Chapter 3: 'Fool me once shame on you, Fool me twice shame on me'
Kat pulled up to the park and parked her car just outside the Crime scene. She sat in the car a second, then she looked at Spike.
"Spike, I'm gonna take off those chains, and you're not going to try anything, or I will render you a paraplegic are we clear?" she asked him.
"Crystal," he replied with sly grin.
"I mean it," she snapped, before pulling the key out of her pocket and unlocking the shackles, "lets go.and don't touch anything,"
"Of course not," Spike said grinning, and getting out of the car.
Kat Stepped onto the crime scene walking under the yellow tape. "What've we got here?"
"Two dead, One white male, in his mid-forties, the other an Asian female early teens," the uniformed officer told her.
"Are you sure its our John Doe?" she asked.
"Fits the profile," he assured her.
She cursed, "Is McCall here?"
"No ma'am he said he was on the way," he told her.
"Where are the bodies?" she asked.
"This way," The officer gestured, then stopped Spike, "um Sir I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, the crime scene is off limits."
Kat cut him off, "He's with me, If McCall has a problem he can come see me," Kat said without Breaking a stride.
Spike raised an eyebrow at the officer who sighed, and kept walking.
They stopped under a large tree where the bodies lay, The mans neck broken, and the girl bound and gagged, with a railroad Spike driven into her skull.
Kat gasped, then cursed.
She looked around at the other officers, "Not a shred of DNA, anywhere?"
"None," one said speaking up.
"Well he did it all wrong," Spike said kneeling next to the body.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"She didn't feel thing," Spike said.
"That's a good thing," Kat said.
"But he's not a very good copycat love, I would've made sure she felt it," Spike grinned.
"You're sick you know that," she paused, "but now that you mention it, Kendra, Get me all the autopsy reports on the other people killed by our John Doe,"
The woman nodded. Detective McCall came up behind her, "What's on your mind detective?" he asked her.
"Well if what he says is true then, it's not really an obsessive copy cat but more like an 'anything you can do I can do better copy cat' in which case, its more like." Kat began, but was cut off.
"And Who might 'he' be?" He asked her.
"That would be the one our killer's trying to best," she said quickly, "anyway, as I was saying."
"What?" He pulled Kat aside, and whispered, "You got that nut job out do you have any Idea what you've just done?"
"How many Vampire's have you worked with?" she asked him smiling.
"A couple why?" he asked.
"Well then you should know how good their hearing is," Kat said, looking at Spike who was watching them.
He turned around winced slightly, then lower his voice to the point where she could barely hear him, "I hope you know what you're doing or I will have your badge,"
Kat shrugged him off but secretly wondered if she was doing the right thing.
"Stupid git," Spike muttered examining the spike in the girl's head.
"What?" She asked kneeling down beside him.
"Its not even a real rail road spike, Its custom made," he said shaking his head.
"How can you tell?" she asked.
"Its made out of steel," Spike said.
".Instead of iron," Kat said, "Jack, Check with all metal workers, welders, steel smiths, see if anyone has ordered rail road spikes,"
Kevin looked up, "What's up?"
"This nut job's on to something, Maybe our John Doe, thinks that if he gets them custom made he can have it perfect each time, a quick efficient kill, custom spikes, this guy is quite possibly obsessive compulsive, and quite possibly a Vampire you sired," she said to Spike.
"This is why, not everyone should reproduce," Kevin muttered.
"Hey um Kevin you don't have any kids right? You must lead by example," she grinned sweetly unable to resist the chance to insult him.
He glared at her, then smiled, "You maybe right; but I think my sister's pregnant,"
Kat narrowed her eyes.but didn't say anything. Kevin grinned an impossibly wide grin.
"You didn't tell me he was your boss." Spike whispered slightly amused.
"Hmmm, must've slipped my mind," she said.
"Pompous git, isn't he?" Spike said watching him.
"To put it mildly," she muttered, "so How do we find this Slayer?"
