Chappy SIX
A/N: Chapter 6 is here. And you have to thank Boogee for that. I was so not
in the mood to write, but she convinced me to do it anyway. What a pal,
what a pal...
Chapy is kind of short, but that's because the next one will be a bit longer... I am talking too much again... I'll shut up now.
You read and review and we'll go back to writing...
Silver&Boogee
Chapter 6:
Spike arrived at the office almost 2 hours late. Yesterday had been a real bitch to him. After dropping off a very pissed off Buffy at her house, he checked into a hotel where he spent most of the night pacing back and forth thinking about Dru, Buffy and this whole situation. Finally he fell asleep at around 5Am only to wake up 4 hours later and discovering that he was late for work yet again.
The thick oak double doors to the agency swung open startling the employees inside. The ones who had worked there longer immediately recognized Spike's look and they hurriedly turned their heads back to their work, trying to avoid the death look on his tired face. The rest of them were either the new people or those who had a serious death wish.
"Good morning, Mr. Whirlington. You are late today. Can I get you..."
"Aspirin, and hot chocolate, Harm," Spike answered shortly, not even stopping or lifting his head up as he spoke.
He just continued straight for his office until he collided with something rather big and hard. Spike's head snapped up to meet the person who obviously wanted to die today. A thick silence washed over the whole agency and everyone held their breaths, watching in anticipation.
"Oh god! I'm sorry...so sorry, sir. I didn't mean to...are you hurt?"
The guy Spike bumped into was looking at him apologetically as he tried to smooth the invisible wrinkles on Spike's duster. Everyone on the office gasped at the man's boldness.
It took a moment for Spike to register what the man was doing before he slapped his hands away from him. He looked around the agency and everyone turned their heads back to their desks as he was sweeping his eyes on them. Then his gaze returned back to the man before him. He didn't recognize the man as one of the Giles' employees and he figured out he must be the new guy Rupert was telling him about some days ago. Spike decided to go easy on him, since he was new and had no idea what he was doing anyway.
"No I'm fine. It takes more than that to hurt me." Spike said.
The man let out a breath of air he was unconsciously holding and closed his eyes briefly.
"Whoo... Thank God. I mean. I am so very sorry for that. This is my first day here and I am, like so nervous, you know? I just came here to LA from Iowa, like 2 weeks ago and I am so trying to make a good impression, you know? People around here are so nice to me. And they told me about this Spike dude." He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Spike. "They told me that he's a real asshole, that guy."
Spike's brow arched at that but he kept quiet.
"So, tell me, dude. Is he really that bad?"
"Oh yeah. He's a real bitch. Especially when he's in one of his moods or he doesn't get enough sleep. You should stay away from him if you fancy your life and your jewels, mate." Spike supplied, mentally holding himself from chuckling out loud.
"Gee... Thanks bro. I owe you one." He said putting his hand on Spike's shoulder. "My name is Riley Finn, by the way. I didn't catch..."
"William. But I go by the name of SPIKE. Or ASSHOLE. I'm sure I have other nicknames, too. Hey. Maybe you could tell me more about that sometimes."
Spike grinned widely as all the color from Riley's face washed out and he dropped his hand from Spike's shoulder.
"Nice meeting ya, Finn. And welcome to our happy family. We are going to have so much fun together." He pinched Riley rather hard on the cheek and walked away, shutting his office doors behind him.
"Dude. You are so dead." A man who was standing near walked up to Riley and patted him on the back, then walked away to his desk shaking his head in astonishment.
Spike watched from his glass office as Finn sat at his desk and tried to look like he was working. He picked up some discarded papers and tried to staple them all together, but he couldn't get the stapler to work. The pile of papers he was holding was too thick. He put them back on the desk, slid the stapler beneath them, leaned over and putting both hands on the stapler he gave it a hard push. Satisfied when it clicked he put the papers away and stood up dragging the stapled case files with him, which were now dangling from his tie. He quickly sat back down and looked around to see if anyone was watching him. Fumbling around trying to get the staple out of his tie, he started jerking at the papers, and in the process he knocked his cup of orange juice over into his lap. When the cold liquid hit his privates, he jumped up shoving his chair backwards, and into another employee, causing him to slam into the wall. By the time Riley was making a mad dash to the bathroom with the case files still hanging from his tie and a fresh orange spot on his crotch, Spike was desperately clutching his stomach and gasping for breath as he laughed and laughed at the poor man's clumsiness. His good mood was quickly spoiled by Harmony who arrived with his aspirin and hot chocolate with tons of mini marshmallows.
