Author's Notes: This is an AU story... you know the drill - no vamps,
slayers, hellmouth and such. Just two regular people who drive each other
nuts.
The story is a joined effort of Boogee and Silver. How did it come to be,
you ask?
Well... In the beginning there was nothing... a vast space... OK, let's
skip that part... Boogee came up with the idea... Silver threw in her
ideas... Boogee approved... Silver wrote an outline... Boogee supplied it
with some details... Silver took over and filled in the blanks and added
more details... then Boogee snatched it out of her hands and squeezed in
even more details... and voila! You have a story!
Summary: William 'Spike' Whirlington is the best at what he does. He cracks every single case he gets within days, and doesn't give a crap about the rules. His methods leave a lot to be wished for but he always gets the work done. That is until he gets a case from hell... and with it a client, who gets on his last nerves.
Rating: PG-13 for the 'F' word. Will eventually become R.
Spoilers: None whatsoever. This is completely AU, where there are so Slayers or Vampires. No Hellmouth either.
Disclaimers: The characters of BTVS and ATS belong to Joss Wheldon and Mutant Enemy
Feedback: Pretty please, silverflakez@earthlink.net (Silver) and vdw@nuvox.net (Boogee)
Fire and Ice By Silver & Boogee
Chapter 1
Detective William "Spike" Whirlington sat in his office going through papers from the case he was currently working on. A woman had been murdered. It was as clear as a cloudless sky that the husband of a said victim was the murderer. His testimony made no sense, he spoke with a dreadful calmness, and his alibi was not very reliable. Spike nodded to himself, deep in thought, as he re-read it again. Everything now made sense, in a not-making-any-sense kind of way. All he had to do now was to prove that the supposedly broken with grief husband was a lying bastard, and the case would be closed. But it was easier said than done.
The door to Spike's office opened and a young, blonde woman walked in carrying a tray with fresh cup of steamy cocoa, a box of white tiny marshmallows and a plate of chocolate chip cookies. She approached the desk and set it down in front of him, leaning over slightly and 'accidentally' exposing her cleavage. Spike, however, didn't even bother lifting his head from the papers as the young woman tried in vain to get his attention. He just murmured a quiet 'Thank you, Harmony,' too preoccupied with the case.
She sighed loudly and shook her head in defeat leaving him to his work. Just as she was about to open the door and step out, she remembered something.
"Oh. There's a call for you on line three. It's Dru."
It was obvious by the way she said it that she didn't care for the woman too much. She had been harboring a crush on Spike ever since he came to The States five years ago and was determined to let him know what her feelings for him, and in that situation, for his girlfriend, were.
He was an extremely handsome, British man, but he wasn't the usual stereotypical British type that you would think of. He always wore blue jeans to work, even though his superiors did not approve. That and, along with his bleached blond hair, he was dead sexy. But they did overlooked his quirks because he was so good at what he did. He worked extremely hard on every case that was assigned to him. Like now. He was so focused on what he was reading he didn't hear her.
"Huh?" He asked, looking up from his desk.
Harmony was standing by the door, her short mini skirt exposing her tanned long legs and the top showing off her best features. Spike had to force himself from rolling his eyes at the way she dressed. It was so obvious that she was trying to get his attention. He hated obvious women. They weren't challenging enough for him.
She sighed when she saw his lack of interest with her in his eyes and answered the question.
"It's your girlfriend, sir. Do you want me to tell her you are in a meeting?"
He knew she didn't like her. Well, for that matter nobody in the agency liked her. And sometimes he wondered himself why he was with her. He shook his head and let out a deep sigh.
"Bloody hell," were the first words out of his mouth. "No, I'll take it luv, put her through."
She nodded and walked out of the office closing the doors behind her.
"Dru," he said into the phone when he picked it up. "Is something wrong, why are you calling me here?" He asked not really wanting her to answer.
"Hey baby, what's the matter? I can't call you at work to tell you how much I love you?" He heard her almost squeaking voice through the earpiece and flinched involuntary.
"It's just that you know I don't like you calling me here, luv. Not at the place where I earn my paycheck."
They had a big fight the night before. It was becoming a habit between them. And as always it was about the same thing. She wanted to get married, he didn't. They'd only been dating for eight months now, and he just wasn't ready. It was a big step for him, and besides, he always considered himself not to be the marrying type. Of course he didn't tell her that. There were things she simply couldn't understand about him, and that was one of them. So, she kept with the yammering about the marriage, and how her biological clock was ticking, and her kept on rolling his eyes and tuning her out. Sometimes it wasn't even worth explaining things to her.
"Well I just wanted to call and apologize for the fight we had last night since you weren't gonna do it." She said.
"Look, you know this is not the time or place to talk about this. Wait until I get home, then we'll talk about it, alright?"
Spike was getting a little irritated with her, but was trying to stay calm so not to make a scene in front of his colleagues. After all, his office had glass walls and he was practically exposed to the world.
"Spike," she called him.
"Hey, I thought I told you to never bloody call me that," he hissed into the receiver.
He really hated her calling him by his nick-name. That honor was reserved for his closest friends only. At this point in their relationship, they were far from friends.
"I'm hanging this phone up right now, and I don't want you to ever call me here again. Do you understand me?!"
He was fuming inside. How could three minutes on the phone with his girlfriend make him so mad? He couldn't understand it.
"Fine," she bit back. "No wait, that's not fine. See here 'Spike'... ," she made sure to put some emphasis on his name just to piss him off that much more. "I don't know what the fuck your problem is but I'm getting tired of it. And if you don't start to change your ways with me, then we're through."
"Fine!" was all he said to her before he slammed down the phone.
