Short I know. But I'm still working on other fics. I'll make longer chappies when musie wants to work correctly.

5 Years Later

The streets of Washington D.C. were barely waking up. People started to wake up, do their early morning routines, go home from an overnight shift, and be ready to face the new day.

It wasn't all that different for this man. Except that he was nursing a monster hangover and couldn't find the damn Advil. He searched all over his kitchen and bathroom…nothing. He finally found the bottle in his living room, on the middle of the table. The label seemed to mock him for his inbred ability this morning, yet he just snatched the bottle up, popped open the lid, took 3 pills out, and downed them without any water. He put the bottle down and set about to get ready for his day.

An hour later, his cell phone started ringing and he made his way over to it.

"Hello?" He said.

"Spike. Are you up yet?" Said the voice on the other end.

"Yeah, why do you ask nibblet?"

"I've asked you not to call me that anymore. I'm already grown." Said the irritated female.

"Yes ok, Dawnnn," he replied by drawing her name out. "So what's with the bloody wake up call?"

"Giles and Buffy want you in early. Some classes need a sub and they volunteered you. Apparently, you're the favorite one out of all the subs."

Spike rolled his eyes in annoyance and agreed, "Yeah well I don't believe in the concept of homework. Plus all I do is teach bad poetry and fighting tactics. Oi, when is the boy gonna finish blowing up the rest of the sodding ground around the school."

The new slayer school was built 2 years back under a disguise of high school. Most of the student population were girls and were made up of everyone that were located in Italy, London, and Scotland when Buffy and company decided to move the school back into the US. Buffy though didn't do much these days. She finally settled down and was currently in a steady relationship with one of the new watchers. Buffy stated that she was a retired slayer and was baked. Whatever the bloody hell she meant by that, Spike never knew. But he did notice that the guy had a near appearance to a certain tall, dark, and handsome former vampire, but he never said anything.

"He should be done in about 2 months. All he has to do is remove the rundown building across the street and bring in the materials for the new offices."

The school was always going through changes and construction. It was bloody annoying Spike thought to himself. "Ok, I'll be there in an hour."

After hanging up the phone, Spike thought back to pieces of what happened in the past that lead him to be a sodden teacher!

It was a few months after LA and Spike adjusted to life with the slayers. Knowing that there was no more evil in the world, except human, he decided to purse his love of poetry once again. He suggested to the Scoobies to change the way they teach the girls and possibly go back to the states. His idea won over and about 1 ½ years later, they were back in the US. He never told anyone, but he liked being in the US for reasons he didn't know.

The entire group agreed that the school should be moved to D.C. Something about protection, Spike didn't really pay attention. All he knew was the possibility of enjoying a new city.

A year after being in DC, he heard the news of Buffy starting a relationship. Spike didn't love Buffy the way he used to anymore, but he always took care of her. Despite their rocky history, they kept a close friendship. A small part of him knew he was taking care of the blonde slayer in honor of his former grandsire, Angel. He knew Buffy still secretly searched for the love her life. No matter how many guys she dated, who she decided to settle down with, he knew she still loved the broody vampire, or former now, with a passion that was frightening.

He never questioned her, so he himself searched for him every once on a while. All he had found were rumors about the whereabouts of Angel, but always came up short.

An hour later, Spike reached the school and went inside heading straight towards the teacher's lounge. He noticed the amount of people gathered near the abandoned building and stopped in his tracks to look. Willow came up from behind him while Spike looked on.

"Any bloody idea why a lot of the girls are over there?" He asked her after a few minutes of staring.

"Not a clue. Let's check it out." She replied back. He nodded in agreement and they both took off to the other side of the street. At the same time, a black Toyota Sequoia pulled over to the side of the street.

Spike looked at the amount of police and FBI agents blocking off the entire building and notice the occupants getting out of the Sequoia. A tall, beautiful women with auburn shoulder length hair and pale skin got out of the passenger side of the SUV. But what caught his attention was the driver.

"No bloody way…." he muttered out. Willow heard him and directed her gaze to where Spike was looking at. Her eyes landing on the pair making their way towards the crime scene. She didn't need to see a body to know it was a crime scene, the show of police force was all the information she needed. She took in the pair and saw the close connection of the two and the way they seemed at ease with each other. But the biggest shocker of it all, was the male.

"Angel?" She whispered to herself. When he got within hearing range, he barked out orders to move everyone back. One of the agents walked over to the pair and introduced himself.

"I'm Special Agent Thomson."

"Special Agent Seeley Booth. This Dr. Temperance Brennan of the Jeffersonian." Booth said as he introduced his partner.

Willow and Spike stood stunned at the sight before their eyes. Never before had they thought they would run into HIM again. All both could think about was the reaction of the entire slayer school would be at the sight of the former vampire. Everyone thought for sure they would never see him again.

Spike suddenly remember that Buffy was in the school and could see out at anytime or make her way over the crime scene and become catatonic or hysterical. It's one or the other he thought.

He looked as the pair made their way over to the gooey remains and tried to listen over the loud chatter of the people around him.

"Male, late 20s to early 30s, Caucasian. Seems like he was shot twice in both kneecaps and then killed with blunt force trauma." Brennan explained. Booth grimaced at her description.

"Ship the body back to the Jeffersonian?" Asked Booth.

"Yes. I'll send Jack later to gather particulates."

Booth nodded and started directing his orders to everyone around him. "Okay gather all the evidence and ship back to the Jeffersonian. Oh and Bones?" Brennan turned to look at Booth, "We have therapy in an hour. What do you say we go and get some food at the dinner to kill time and then head off to therapy."

"Sure. Let's just stop by my office to pick up my bags." She answered back.

They immediately started to talk about their therapy session and walked away towards the Sequoia not knowing that they were being watched by the stunned red-head, who seemed to lose the ability to talk, and the platinum blonde man.

"Hey red? Should we tell Buffy about this?" Spike asked Willow out of the blue. Willow shook her head, "No I don't think she would want to know."

Spike just shrugged and turned to head towards the school. He turned his gaze up to Buffy's office window and was startled to see the slayer opened mouth and shocked at the sight of Booth.

"Bloody hell, it's too late." He muttered.