The thick oak double doors to the agency swung open startling the employees inside yet again as the small blonde figure stormed in, a murderous look on her face.
Riley had just come back from the bathroom and was walking to his desk when he noticed Elizabeth walk in. She was truly the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on. He was openly staring at her now and he didn't care what other people thought of it. He was so entranced in her beauty he didn't notice the huge water dispenser he was approaching and he bumped into it, his huge, clumsy body easily knocking the 20 gallon plastic bottle out of it. In a mad attempt to rescue the water from spilling he dropped the case files he was holding and he grabbed the bottle and tried to balance it back onto the dispenser.
The intoxicating aroma of vanilla and spices hit his nostrils as Elizabeth walked past him into Giles' office, not even sparing him a glance, and Riley groaned, momentarily distracted. The balancing bottle slipped out of his grasp and the water spilled on Giles' beloved, new carpet soaking everything on it within seconds, including the files he dropped a moment before.
Spike's head shot up when he heard the loud voices outside his office, and grabbing some of the papers he was going to show Giles he walked out only to stop in his tracks at the sight in front of him.
The carpet was soaked wet, the 20 gallon water bottle knocked on the floor and in the middle of it stood Riley Finn with his head in his hands, sobbing loudly, apologizing to hysterical Harmony. Her brand new suede shoes were soaked and probably ruined and she was screaming her little bleached head off at the poor Riley. The other employees were sitting on their desks, feet up on the chairs and laughing hard at the scene before them.
"Poor bastard." Spike shook his head and not caring about his boots, walked past the hysterical pair into Giles' office.
Before entering, however, he heard the loud snotty voice. "Bloody hell!" he cursed and rested his forehead on the door. He calmly counted down from ten to one, then taking in a deep breath he turned the knob and walked in.
"I want him fired!" Buffy screamed to Giles. "Do you have any idea what he put me through last night?" Buffy walked to the desk and slammed her hands on it.
Giles interrupted her, "I assure you, that...that what ever he did...he had good reason to."
"Mr. Giles, he threw me into a garbage dump." She put her hands on her sides and was giving him this look of horror, and then turned to watch Spike walk through the door, not noticing the slight grin Giles gave him.
"Buffy." Spike nodded and smirked at her.
Buffy turned to Giles and pointed to Spike, "THIS?! This thing is your best agent?! Look at him! The way he dresses, his attitude," Buffy laughed when she said, "and that stupid hair."
She fully turned to Spike and asked him, "Got carried away with the bleach, didn't ya?"
Spike raised his eyebrow at her while Giles tried to calm Buffy down. "Mrs. Nelson, if you do indeed want your father found, then I highly suggest you keep Spike here as your agent." He stood up and walked around his desk and stood next to Spike. "He is the best this city has to offer, he will not let you down."
They both were standing there looking at Buffy, waiting for her response.
She took in a deep sigh, "Alright...alright. But he better not let me down, or I'll have his British ass on the grill. No offence, Mr. Giles."
"Err... none taken..."
Giles hardly had a chance to finish before Buffy stormed out walking between them knocking them off balance, leaving them staring at one another.
Giles was the first to speak. "I don't even want to hear about the dumpster." He walked to his desk to sit down. He took out his handkerchief and started to furiously polish his glasses.
Spike laughed at him, "Good...cause believe me, you don't want to hear it." And he walked toward the door and stopped and turned.
"Something stinks here, Giles."
"I.. I don't know what... what you're talking.. " Giles started to stutter, but Spike interrupted him immediately.
"Angel. Mr. Poofy-Name. I had Val check up his record just in case. It's too clean. You worked in the force for a long time, pops. No one has a record THAT clean. I tell ya. Something stinks here really bad. I think I'm gonna give the bloody poofter a visit to see if he's really the good boy Miss Stake-Up-Her-Arse makes him out to be or if he's just a lying bastard."
"Be careful, Spike. And please. Don't get yourself into any trouble, OK. I would like to see you tonight at dinner and not having to drive to the LAPD to bail you out. AGAIN."
"Don't worry pops. I'll be there. Wouldn't miss Anya's horrific stories for the world! Oh. And you might wanna call the carpet cleaner also. New guy has been really active today." Spike grinned and walked out, a panicked and almost hyperventilating Giles hot on his heels.
