TITLE: Surprise the detective

AUTHOR: By wolf steel

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these. If I did things would be very different. So please don't sue!

A/N: Yay! Chapter 2 is up its a little longer than chapter 1 so if you have any questions or whatever just send a review. I lost my draft but I'm sure this should be okay... I also want to thank michebabyblue, Pinkyblue-ice and rob979 for reviewing! This is what keeps me writing!

CHAPTER 1- THE PAST

My brother got to the first victims house less than 20 minutes. As I heard knocking I was taking out a pair of gloves for him. I opened the door and saw my brother standing out side in the dark with a smile. He was wearing his trademark clothing. A black top underneath a unbuttoned red top and a long leather jacket, he had it closed because of the winter wind so I couldn't see his ridiculous tight jeans. (thank god) and can see his boots I got for him for Christmas last year. Not to forget his peroxide blonde hair was combed back and he had his eye brow with the big scare arched up and his lips puckered up waiting for a kiss. He was trying tot make me laugh. It worked. I giggled as my jerk of a brother never took anything serious stepped inside. I threw him the gloves.

"This way Billy Idol," I teased, he rolled his eyes and put the gloves on.

"Oh I see," I turned and frowned at him. He explained in his annoying yet lovable British accent. "You want me to come all the way down here and help you with one of your impossible cases so me and the family can't see you more?" he asked. I flashed him one of my winning smiles and shrugged innocently.

When we got to the car my brother said.

"Ohhh look a car, what a surprise" he said sarcastically with my good hearing I heard him say. "Yay more work." I turned and glared at him, then he got serious and said.

"What's wrong with it?" leaned up against the wall next to Devil.

"Look William-" I began but he interrupted me.

"Spike! Buffy, no one calls me William anymore" he snapped. I brought my hand up to the bridge of my nose. Slowly but surely I was getting a headache.

"Right whatever, I'm at a dead end to this case and I feel something's out of place about this car." I said simply he nodded and crouched down.

"Right luv leave it to the spike," I rolled my eyes what feels like the hundredth time that night. Before closing my eyes to give them a break. See I trained my self to sleep lightly standing if I was working night after night, which I was. I checked my watch. 11.45 PM great. Willows gonna kill me I was supposed to call her about my date but I got side tracked. I closed my eyes and let darkness take over.

"Buffy!" I snapped my eyes open and saw devil watching spike closely and spike inspecting the drivers door. I rubbed my eyes and crouched next to him.

"Whatcha got?" I asked and reached into my tight jeans for my small note book.

"This door is new. The engines old so the car must have been in a accident. The impact happened here." he pointed at the middle of the driver's door. "The door had to be replaced and the tyres are new." I smiled finally some new information.

"That's great spike. Let's pay a visit to the rest of the victim's cars." I say and stood. Spike sighed and said.

"How many more?" he asked he wasn't complaining he was just curious. I looked at him sadly.

"Four, there's four so Far." he nodded and I checked my watch. 12.12 AM.

At around 2.50 AM I entered the station.

"Boss!" my boss stuck his head out of his office door. He had a cup of tea in one hand and a file in another. His brown with a tinge of grey hair was scruffy and his grey eyes looked tiredly out of glasses.

"Buffy? You were meant to be back 2 hours ago!" I cringed at his angry British accent. Opps I forgot.

"Sorry Giles. But I found something with the serial killer case." I saw the corner of his mouth twitch up but held a serious face instead. He came out of his office and closed the door before walking closer to me.

"You what?" I smiled.

"I found something"

"I found something you mean." I turned and glared at my brother. He raised his hands in surrender.

"But you idea totally" he quickly covered, I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Each of the victims had their cars recently fixed. And all had new tyres, I know it's not much but any new information is worth it right?" Giles took off his glasses and polished them to think.

"How do you know?" he asked

"My brother is a panel beater." I motioned to my brother. Spike stepped in

"It's not done by a high paid panel beater like me sir, but the panels that got repaired aren't hard to fix." Giles nodded and whispered to me.

"How come you didn't get our guys to do it?" I bit on my bottom lip and said.

"Didn't trust em boss," he sighed and put on his glasses.

