The Fall of William
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs.
A/N: Hi all. Another chapter. The next couple of chapters will be told in flashbacks. This is when Buffy first meets Spike. Enjoy. Skyz.
~*~ Ch:2
Flashback....
Buffy wasn't one to make judgments about people until she knew them but she couldn't help but form a bad impression of the man in front of her.
Behind her sunglasses, she let her eyes roam over the lean man before her, from his white blond head to his fingers and their black nail polish.
The man screamed punk rocker.
Her lips pursed in distaste and she rolled her eyes as he smirked at her and plucked a cigarette from his pocket and placed it in his mouth.
"Ah....what are we waiting for?" Buffy asked impatiently as she crossed her arms and glared at the man behind her glasses.
"Boss'll be here in a minute," was all he said with a deep cockney accent.
Buffy resisted the urge to scowl as he lit up and took a deep drag. She didn't have time to deal with this shit right now, she thought irritable.
This was her first meeting with Angel Tierney and she wanted it to go off without a hitch and being in a foul mood when she met him would not win her any points, she mused as she turned on her heel and headed back to the restaurant she'd made reservations at.
"Oi, wait," the man called after her.
Buffy barely paused.
"What?" she gritted out.
"Just wanna get a better view," the man drawled sagaciously as he trotted after her blatantly admiring her rear end in her long tight skirt.
Buffy hissed out a breath.
"You enjoy the view?" she asked.
"Oh yeh pet," he replied.
Buffy paused and turned to look at him. Her yes raked him up and down and settled on his lean waist.
The tight black jeans that hugged his thighs and left very little to the imagination.
"Turn around Mr...." she trailed off as she realized he hadn't given her his name in the time he'd pulled up and insisted his boss was running late.
"Spike," he said with a wide grin, flashing bright white teeth.
She vaguely wondered how he got them so white when it was obvious he was a smoker.
"Well Spike," she said mockingly drawing his name out like it left a bad taste in her mouth. "Turn around. I wanna see what your ass looks like."
Spike's grin if possible got wider and he spun around and presented her with his derriere.
"Great innit?" he asked smugly. "Should I bend over give you a better view?"
"A little on the skinny side. Not much to grab onto," Buffy mused as she turned and walked away.
Spike pouted as he realized that was all she had to say and hurried after her.
"Bloody hell woman you sure do know how to deflate a man's ego. But as for it being too small never had any complaints," he stated proudly.
Buffy shook her head as she entered the restaurant and wondered how she'd gotten herself into such a conversation.
"Summers reservation for two," she said to the matre' de.
"Three," Spike piped up. "A guest will be joining us," he added.
The man behind the desk looked Spike up and down raising bushy black brows before his eyes narrowed and he made a tsking sound.
"Sir you...aren't dressed appropriately to be-"
Buffy glanced at Spike and then at the matre de and let out a deep sigh. She had no idea why he wanted to join them but instead of risking a scene she was sure Spike would create she reached into her purse and pulled out a hundred spot.
Discretely passed it to the matre de and smiled widely.
"We'll take a table in the back out of the way," she stated coolly.
"Better yet one of them private dinning rooms would be just neat," Spike spoke up happily as he bounced on the balls of his feet watching as the matre de never spared him another glance as he quickly led them to their table.
"Hey," Spike protested as instead of going on the direction of one of the private rooms they went to the farthest table in the back.
"Shut up," Buffy hissed as she reached out and jerked him into his seat.
Spike laughed loudly and sprawled out.
"So..." Spike began.
"Don't speak to me," Buffy snapped.
"C'mon," Spike urged. "Wanna start over? We kinda got off on the wrong foot huh? Not that you don't have a nice ass cuz you do but maybe I should have kept that to myself. So whatcha want with the Poof?"
Buffy studiously ignored him as a waiter arrived and she ordered a glass of ice tea and Spike ordered a shot of bourbon.
She sent him an incredulous look.
"It's barely noon and you're drinking? Not to mention you're driving," she felt compelled to point out. "And stop looking at me like that! What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you just a driver? Why would Angel want you here? Listen I don't mean to be rude but this is ridiculous-"
"Bout damn time you got here. Been waitin' a good bit Angel," Spike cut her off as he turned slightly in his chair and glared up at his boss.
"I'm sorry," Angel directed his apology to Buffy who rose and they shook hands, Angel's hand lingering on hers longer than was proper. He flashed a smile and took his seat.