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tbc... very shortly. Seriously, I'm not joking here. hey! Stop laughing! You better feedback us or we won't write no more...
Chapy is kind of short, but that's because the next one will be a bit longer... I am talking too much again... I'll shut up now.
You read and review and we'll go back to writing...
Silver&Boogee
Chapter 6:
Spike arrived at the office almost 2 hours late. Yesterday had been a real bitch to him. After dropping off a very pissed off Buffy at her house, he checked into a hotel where he spent most of the night pacing back and forth thinking about Dru, Buffy and this whole situation. Finally he fell asleep at around 5Am only to wake up 4 hours later and discovering that he was late for work yet again.
The thick oak double doors to the agency swung open startling the employees inside. The ones who had worked there longer immediately recognized Spike's look and they hurriedly turned their heads back to their work, trying to avoid the death look on his tired face. The rest of them were either the new people or those who had a serious death wish.
"Good morning, Mr. Whirlington. You are late today. Can I get you..."
"Aspirin, and hot chocolate, Harm," Spike answered shortly, not even stopping or lifting his head up as he spoke.
He just continued straight for his office until he collided with something rather big and hard. Spike's head snapped up to meet the person who obviously wanted to die today. A thick silence washed over the whole agency and everyone held their breaths, watching in anticipation.
"Oh god! I'm sorry...so sorry, sir. I didn't mean to...are you hurt?"
The guy Spike bumped into was looking at him apologetically as he tried to smooth the invisible wrinkles on Spike's duster. Everyone on the office gasped at the man's boldness.
It took a moment for Spike to register what the man was doing before he slapped his hands away from him. He looked around the agency and everyone turned their heads back to their desks as he was sweeping his eyes on them. Then his gaze returned back to the man before him. He didn't recognize the man as one of the Giles' employees and he figured out he must be the new guy Rupert was telling him about some days ago. Spike decided to go easy on him, since he was new and had no idea what he was doing anyway.
"No I'm fine. It takes more than that to hurt me." Spike said.
The man let out a breath of air he was unconsciously holding and closed his eyes briefly.
"Whoo... Thank God. I mean. I am so very sorry for that. This is my first day here and I am, like so nervous, you know? I just came here to LA from Iowa, like 2 weeks ago and I am so trying to make a good impression, you know? People around here are so nice to me. And they told me about this Spike dude." He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Spike. "They told me that he's a real asshole, that guy."
Spike's brow arched at that but he kept quiet.
"So, tell me, dude. Is he really that bad?"
"Oh yeah. He's a real bitch. Especially when he's in one of his moods or he doesn't get enough sleep. You should stay away from him if you fancy your life and your jewels, mate." Spike supplied, mentally holding himself from chuckling out loud.
"Gee... Thanks bro. I owe you one." He said putting his hand on Spike's shoulder. "My name is Riley Finn, by the way. I didn't catch..."
"William. But I go by the name of SPIKE. Or ASSHOLE. I'm sure I have other nicknames, too. Hey. Maybe you could tell me more about that sometimes."
Spike grinned widely as all the color from Riley's face washed out and he dropped his hand from Spike's shoulder.
"Nice meeting ya, Finn. And welcome to our happy family. We are going to have so much fun together." He pinched Riley rather hard on the cheek and walked away, shutting his office doors behind him.
"Dude. You are so dead." A man who was standing near walked up to Riley and patted him on the back, then walked away to his desk shaking his head in astonishment.
Spike watched from his glass office as Finn sat at his desk and tried to look like he was working. He picked up some discarded papers and tried to staple them all together, but he couldn't get the stapler to work. The pile of papers he was holding was too thick. He put them back on the desk, slid the stapler beneath them, leaned over and putting both hands on the stapler he gave it a hard push. Satisfied when it clicked he put the papers away and stood up dragging the stapled case files with him, which were now dangling from his tie. He quickly sat back down and looked around to see if anyone was watching him. Fumbling around trying to get the staple out of his tie, he started jerking at the papers, and in the process he knocked his cup of orange juice over into his lap. When the cold liquid hit his privates, he jumped up shoving his chair backwards, and into another employee, causing him to slam into the wall. By the time Riley was making a mad dash to the bathroom with the case files still hanging from his tie and a fresh orange spot on his crotch, Spike was desperately clutching his stomach and gasping for breath as he laughed and laughed at the poor man's clumsiness. His good mood was quickly spoiled by Harmony who arrived with his aspirin and hot chocolate with tons of mini marshmallows.
