! Stop flirting and get me the hell out of here!"