"Well...Spike thanks for keeping her company. That'll be all," Angel muttered.
Spike merely stretched lazily and reached for his glass of water.
"Sorry. I already ordered," was all he said.
Angel cast a quick apologetic look Buffy's way.
"This is Spike. He's my assistant. My....right hand man if you will. He's aware of what's going to happen here."
Buffy's gaze rested on Spike a minute before she grimaced and shrugged.
"Fine," she muttered shrugging again. "Listen I have places to be Mr. Tierney and you've kept me waiting long enough. Let's get down to business."
Angel nodded once again apologizing.
"Well as we've discussed on the phone this is what you'll be retrieving," Angel pulled out his briefcase, pulled out a folder, and placed it before her.
Buffy's brows rose as she got a good look at the pictures in the folder.
"Well," she mused. "Will I have to watch this? To ascertain it is the correct tape?"
Spike reached out, tugged the photos from her, and flipped through them, his brows rising ever higher. He let out a low whistle and laughed.
"This is sick innit," he exploded.
"But worth a hell of a lot of money Spike," Angel reminded him as he took the photos from him and gave them back to Buffy.
Buffy placed them in her own briefcase and glanced at her watch.
"Well this has been interesting," she said as she rose. "But as I said I have places to be. If you'll excuse me gentlemen."
Angel rose.
Spike stayed seated smirking up at her, his blue eyes twinkling.
"We've already discussed the details. When you get it you know what to do," Angel said as he took her hand once again.
Buffy smiled slightly as he bent and kissed it.
"What a gentleman," she murmured softly her eyes meeting his. She put just enough meaning into them to get Angel's attention.
"Goodbye," Angel uttered softly dropping her hand. "Spike take Miss Summers home."
Buffy frowned.
"No! He's been drinking," she protested.
"Nah. I was gonna but what the hell? I've got the rest of the day to get knackered. C'mon pet."
Buffy warily watched as Spike jumped to his feet and strode off.
"I'll have this by tomorrow evening," Buffy assured Angel as she trailed after Spike. "Goodbye."
Angel watched them through narrowed eyes as they left the restaurant together.
~*~
Buffy managed to finally get rid of Spike as she walked into her apartment. Irritation running rampant. That man had to be the most insufferable pig she'd ever met.
He was-she shook her head. It wasn't even worth thinking about. After all, he wasn't the one she was after.
Tossing her purse on the couch, she discarded her jacket, reached into her skirt's pocket, and pulled out a small circular metal device.
Striding to her phone, she lifted it, placed it on the mouthpiece, and punched in a familiar number.
"Yes?" a deep stiffly British voice demanded tersely.
"Hello to you too Rupert," Buffy said smartly as she settled down on her couch.
"Buffy," Rupert Giles exclaimed happily, she heard him rustle around and knew he'd put her on speakerphone.
"I met him today," she announced.
"Good, good. How did it go? Did he suspect anything? Did you get the package or are you-"
"It went well, except for the fact he was almost an hour late and he left me with his jackass of a-never mind that. He didn't suspect a thing unless it is that I find him incredible sexy and wanna fuck his brains out. You men are so easily led," she mused.
She heard laughter from the women present and grumbles from the men.
"Er....quite right Buffy," Giles mumbled before he cleared his throat. "So what was the package?"
"Gotta steal a video tape of a certain senator."
"That's all?" Giles asked incredulously.
"Well it's an interesting tape Giles. Shows his more....untapped talents so to speak."
There was silence.
"Well...if it's an affair I'm not quite understanding why whoever's paying Angel to get it the mass amount their paying him."
Buffy cleared her throat and shook her head recalling the pictures.
"Well...this is sick and twisted. Humans and animals and other...disturbing things Giles."
Silence again, only broken by disgusted gagging noises in the background.
"Oh. Well I do say I had hoped it would be something grander. The sooner we take down Angel the sooner we can get William the Bloody."
"True. But you can't expect him to immediately trust me with all the big stuff just yet. True we've been in negotiations for a month and a half but this was the first time I've ever met him. We still have to feel one another out. Give us time and I will bring you Angel Tierney's head on a platter."
Giles laughed.
"That's all good and well but William's will do just fine if not better. When does this go down?"
"Tonight at the earliest. But I told him I would have it by tomorrow night."
"Ah. Well good. Your first task is complete Buffy. Good luck on the second and report back tomorrow night at the usual time," Giles instructed.