The thick oak double doors to the agency swung open startling the employees inside yet again as the small blonde figure stormed in, a murderous look on her face.
Riley had just come back from the bathroom and was walking to his desk when he noticed Elizabeth walk in. She was truly the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on. He was openly staring at her now and he didn't care what other people thought of it. He was so entranced in her beauty he didn't notice the huge water dispenser he was approaching and he bumped into it, his huge, clumsy body easily knocking the 20 gallon plastic bottle out of it. In a mad attempt to rescue the water from spilling he dropped the case files he was holding and he grabbed the bottle and tried to balance it back onto the dispenser.
The intoxicating aroma of vanilla and spices hit his nostrils as Elizabeth walked past him into Giles' office, not even sparing him a glance, and Riley groaned, momentarily distracted. The balancing bottle slipped out of his grasp and the water spilled on Giles' beloved, new carpet soaking everything on it within seconds, including the files he dropped a moment before.
Spike's head shot up when he heard the loud voices outside his office, and grabbing some of the papers he was going to show Giles he walked out only to stop in his tracks at the sight in front of him.
The carpet was soaked wet, the 20 gallon water bottle knocked on the floor and in the middle of it stood Riley Finn with his head in his hands, sobbing loudly, apologizing to hysterical Harmony. Her brand new suede shoes were soaked and probably ruined and she was screaming her little bleached head off at the poor Riley. The other employees were sitting on their desks, feet up on the chairs and laughing hard at the scene before them.
"Poor bastard." Spike shook his head and not caring about his boots, walked past the hysterical pair into Giles' office.
Before entering, however, he heard the loud snotty voice. "Bloody hell!" he cursed and rested his forehead on the door. He calmly counted down from ten to one, then taking in a deep breath he turned the knob and walked in.
"I want him fired!" Buffy screamed to Giles. "Do you have any idea what he put me through last night?" Buffy walked to the desk and slammed her hands on it.
Giles interrupted her, "I assure you, that...that what ever he did...he had good reason to."
"Mr. Giles, he threw me into a garbage dump." She put her hands on her sides and was giving him this look of horror, and then turned to watch Spike walk through the door, not noticing the slight grin Giles gave him.
"Buffy." Spike nodded and smirked at her.
Buffy turned to Giles and pointed to Spike, "THIS?! This thing is your best agent?! Look at him! The way he dresses, his attitude," Buffy laughed when she said, "and that stupid hair."
She fully turned to Spike and asked him, "Got carried away with the bleach, didn't ya?"
Spike raised his eyebrow at her while Giles tried to calm Buffy down. "Mrs. Nelson, if you do indeed want your father found, then I highly suggest you keep Spike here as your agent." He stood up and walked around his desk and stood next to Spike. "He is the best this city has to offer, he will not let you down."
They both were standing there looking at Buffy, waiting for her response.
She took in a deep sigh, "Alright...alright. But he better not let me down, or I'll have his British ass on the grill. No offence, Mr. Giles."
"Err... none taken..."
Giles hardly had a chance to finish before Buffy stormed out walking between them knocking them off balance, leaving them staring at one another.
Giles was the first to speak. "I don't even want to hear about the dumpster." He walked to his desk to sit down. He took out his handkerchief and started to furiously polish his glasses.
Spike laughed at him, "Good...cause believe me, you don't want to hear it." And he walked toward the door and stopped and turned.
"Something stinks here, Giles."
"I.. I don't know what... what you're talking.. " Giles started to stutter, but Spike interrupted him immediately.
"Angel. Mr. Poofy-Name. I had Val check up his record just in case. It's too clean. You worked in the force for a long time, pops. No one has a record THAT clean. I tell ya. Something stinks here really bad. I think I'm gonna give the bloody poofter a visit to see if he's really the good boy Miss Stake-Up-Her-Arse makes him out to be or if he's just a lying bastard."
"Be careful, Spike. And please. Don't get yourself into any trouble, OK. I would like to see you tonight at dinner and not having to drive to the LAPD to bail you out. AGAIN."
"Don't worry pops. I'll be there. Wouldn't miss Anya's horrific stories for the world! Oh. And you might wanna call the carpet cleaner also. New guy has been really active today." Spike grinned and walked out, a panicked and almost hyperventilating Giles hot on his heels.
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tbc... very shortly. Seriously, I'm not joking here. hey! Stop laughing! You better feedback us or we won't write no more...