When he looked up, all eyes in the agency were staring at him. He stalked to the glass wall, the icy look in his eyes.
"OK people, go about your bloody business!" he yelled, yanking the blinds down to hide himself from the curious looks.
He said that word a lot -bloody- when he was angry. And talking to her made it just another day for him, a long bloody day.
tbc...
Summary: William 'Spike' Whirlington is the best at what he does. He cracks every single case he gets within days, and doesn't give a crap about the rules. His methods leave a lot to be wished for but he always gets the work done. That is until he gets a case from hell... and with it a client, who gets on his last nerves.
Rating: PG-13 for the 'F' word. Will eventually become R.
Spoilers: None whatsoever. This is completely AU, where there are so Slayers or Vampires. No Hellmouth either.
Disclaimers: The characters of BTVS and ATS belong to Joss Wheldon and Mutant Enemy
Feedback: Pretty please, silverflakez@earthlink.net (Silver) and vdw@nuvox.net (Boogee)
Fire and Ice By Silver & Boogee
Chapter 1
Detective William "Spike" Whirlington sat in his office going through papers from the case he was currently working on. A woman had been murdered. It was as clear as a cloudless sky that the husband of a said victim was the murderer. His testimony made no sense, he spoke with a dreadful calmness, and his alibi was not very reliable. Spike nodded to himself, deep in thought, as he re-read it again. Everything now made sense, in a not-making-any-sense kind of way. All he had to do now was to prove that the supposedly broken with grief husband was a lying bastard, and the case would be closed. But it was easier said than done.
The door to Spike's office opened and a young, blonde woman walked in carrying a tray with fresh cup of steamy cocoa, a box of white tiny marshmallows and a plate of chocolate chip cookies. She approached the desk and set it down in front of him, leaning over slightly and 'accidentally' exposing her cleavage. Spike, however, didn't even bother lifting his head from the papers as the young woman tried in vain to get his attention. He just murmured a quiet 'Thank you, Harmony,' too preoccupied with the case.
She sighed loudly and shook her head in defeat leaving him to his work. Just as she was about to open the door and step out, she remembered something.
"Oh. There's a call for you on line three. It's Dru."
It was obvious by the way she said it that she didn't care for the woman too much. She had been harboring a crush on Spike ever since he came to The States five years ago and was determined to let him know what her feelings for him, and in that situation, for his girlfriend, were.
He was an extremely handsome, British man, but he wasn't the usual stereotypical British type that you would think of. He always wore blue jeans to work, even though his superiors did not approve. That and, along with his bleached blond hair, he was dead sexy. But they did overlooked his quirks because he was so good at what he did. He worked extremely hard on every case that was assigned to him. Like now. He was so focused on what he was reading he didn't hear her.
"Huh?" He asked, looking up from his desk.
Harmony was standing by the door, her short mini skirt exposing her tanned long legs and the top showing off her best features. Spike had to force himself from rolling his eyes at the way she dressed. It was so obvious that she was trying to get his attention. He hated obvious women. They weren't challenging enough for him.
She sighed when she saw his lack of interest with her in his eyes and answered the question.
"It's your girlfriend, sir. Do you want me to tell her you are in a meeting?"
He knew she didn't like her. Well, for that matter nobody in the agency liked her. And sometimes he wondered himself why he was with her. He shook his head and let out a deep sigh.
"Bloody hell," were the first words out of his mouth. "No, I'll take it luv, put her through."
She nodded and walked out of the office closing the doors behind her.
"Dru," he said into the phone when he picked it up. "Is something wrong, why are you calling me here?" He asked not really wanting her to answer.
"Hey baby, what's the matter? I can't call you at work to tell you how much I love you?" He heard her almost squeaking voice through the earpiece and flinched involuntary.
"It's just that you know I don't like you calling me here, luv. Not at the place where I earn my paycheck."
They had a big fight the night before. It was becoming a habit between them. And as always it was about the same thing. She wanted to get married, he didn't. They'd only been dating for eight months now, and he just wasn't ready. It was a big step for him, and besides, he always considered himself not to be the marrying type. Of course he didn't tell her that. There were things she simply couldn't understand about him, and that was one of them. So, she kept with the yammering about the marriage, and how her biological clock was ticking, and her kept on rolling his eyes and tuning her out. Sometimes it wasn't even worth explaining things to her.
"Well I just wanted to call and apologize for the fight we had last night since you weren't gonna do it." She said.
"Look, you know this is not the time or place to talk about this. Wait until I get home, then we'll talk about it, alright?"
Spike was getting a little irritated with her, but was trying to stay calm so not to make a scene in front of his colleagues. After all, his office had glass walls and he was practically exposed to the world.
"Spike," she called him.
"Hey, I thought I told you to never bloody call me that," he hissed into the receiver.
He really hated her calling him by his nick-name. That honor was reserved for his closest friends only. At this point in their relationship, they were far from friends.
"I'm hanging this phone up right now, and I don't want you to ever call me here again. Do you understand me?!"
He was fuming inside. How could three minutes on the phone with his girlfriend make him so mad? He couldn't understand it.
"Fine," she bit back. "No wait, that's not fine. See here 'Spike'... ," she made sure to put some emphasis on his name just to piss him off that much more. "I don't know what the fuck your problem is but I'm getting tired of it. And if you don't start to change your ways with me, then we're through."
"Fine!" was all he said to her before he slammed down the phone.
When he looked up, all eyes in the agency were staring at him. He stalked to the glass wall, the icy look in his eyes.
"OK people, go about your bloody business!" he yelled, yanking the blinds down to hide himself from the curious looks.
He said that word a lot -bloody- when he was angry. And talking to her made it just another day for him, a long bloody day.
tbc...