"Are you suggesting that a panel beater that repaired these cars is responsible?" I looked down at my desk at the files and papers.

"I don't think we have enough information to say that, but it certainly connects all the victims." I rubbed my eyes tiredly.

"Gunn, Wes!" two of my closest friends and detectives emerged each with coffee cups in hand.

"go down to each of the victims cars and take photo evidence." they both nodded and left. Then Giles turned to look at me with new determination.

"And you, go home, you've been here for 3 days." I was about to protest but he interrupted me.

"No Summers! That's an order!" my head dropped in surrender. I didn't even notice spike smiling smugly behind me. Before Giles could enter is office he turned around and said.

"Oh, and I believe you meet Mr O'Connor at the first victims crime scene" I nodded sadly remembering my encounter with Liam and spike stiffened behind me. "Well good he said you two were close friends in LA so I hope you don't mind taking him under you wing as he is new to Sunnydale and would need a place to stay," he glared at me, daring me to object but I stood tall and said.

"Yes sir," he smiled and went into his office and yelled out.

"Have a good night Detective summers, come in late if you wish tomorrow, just make sure you bring Mr O'Connor back in one peace." shortly after Giles went in Liam came out with a duffel bag in hand, he had a uncertain nearly frightened look on his face. When he came close I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Buffy I-"

"Shut up and follow me," I collected my files and weapons and walked out with spike, Liam and devil following me.

After a quick chat to my brother, well first I had to calm him down, because he was so pissed at Liam being there because of what he did ages ago, I had to punch him hard in the stomach to shut him up telling him it's no ones fault and that my boss doesn't know anything and that I can handle myself. Yeah right.

"Ok," I half sighed and half said as I opened my door to my apartment. It was small and clearly fit for one person. Devil came in and disappeared in one room. I was too tired to do anything so I motioned to my big leather couch.

"Liam there's the couch. Have a good night." I went into my room and sat on my bed, trying to ignore all the feeling surging inside of me. After a shower I dressed in a sliver oversize pj top and pink boxes.

As I lie in my darkened room I listen to shuffling of my ex-boyfriends movements though out my apartment but shouldn't take long because of it's size. When you enter there's a small kitchenette tot the left with the usual stuff like refrigerator and stove ect. From the front door in front of you when you enter there is a black leather couch with a small TV sitting rather close then behind the couch is my desk with case files and photos of my cases and stuff a book shelf next to that and large window beaming in behind my desk. Then in the corner next to the kitchen is my room with a un-suite. Very, very small.

I looked back at the time and noticed it was 3:20 AM. Devil was fast asleep and I tried to get to sleep as well but I noticed that it was a chilly night and I had no blankets out there so I did the impossible for me and got out of bed with a warm blanket in hand and headed to the lounge. Where Liam was.

It was dark but I can see his pale glow of his bare back from the shimmering moonlight coming though my large windows. He was lying on his side as I approached him with the blanket in my limp hands, his well muscle back becoming a bad distraction I took the short time I had to admire his body. His large tattoo gryphon was flirting with me as his back twitched with whatever dream he was dreaming, his spiky brown hair was mused as I could tell he brought his hand though it a lot when he was thinking. As I was remembering how many times I used to scratch at his back during our past relationship he groan ed and turned over to his back to make my mouth drop open as I had nearly forgotten how sexy he was at the front as well as the back his abs clearly showed and his shoulders had gotten broader from the last time I saw him. He was absolutely, deliciously sexy that I wanted to feel his god of a body and forget what happened so long ago. As I was starting to think of all the non-polite things I should do to him right now as he sleeps. I was hearing a small voice in the back of my mind.

Summers he's your ex! I nodded agreeing and put the blanket on him he moved for a bit and my fingers brushed his firm shoulder. God! I feel like licking that lickable chest of his. I suppressed a groan.

EX EX EX! I tip toed away from him and was considering if I should forgive him or not. But the picture of the past flickered up before my eyes the memory of what happened. Then there was one thought.

I'll never forgive him.

A/N sorry it took so long work has been crazy- um the next one is about what happened that ruined our best couples relationship.