Black Widow, Session 2
The Widow Cometh
By: Hotaru
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Last time…
"Well…we have photos of The Widow, and the locations she's hit. We should be able to figure out where she'd hit next." Spike continued. "Or, you could pose as a handsome, love seeking billionaire and lure her to you." Faye offered, nonchalantly hinting at how she found Spike attractive.
Spike chuckled softly. "Do I look like a billionaire to you? I'm malnourished for Godssakes." The two laughed lightly. "It was just an idea." Faye said defensivly. "We'd have to get the cops involved…" Spike said, actually considering the thought. A short while later, they had decided that Spike would pose as a billionaire. The police chief wasn't exactly thrilled with the whole plan, but agreed that Spike and Faye would get all the help they needed.
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"Let's go over this one more time before we land." Faye said as they prepared to land on Venus. "Alright. I'm going to be Maximillian DeBarach III, son of Maximillian DeBarach II. She'll take me for DeBarach II, but later finds out from a phone call I receive that I'm his son, taking care of the house for a little while. You, my beautiful French maid Collette Saint-Claire bring us wine, chocolate-covered strawberries and all sorts of seduction foods, and I get the evidence needed to positivly ID her, cuff her, and voilà! We're 50 mil richer." Spike said, for the hundreth time.
Faye smiled, noticing that he had called her beautiful. "I believe we're ready to collect our bounty." She said, and with that, they began their decent to Venus. They had decided to meet the police chief and the crew that would assist them at the police station, so they hailed a ride and were on their way. "How am I going to pose as a billionaire?" Spike asked. Faye grinned. "They'll make you up all pretty, put on expensive jewelery, a fancy suit, some nice cologne…they know billionaires Spike, not everyone is poor like us."
Soon, they arrived at the police station and were sitting at a table with the crew. "It is of the utmost importance that we stop the Black Widow before she kills again. Our men have assured us that tonight, two hours to mid-night, she will come to the home of Maximillian DeBarach, and attempt to seduce Mr. Spiegal." The police chief began. "Mr. Spiegal—" he continued before Spike interrupted. "Ah, can you just call me Spike?" he asked, despising formalities. "Alright…Spike will be wearing a wire, so we'll be able to hear the conversation. There will be three main questions you will ask, and if she gives the answer we want, you just ah…keep her there until we get inside. Do you understand?"
Faye and Spike nodded their heads. "Good. Ms. Valentine, you'll go with them to get prepared to be a French maid, and Mr….I mean, Spike, you'll go with them and get turned into a billionaire. Dismissed." Spike smiled at Faye as they were whisked off to different areas. "There are several aspects of being a billionaire that you must get down. For example..your hair." A quite-prissy man said, standing before Spike. Spike looked up at the mass of green and asked, "What about it?" The man sighed deeply and grabbed a comb and hair gel.
"Rich people are very sophisticated, and don't allow themselves to be seen a wreck." Spike could only grit his teeth as he was attacked by the man and the comb. "It feels like you're ripping my scalp out." Spike said, as he felt his forehead being lifted by his hair. "Well that should tell you something about how you maintain your hair, shouldn't it?" The man said, pulling some more. /I hope Faye is having a better time than I am./ Spike thought bitterly as his knuckles turned white from gripping the arm of the chair so tight.
Faye was sitting comfortably, as a wig was attached to her hair. "We're going to have to color your eye-brows in an auburn color to match the wig, but you'll be able to wash it out." A woman said, fastening the wig on. "Alright." Faye replied as she watched herself in the mirror. Make-up was applied, next came the dress. "Put this on please." The woman instructed. Faye eyed the dress cautiously. It hardly looked like a womans dress, maybe a childs, but certainly not for a full grown woman.
Somehow, Faye managed to keep everything tucked inside the dress, although there was more cleavage shown than what she normally wore. "Stockings." The woman said, giving Faye some good ol' fish-nets. "And the shoes." Finally, Faye was finished. She looked herself in the mirror and sighed. /At least I'll get a chance to see how Spike likes the way I look./ she thought, trying to convince herself it was for a good cause. "You'll have to get a French accent, so just use 'z' and 'how you say..' a lot, and you'll do fine." The woman instructed.