"Will do. I am bringing in my team in the next few weeks if Angel decides I'm ready for the big leagues. I think by the end of next month I'll have him right where we want him," she said confidently.
"Good bye," Giles said as he disconnected.
Buffy retracted the tracing, voice scrambler device from the phone as she hung up as well, and rose.
She had a lot to do in order to be prepared for tonight's events.
~*~
Angel strode into his office to find Spike leaning against his large window and staring out at the L.A. skyline.
"So?" Angel asked.
Spike shrugged as he continued to stare out.
"Took her home and left."
"Are you okay?" Angel asked as he paused beside Spike.
Spike turned and smiled.
"Right as rain I'd say. How'd she check out?"
"Clean. Nothing' on her cept a few speeding tickets," Angel muttered shoving his hands in his pockets.
Spike arched a brow and returned to looking out the window.
"Well...that's interesting. The girl likes speed. We'll see how she likes competition," he mused aloud.
Angel sucked in a deep breath.
"Spike," he cautioned.
"Wha? She's got the brains and from all I've heard the talent. I just wanna see if she can back it up. You got a problem with that?" he demanded turning to glare at Angel.
Angel raised his hands in defense.
"No. Just...Spike you've been keepin' a low profile lately and I don't want to see you mess that up because of this chick."
Spike smirked.
"You mean you want her all to yourself don't you Peaches? Well don't worry about it. I'll handle this. You keep the jobs coming and I'll see whether she's worthy enough to join The Bloody Corporation huh," Spike snapped as he walked away.
Angel scowled at Spike's back barley resisting the urge to throttle him.
"So what? You never had a problem with me mixing pleasure and business before. What's so different about her?" he demanded harshly.
Spike spun around and stalked over to Angel his hand flashing out and gripping the larger man's throat. He shoved him back into the wall.
"One you're married now. And not to just any woman mate! To Dru. You treat her right or else. And Buffy Summers....she's gonna be mine. You keep your big paws off her," Spike growled before he released Angel.
Angel sagged as he sucked in deep breaths as he struggled to breathe.
"Whatever you say boss," he choked out.
Spike nodded sharply and turned on his heel.
"That's bloody right, you work for me Angel. And never forget that," was all he said as he walked out.
Angel glared after him.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs.
A/N: Hi all. Another chapter. The next couple of chapters will be told in flashbacks. This is when Buffy first meets Spike. Enjoy. Skyz.
~*~ Ch:2
Flashback....
Buffy wasn't one to make judgments about people until she knew them but she couldn't help but form a bad impression of the man in front of her.
Behind her sunglasses, she let her eyes roam over the lean man before her, from his white blond head to his fingers and their black nail polish.
The man screamed punk rocker.
Her lips pursed in distaste and she rolled her eyes as he smirked at her and plucked a cigarette from his pocket and placed it in his mouth.
"Ah....what are we waiting for?" Buffy asked impatiently as she crossed her arms and glared at the man behind her glasses.
"Boss'll be here in a minute," was all he said with a deep cockney accent.
Buffy resisted the urge to scowl as he lit up and took a deep drag. She didn't have time to deal with this shit right now, she thought irritable.
This was her first meeting with Angel Tierney and she wanted it to go off without a hitch and being in a foul mood when she met him would not win her any points, she mused as she turned on her heel and headed back to the restaurant she'd made reservations at.
"Oi, wait," the man called after her.
Buffy barely paused.
"What?" she gritted out.
"Just wanna get a better view," the man drawled sagaciously as he trotted after her blatantly admiring her rear end in her long tight skirt.
Buffy hissed out a breath.
"You enjoy the view?" she asked.
"Oh yeh pet," he replied.
Buffy paused and turned to look at him. Her yes raked him up and down and settled on his lean waist.
The tight black jeans that hugged his thighs and left very little to the imagination.
"Turn around Mr...." she trailed off as she realized he hadn't given her his name in the time he'd pulled up and insisted his boss was running late.
"Spike," he said with a wide grin, flashing bright white teeth.
She vaguely wondered how he got them so white when it was obvious he was a smoker.
"Well Spike," she said mockingly drawing his name out like it left a bad taste in her mouth. "Turn around. I wanna see what your ass looks like."
Spike's grin if possible got wider and he spun around and presented her with his derriere.
"Great innit?" he asked smugly. "Should I bend over give you a better view?"
"A little on the skinny side. Not much to grab onto," Buffy mused as she turned and walked away.
