Previously-

He needed some time to himself for thinking. So he left and just started wandering around, aimlessly. Eventually he found himself out the front of Buffy's, the last place he intended to go. He starred at it for a long while before he turned around to head away, and without a second to notice who this figure was in front of him, a big punch knocked him out.

Chapter 14- Bloody Hell!

Spike woke to find himself tied to a chair, with a throbbing head. "Bloody hell", he whispered to himself.

He looked up to see where he was. He was in a small one-room apartment. To his far left there was a bed, straight ahead was a window curtained over, and to his right was a small kitchen. It was a cheap apartment, one that somebody would only intend on staying in if the idea was to barely be there at all. To his right, as far as his head would allow him to turn, there was a door. Spike looked down at the rope that was tying him to the chair. He wriggled to get loose, but the rope was very secure. He started to stagger himself with the chair towards the door, before the same figure who must have punched him out grabbed his chair and vigorously pulled him back into place. It made a quick sweep around to lean over Spike, a hand on each arm of the chair. Spike was barely still conscious, so he took a little too long to realize who it was.

A/N- Thankyou all so much for your ideas! The ideas you all gave me defiantly helped me come to the conclusion of this characters aim. Once again, THANKYOU :D.

And I am sorry this took so long. My ideas decided to slowly come together here. I hope you still enjoy it though!

Spike gave him that smug reaction when his eyes finally allowed him focus on the man. "Captain Cardboard", he smirked.

Riley lifted himself from his position, "So, Spike. Wandering around Buffy's house in the middle of the night. Reason?" he asked starting to pace the room.

"Hmmm... actually not too sure about that myself buddy", Spike said, and that was actually the truth for once.

Riley gave him a raise of his eyebrow and tried his hardest to focus on the point he was here. His eyebrow lowered and he gave his head a small shake as if to clear his head. He sighed and continued, "Whatever. Spike, I'm here to capture you. We need to check out on how your chip is coming along. Has there been an troubles?"

Spike instantly thought of how he can now hurt Buffy. But mentioning that to her ex is a sure way to get himself killed. "Pfft. Even if there was trouble, why would I tell you?" he snapped.

"I guess I'm not going to be getting anything out of you", Riley sighed. "They are going to come get us tomorrow morning. So we are stuck here until then."

"So, you expect me to stay tied to this chair all night? Not bloody likely!" Spike yelled.

"Well you don't really have any other choices, do you now?" Riley's voice was calm. There is no way Riley would lose here.

Spike rolled his head around, "Well look out for a hell of a night of screaming. You will not be getting one wink, you twit."

"Don't plan to", Riley grinned.

Spike lifted his eyebrow, "Alright then. You'll be easier to get away from when you are tired."

"Don't get tired", Riley said, his expression blank.

Spike stared at him with an 'explain' expression on his face.

"Don't - get - tired", he repeated, saying each word slowly.

Spike gave up and looked away, nestling himself into the seat to endure this long night.

"Bloody hell!" Spike screamed once again as he woke to another blow to the head from Riley. "What the hell is your problem?"

Riley started unfastening the ropes tying Spike to the chair, "C'mon we have to get out of here."

Spike starting wriggling to help Riley loosen the ropes. As soon as he was free he decided he'd make a run for it.

It took but two minutes for Riley to finish his task, and Spike didn't even give his plan a seconds thought before he put it into action. Spike took a slow step forward, then the next foot turned his slow-motion into a run.

Riley wasn't fussed about this action and went about packing up his belongings like nothing had happened.

After a few minutes had passed, Riley locked the door behind him. When he got outside he found Spike hovering just before the line of sun. There was quite a distance from the door of the apartment building to the edge of light due to that the sun shone behind the building leaving a fairly large shadow. But the building seemed quite deserted, so the sun shone around in a square shape. Spike was trapped.

Riley was about halfway from the door to Spike when Spike turned around.

Spike had already given up when Riley had given him a few minutes while he packed. Riley wore a smug grin.

"Great caption", Spike said flaying his arms once from his side, "So where to?"

Riley didn't say anything while a large black, good-looking, four-wheel-drive speed to a stop inside the shadow.

Riley instructed Spike with his hand to enter the back seat of the car.