A short while later, they were sent to the mansion home of the real Maximillan DeBarach II. The police had called him to let him know of the situation, and although he was royally pissed that a sting operation would be performed in his house, he concurred. Faye and Spike stayed in the kitchen while the police set up the house. Faye tried not to laugh at Spike's slicked back, gel soaked hair. "I know what you want to say, so just say it." Spike said, crossing his arms. "Huh? What are you talking about?" Faye asked innocently.
"You want to laugh at me and say how stupid I look." Spike answered. Faye laughed slightly. "Yes, I do want to laugh, but I wasn't going to say how stupid you look. It's a nice break from your usual mop of hair." She replied, pulling on her skirt. Spike peered at her with one eye. "Oh really? So you're enjoying this then?" he asked. Faye shook her head quickly. "No! Well…ah…maybe..but what about you, huh!? I know you're checking me out." She said, quickly changing the subject.
Spike slowly turned his head and eyed Faye up and down. "Did you expect me not to?" he asked. Faye grinned inwardly. "Well, I know how irresistable I am. And the whole French maid get up just adds on to the attraction." She said, crossing her legs. Spike was about to reply when the police team in charge of the operation entered the room. "Spike, Faye, we're all set. Just remember to stick to the plan, ask the questions about her past regarding husbands, ecetera ecetera, and we'll have the house surrounded, inside and out."
Spike and Faye nodded. "Good. The Widow will be here shortly. In the mean time, pretend you're going about your daily buisness being a billionaire and his maid. Good luck." The police left, well some of them at least. The house was filled with officers hiding out, awaiting the precise moment to arrest the Black Widow. "So does this mean you have to make me dinner?" Spike, ahem, Maximillan asked. Faye shrugged. "You already know I can't cook." She replied. "But…Collette, you have to be able to cook."
The two went into the kitchen, where a dinner was already made. "Surprise, surprise, monsieur DeBarach." Faye said, loading on the French accent. "I 'ave already made ze dinner pour tu." Spike smiled and sat at the head of the table. "Ah, Collette, it looks divine!" Spike said, sounding just like some rich old man. Faye smiled, and poured a glass of wine. "Only ze best for Monsieur DeBarach." She said, bending over and placing the glass of wine in front of Spike. He swirled it around, inhaling it's rich scent deeply. "Aren't you going to eat, Collette?" Spike asked, pulling out his silver cigarette holder.
"Allow me, monsieur." Faye said, taking the case. She pulled a cigarette out, and lit it before placing it inbetween Spike's lips. "Thank you." Spike murmured. There was an awkward silence before Spike began to eat. "Please, sit down. You deserve a rest." He said, gesturing to the seat beside him. Faye sat down slowly and folded her hands. "Take some food." Spike said, or rather ordered, pointing his fork and the feast in the center of the table. Slowly, Faye did take some food, and began to eat it daintly.
"I wonder how Jet and Ed are doing." Spike said in a low voice. "They're probably fine. Jet is sort of like a father figure to Ed." Faye replied, dropping her accent. The police obviously overheard, because Faye heard in her earpiece the scolding of the operation leader. "What do you think you're doing? Don't drop the act for one minute! You don't know what kind of operation she runs." Faye rolled her eyes. "I hope ze food is…how you say.? Delicious?" she said, picking the accent up, again.
Spike finished off his wine and held the glass out. "Oh yes, it's to die for." He said as Faye went to fill his glass up. After dinner, it was only a matter of time before the widow arrived. Spike was lounging in the den, cigarette in hand. Faye was tidying up around the house, and the police had their eyes locked. The music that was the door bell played, and it made both Spike and Faye jump slightly. "I'll get it." Spike called out, just as planned. He went to the front door and opened it slowly.
"May I help you?" he asked, looking down at the woman before him. "Please excuse me, kind sir, but my car has broken down a half a mile down the road. May I be so daring as to ask to use your phone?" The woman asked. Spike opened the door and let the woman in. "It's right this way." Spike said, leading the woman to the den. "Excuse me, one moment." Spike said, escaping into the kitchen. He and Faye were silent, listening to the police chief. "She's not calling anyone, just a dead number. She's talking, but no one is on the other end….alright, she's off."