Spike pouted as he realized that was all she had to say and hurried after her.
"Bloody hell woman you sure do know how to deflate a man's ego. But as for it being too small never had any complaints," he stated proudly.
Buffy shook her head as she entered the restaurant and wondered how she'd gotten herself into such a conversation.
"Summers reservation for two," she said to the matre' de.
"Three," Spike piped up. "A guest will be joining us," he added.
The man behind the desk looked Spike up and down raising bushy black brows before his eyes narrowed and he made a tsking sound.
"Sir you...aren't dressed appropriately to be-"
Buffy glanced at Spike and then at the matre de and let out a deep sigh. She had no idea why he wanted to join them but instead of risking a scene she was sure Spike would create she reached into her purse and pulled out a hundred spot.
Discretely passed it to the matre de and smiled widely.
"We'll take a table in the back out of the way," she stated coolly.
"Better yet one of them private dinning rooms would be just neat," Spike spoke up happily as he bounced on the balls of his feet watching as the matre de never spared him another glance as he quickly led them to their table.
"Hey," Spike protested as instead of going on the direction of one of the private rooms they went to the farthest table in the back.
"Shut up," Buffy hissed as she reached out and jerked him into his seat.
Spike laughed loudly and sprawled out.
"So..." Spike began.
"Don't speak to me," Buffy snapped.
"C'mon," Spike urged. "Wanna start over? We kinda got off on the wrong foot huh? Not that you don't have a nice ass cuz you do but maybe I should have kept that to myself. So whatcha want with the Poof?"
Buffy studiously ignored him as a waiter arrived and she ordered a glass of ice tea and Spike ordered a shot of bourbon.
She sent him an incredulous look.
"It's barely noon and you're drinking? Not to mention you're driving," she felt compelled to point out. "And stop looking at me like that! What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you just a driver? Why would Angel want you here? Listen I don't mean to be rude but this is ridiculous-"
"Bout damn time you got here. Been waitin' a good bit Angel," Spike cut her off as he turned slightly in his chair and glared up at his boss.
"I'm sorry," Angel directed his apology to Buffy who rose and they shook hands, Angel's hand lingering on hers longer than was proper. He flashed a smile and took his seat.
"Well...Spike thanks for keeping her company. That'll be all," Angel muttered.
Spike merely stretched lazily and reached for his glass of water.
"Sorry. I already ordered," was all he said.
Angel cast a quick apologetic look Buffy's way.
"This is Spike. He's my assistant. My....right hand man if you will. He's aware of what's going to happen here."
Buffy's gaze rested on Spike a minute before she grimaced and shrugged.
"Fine," she muttered shrugging again. "Listen I have places to be Mr. Tierney and you've kept me waiting long enough. Let's get down to business."
Angel nodded once again apologizing.
"Well as we've discussed on the phone this is what you'll be retrieving," Angel pulled out his briefcase, pulled out a folder, and placed it before her.
Buffy's brows rose as she got a good look at the pictures in the folder.
"Well," she mused. "Will I have to watch this? To ascertain it is the correct tape?"
Spike reached out, tugged the photos from her, and flipped through them, his brows rising ever higher. He let out a low whistle and laughed.
"This is sick innit," he exploded.
"But worth a hell of a lot of money Spike," Angel reminded him as he took the photos from him and gave them back to Buffy.
Buffy placed them in her own briefcase and glanced at her watch.
"Well this has been interesting," she said as she rose. "But as I said I have places to be. If you'll excuse me gentlemen."
Angel rose.
Spike stayed seated smirking up at her, his blue eyes twinkling.
"We've already discussed the details. When you get it you know what to do," Angel said as he took her hand once again.
Buffy smiled slightly as he bent and kissed it.
"What a gentleman," she murmured softly her eyes meeting his. She put just enough meaning into them to get Angel's attention.
"Goodbye," Angel uttered softly dropping her hand. "Spike take Miss Summers home."
Buffy frowned.
"No! He's been drinking," she protested.
"Nah. I was gonna but what the hell? I've got the rest of the day to get knackered. C'mon pet."
Buffy warily watched as Spike jumped to his feet and strode off.
"I'll have this by tomorrow evening," Buffy assured Angel as she trailed after Spike. "Goodbye."
Angel watched them through narrowed eyes as they left the restaurant together.
~*~
Buffy managed to finally get rid of Spike as she walked into her apartment. Irritation running rampant. That man had to be the most insufferable pig she'd ever met.
