Author Notes:  I don't own this… never said I did. Thanks to all those who reviewed and all those waiting for the crossover won't have to wait long J. This chapter with be longer then others so plz bear with me. Thank you and Good Night.

Chapter 4: The Road Less Traveled

          Leaving the parking lot of the hotel in his stolen car Xander made a straight shot towards the bus station only to see a woman being accosted by a much larger and seemingly human man in a long black leather coat. Jumping out of the car Xander yelled.

          "Hey Bozo leave her alone!"

          The man turned looking at Xander in utter confusion.

          "Who the hell are you Kid?"

          "Someone who won't stand here and let u hurt someone." Xander replied pulling his pistol from his holster.

          "What the hell kid? Calm down! There ain't nothing wrong here is there sweet-heart?" the man asked turning toward the woman to hide the movement of his left hand into his pocket. Grabbing his own gun the man turned back toward Xander gun hidden behind his back.

          "He's been following me for the last 4 blocks and I don't know him." The woman told Xander with a terrified tremble in her voice. "Thank god that you're here." She smiled at the last words and the man brought his gun up and fired at Xander.

The round flew at Xander, the horrible shot scraping the hand he wasn't holding the gun in. Xander fired off his own round catching the man in the chest. Pushing down his emotions, he swiveled his weapon toward the woman he approached, keeping an eye on the man he shot just incase he wasn't dead.

"Now Ma'am want to tell me why you set me up?" Xander asked in a voice so cold the woman didn't doubt for a minute that Xander would fire if given the wrong answer.

She started to answer, her mind shutting down any process that could hope to be lying. "It was a job, been doing it for weeks. I act in distress and a rich guy stops and tries to "help" me. Then Bruno," Nodding her head at the now definitely dead guy. "Would rob them and split the cash with me." She said in explanation. She started shaking in fear at Xander or more pointedly the big barrel of the .45 currently pointed at her head.

"The cops after you?" Xander asked a thought sparking through his mind.

"Yeah they've been out here a couple times looking for us. On those nights we don't work." She answered.

Xander led her back to his car and grabbed the duct tape he had thrown in there. Always great for emergencies he smiled as he thought it. Binding her hands behind her back with the duct tape he also slid a piece of tape across her mouth. Binding her legs was just as simple she seemed to have no fight in her. He opened in his back door and tossed her in. Closing the door he noticed the wound for the first time. Taking the duct tape he bound his own wound.

He walked back to "Bruno" and searched him. Coming up with about a grand in cash, the .45 caliber pistol he had shot Xander with, and a nice leather trench coat. He slid the cash into his pant with the other money and the pistol into his new coat. Slinging the coat around his shoulders he noticed that there wasn't a hole in it. Looking down at the body he saw he had hit the guy where the cost was spaced.

Taking his duct tape he proceeded to hog tie the man. Dragging Bruno to his car he chunked him in the bad next to the woman. Hopping in the car he took out the same pen he had used to scribble a note to Buffy with. Writing a quick note to the cops he duct taped it to Bruno's chest next to his wound.

Xander sped to the police station. Dropping off the woman and dead man on the steps he hopped in the car and drove off back to the bus station.

~*Back at Police Station*~

"Hey Murphy your not going to believe this!" called Officer Ried.

"What?" Yelled the desk Sergeant (also called Murphy.)

"Well there's a dead guy and a woman bound in duct tape on the steps!" Ried shot back.

"What the hell?" Murphy wondered aloud while coming out from behind his desk to look at what he was talking about.

Sure enough on the front steps there seemed to be two people bound. One a woman struggling the other a man eerily calm. Walking out the saw a note taped to the man's chest. On it they read:

Dear Officers,

          These two people tried to rob me. I didn't take kindly to it. The woman told me everything saying they've been doing it a while. Interrogate her you'll see.

Signed,

          Mister X.

~*Bus Station*~

          "Hello how may I help you?" the ticket clerk asked.

          "Hi one ticket to New York please." The dark-haired man in leather asked.