A short while later, Spike returned to the den. "It'll be a little while before they come to pick up my car." The woman, who was positivly I.D.'d as the Widow, said. "Alright. Would you like a drink?" Spike asked suavely. "Yes, please." The Widow said. "Collette." Spike called. Faye entered and bowed her head. "I zid not know Monsieur DeBarach had company." She said, smiling slightly. "Collette, bring us some wine and hors d'ouerves." Spike said, sitting on the couch beside the woman.
"What a wonderful home you have." The Widow said, glancing around the room. "Thank you. Collette keeps it in top-shape." Spike replied. "Where is your wife? Out for the evening?" The Widow asked, beginning to weave her web. Spike chuckled lightly. "My wife? I'm afraid I haven't been that fortunate." He replied. "Oh…I just thought that a handsome man such as yourself wouldn't be single." The Widow said. Spike chuckled again. "If only other woman believed that much of me." He said.
Spike drummed his fingers on the arm of the leather sofa. Faye entered, carrying a silver platter with two glasses of wine and a plate of chocolate-dipped strawberries. "Please forgive me, Master DeBarach." Faye said, placing the tray on an end table. She handed a glass to Spike and Widow and smiled. "I hope ze strawberries are frezh." Spike winked and said, "I'm sure they are Collette. You have a keen eye for wonderful things." Faye flushed slightly but smiled. "Zank you sir. Pleaze, excuse me." She said, backing into the kitchen.
"Cheers." Spike said, clinking his glass against the widows. "Ah, of course. Cheers." The widow said, taking a dainty sip of her wine. "Would you..like a strawberry?" Spike asked, putting the tray in between them. The Widow smiled, quite devilishly in fact and nodded. Spike listened to the instructions given to him by the police chief. Doing as told, he picked up a strawberry and held it in front of the Widow's lips. "Wait until she opens her mouth." Closing her eyes, the Widow opened her mouth. Spike fed her the strawberry and smirked.
"Mmm…" The Widow moaned, opening her eyes again. "How delicious." She said, picking up a strawberry and offering it to Spike. "No thank you, I'm allergic to strawberries." Spike said. The Widow seemed taken back. "But…I don't understand. Why did you ask your maid to bring them then?" She asked. Spike smiled. "Well…even though I have no idea how chocolate-dipped strawberries taste, I know that everyone else enjoys them. How could I be sure you'd like what I like?" he asked.
"You don't sound like a millionaire, Spiegal!" The police chief said warningly. "But, Mr. DeBarach…I don't want you to go through any trouble for little ol' me." The Widow said. Spike smiled and took a sip of his wine. "Please Ms…what did you say your name was?" Spike asked. "Oh..I never did tell you my name. It's Caterine Anne Moiley Orion the fourth." "Bingo! That's one of the Widow's many alias. Hang in there Spike, we've almost got her."
Spike smiled. "That's quite a long name, Caterine." He said, shifting closer to the widow. "Thank you. My husband used to call me Kitty Cat." She said, getting solemn. "Your husband?" Spike asked. The Widow looked away. "My…late husband, Cid Binrailey. He was a wonderful, wonderful man." "Cid Binrailey, that's one of the billionaires she's killed. Keep it up Spike!" The police chief said, sounding excited. "I'm sorry..it's so painful when you lose a loved one, isn't it?" Spike said, placing a hand on the Widow's shoulder.
She nodded and placed her glass of wine on a table. "I feel like a disease sometimes, Mr. DeBarach." The Widow said tearfully. "Please…call me Max." Spike said, putting on his sympathetic face. "Alright, Max..you wouldn't have any idea what kind of life I've had. I've been married three times..and all three times, my husbands died. The doctors said it was from natural causes but…how am I supposed to believe that?! I'm like a parasite.." Spike put his glass of wine on the table and embraced the Widow.
"Caterine..don't be silly. You couldn't have possibly had anything to do with the death of your husbands. You know…it could always be that they couldn't handle a woman of your calibur. Perhaps they were stressed over the fact that they thought they didn't deserve you and died because of it." Spike said, touching the Widow's hair. Faye was watching Spike and the Widow through the key hole, and she couldn't help but feel sad when Spike touched the Widow. /Even though I know this is all an act…I can't help feeling betrayed./ Faye thought.
/She reminds me of Julia../ Spike mused, being taken in by her charm for a moment as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Thank you Max..it's nice to know that you're not afraid of me." The Widow said, pressing her cheek against Spike's hand. Spike chuckled slightly. "Now why would I have a reason to be afraid of you, my dear?" he asked. The phone rang, causing Faye to nearly fall into the door. She ran and got the phone quickly. "Hello?"