He was-she shook her head. It wasn't even worth thinking about. After all, he wasn't the one she was after.
Tossing her purse on the couch, she discarded her jacket, reached into her skirt's pocket, and pulled out a small circular metal device.
Striding to her phone, she lifted it, placed it on the mouthpiece, and punched in a familiar number.
"Yes?" a deep stiffly British voice demanded tersely.
"Hello to you too Rupert," Buffy said smartly as she settled down on her couch.
"Buffy," Rupert Giles exclaimed happily, she heard him rustle around and knew he'd put her on speakerphone.
"I met him today," she announced.
"Good, good. How did it go? Did he suspect anything? Did you get the package or are you-"
"It went well, except for the fact he was almost an hour late and he left me with his jackass of a-never mind that. He didn't suspect a thing unless it is that I find him incredible sexy and wanna fuck his brains out. You men are so easily led," she mused.
She heard laughter from the women present and grumbles from the men.
"Er....quite right Buffy," Giles mumbled before he cleared his throat. "So what was the package?"
"Gotta steal a video tape of a certain senator."
"That's all?" Giles asked incredulously.
"Well it's an interesting tape Giles. Shows his more....untapped talents so to speak."
There was silence.
"Well...if it's an affair I'm not quite understanding why whoever's paying Angel to get it the mass amount their paying him."
Buffy cleared her throat and shook her head recalling the pictures.
"Well...this is sick and twisted. Humans and animals and other...disturbing things Giles."
Silence again, only broken by disgusted gagging noises in the background.
"Oh. Well I do say I had hoped it would be something grander. The sooner we take down Angel the sooner we can get William the Bloody."
"True. But you can't expect him to immediately trust me with all the big stuff just yet. True we've been in negotiations for a month and a half but this was the first time I've ever met him. We still have to feel one another out. Give us time and I will bring you Angel Tierney's head on a platter."
Giles laughed.
"That's all good and well but William's will do just fine if not better. When does this go down?"
"Tonight at the earliest. But I told him I would have it by tomorrow night."
"Ah. Well good. Your first task is complete Buffy. Good luck on the second and report back tomorrow night at the usual time," Giles instructed.
"Will do. I am bringing in my team in the next few weeks if Angel decides I'm ready for the big leagues. I think by the end of next month I'll have him right where we want him," she said confidently.
"Good bye," Giles said as he disconnected.
Buffy retracted the tracing, voice scrambler device from the phone as she hung up as well, and rose.
She had a lot to do in order to be prepared for tonight's events.
~*~
Angel strode into his office to find Spike leaning against his large window and staring out at the L.A. skyline.
"So?" Angel asked.
Spike shrugged as he continued to stare out.
"Took her home and left."
"Are you okay?" Angel asked as he paused beside Spike.
Spike turned and smiled.
"Right as rain I'd say. How'd she check out?"
"Clean. Nothing' on her cept a few speeding tickets," Angel muttered shoving his hands in his pockets.
Spike arched a brow and returned to looking out the window.
"Well...that's interesting. The girl likes speed. We'll see how she likes competition," he mused aloud.
Angel sucked in a deep breath.
"Spike," he cautioned.
"Wha? She's got the brains and from all I've heard the talent. I just wanna see if she can back it up. You got a problem with that?" he demanded turning to glare at Angel.
Angel raised his hands in defense.
"No. Just...Spike you've been keepin' a low profile lately and I don't want to see you mess that up because of this chick."
Spike smirked.
"You mean you want her all to yourself don't you Peaches? Well don't worry about it. I'll handle this. You keep the jobs coming and I'll see whether she's worthy enough to join The Bloody Corporation huh," Spike snapped as he walked away.
Angel scowled at Spike's back barley resisting the urge to throttle him.
"So what? You never had a problem with me mixing pleasure and business before. What's so different about her?" he demanded harshly.
Spike spun around and stalked over to Angel his hand flashing out and gripping the larger man's throat. He shoved him back into the wall.
"One you're married now. And not to just any woman mate! To Dru. You treat her right or else. And Buffy Summers....she's gonna be mine. You keep your big paws off her," Spike growled before he released Angel.
Angel sagged as he sucked in deep breaths as he struggled to breathe.
"Whatever you say boss," he choked out.
Spike nodded sharply and turned on his heel.
"That's bloody right, you work for me Angel. And never forget that," was all he said as he walked out.
Angel glared after him.