"Hello Collette, this is Master DeBarach II, is Max there?" It was the DeBarach.
"Ah, bonsoir monsieur! I will get him!"
Faye brought the phone into the den and said, "Monsieur, it is your fah-zer." She handed Spike the phone and went back into the kitchen. "Hello father…yes, yes, I am well. As a matter of fact, I do have company…a few more days? Yes, we'll be alright, as long as Collette continues to make her fabulous meals…alright, goodnight father." Spike hung up the phone and sighed. "Who was that? Your father?" The Widow asked.
"Yes, Maximillian DeBarach the second. He's away on buisness and asked me to take care of the house while he was gone." Spike said, sitting back down on the couch. "I didn't know he had a son. I hear about your father all the time on the news, but it was never mentioned that he had a son." The Widow said. Spike raised his eyebrows. "Really? You'd think I'd be mentioned, seeing how I'll be getting his company and stocks when he passes." He said, looking at the ceiling. "Very smart Spiegal. Almost caught her!"
The Widow slid on the couch over to Spike and smiled. "They should be coming to get my car soon. I'd really like to…get to know you better." She said, tracing her finger along Spike's jawline. "Ah..I'll be here for a few more days. My father got held up, so I'll be watching the house, the money, the fine furniture, ecetera ecetera." Spike said, waving his hand. The Widow smiled again. "I'd love to see the rest of the house. My husbands have always been rich, but they never did anything good with their money. I was forced to make use of that money in a positive way." The Widow said.
"That's it! We got her! We're coming in now Spike, hold on." The police chief nearly screamed. Spike could only nod, and the police charged into the room and grabbed the Widow. "What's the meaning of this?! Max, do something!" The Widow cried. Spike stood up and ruffled his hair, re-gaining his long-lost fro. "Sorry, Black Widow, I'm not Maximillian DeBarach III." He said, pulling out a cigarette. "Spike Spiegal, experienced bountry hunter at your service." He continued, offering her his hand.
The Widow's lip quivered slightly. "But…this can't be!" She exclaimed as the cops dragged her off. "Call me the next time there's a bounty on your head." Spike called, turning to see Faye. "Congratulations, Spike. You pulled off being sophisticated." She said smugly, pulling the cigarette from his lips and bringing it to her own. Spike chuckled softly. "And you pulled off being a French maid walking on five inch heels. I commend you, Miss Valentine." He said as they headed into the kitchen to collect their bounty.
"It's not an easy task, I'll tell you that much!" Faye said, rubbing her calves. "Great job, Spike, Faye. Come on down to the station and we'll discuss the bounty." The police chief said, patting them each on the back. "Discuss? What's to discuss? You give us the 50 mil, we leave, end of story." Faye said, sensing they weren't going to get quite that much money.
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Back in their normal clothes at the station house, Spike and Faye were seated in front of the police chief's desk. "Now…the bounty for the Black Widow was at 50 million woolong. Buuuutt…seeing how you needed our help, and we assisted, as did the real Maximillian DeBarach, we had our expenses." Spike and Faye growled lowly. "Get to the point, chief. Just how much of a deduction are we talking here?" Spike asked, leaning forward. The chief sighed and wiped his brow.
"The most you're gonna get, with taxes and what not…is 350,000 woolong." Spike and Faye simultaniously jumped up from their seats. "What the hell do you mean the most we're gonna get!? We practically nabbed this billionaire murderer and we get a measly 350,000 woolong!? You can kiss my ass for that price!" Faye screamed, putting her foot on the desk. "Please, Miss Valentine! Believe me, we tried to bargain with those offering the bounty, but they wouldn't go any higher." The Police Chief said, folding his hands.
Spike's eyes glinted. "Fine, we'll go and bargain ourselves. Give us their coordinates and we'll leave peacefully." He offered, crossing his arms. "Please, Mr. Spiegal…"
Spike pointed his gun at the chief and shook his head. "We're not going to bargain with you sir. Give us the coordinates." He ordered. Grumbling, the chief handed them the information and said, "There, now bring any trouble here and we'll have you arrested." Spike and Faye left the station quickly before they were charged with assault.
Continued Next Session…
NOW WE'RE EVEN…