"She'll be near a Hellmouth, Probably in Sunnydale," he said.
"No human lives there, that town is over run with evil things," she said, The government had lost control of that place a few years ago and had stopped sending in troops when they were all turned against them.
"A human would live there if she were the Slayer," Spike said.
"Okay suppose she is in Sunnydale, how do you plan on finding her once you get there? I highly doubt she's listed, and I also highly doubt there's a brightly lit sign that says 'the Slayer is here' So how?" Kat asked
"Make her come to me.If I'm right an old," he paused, "acquaintance of mine will be at her side, he'll come and with him the slayer," Spike told the girl.
"Okay," Kat shrugged, not quite sure what he was talking about, "how long will this take?"
"Shouldn't take too long love," he said.
"All right, Stay here, don't move from this spot," she said to him.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere pet," he told her.
"Good," Kat replied, walking off to find Kevin.
"Kendra, send me the autopsy reports by e-mail, plus anything else I need to see all right?" she told the young police woman.
"Will do," she said with a smile.
"Where's McCall?" Kat asked Kendra.
"He's over talking to forensics," she replied.
"Thanks," Kat told the girl before going over to him.
She walked up beside them and stood there a moment, before Kevin turned to acknowledge her.
"Yeah?" he asked sounding slightly impatient. She pulled him aside, away from the others, "Give me the rest of this week and I can find you proof,"
"Please tell me you're joking," he sighed.
"No I'm not, the rest of this week Kevin, that's all I ask," she said.
Kevin paused a second. "Find but that's it,"
She nodded, and walked back over to Spike, who wasn't there.
She cursed then glanced around, "Where the hell did he go?"
She felt two hands on her shoulders, "I told love, I'm not going anywhere," Spike said.
Kat jumped, then pulled away from him.
"Where were you?" She demanded.
"Needed to get some air," he told.
She didn't even think about the fact that vampires didn't need to breathe, "I told you to stay here, not over there,"
She headed to her car not thinking twice about Spike's explanation, if she had she would've seen the body of a cop that lay behind a tree out of sight to her and the others.
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"Okay he said we have the rest of this week to bring him proof, So I'm gonna drop by my house real quick to change and grab some stuff, then we can head to Sunnydale," she said.
Spike nodded and grinned slightly at the naïve girl, "Whatever you say pet," Spike said.
Kat pulled her hair tie out of her hair and put down the windows. She was the one that need the air, if this didn't work she'd be out of a job, and she'd have let lose psycho who honestly didn't seem psychotic to her which is probably what made him all the more dangerous, either that or they over exaggerated but people don't end up in high security asylums for no reason. She had read about him and the people he's killed but looking at him she just didn't see it, a mild annoyance, she could understand, but a brutal killer?
She pulled into her apartment complex, and looked over at Spike, "Stay here, I mean it this time, if you leave again I'll hand cuff you to something next time, so Stay," she said firmly.
"Does this mean you're not going to invite me in?" He smirked.
Kat gave him gave him a look, a look that basically said 'No way in hell,' and Spike just laughed. Kat turned and headed into the large apartment building.
Spike sat in the car a second, then got out after she disappeared into the apartment doors. A few Vampires loitered in the parking lot so he headed in their direction. One of them turned to acknowledge him. He was a tall black guy, about Spike's height and he had dreadlocks, he cut his eyes in his direction.
"What up mon?" the guy said, his Jamaican roots apparent in his accent.
"The Slayer, she's still stay in Sunnydale right?" he asked him.
One of the other Vampires laughed, she was a short black woman, with tiny micro-braids in her head. "Finally someone who shares your delusions," the woman said she too was Jamaican.
"Shut-up Cecile," he snapped, "she's never met one before, yeah she still d'ere, but what's your name mon?"
"Spike," he told him, not really wanting to get into a long conversation, but since he hadn't done it in a while, he decided to talk a while.
"I'm Meleek, Da loud one is Cecile, Dee oder two are Sean, and Malaki," Meleek said as the other two nodded.
"Sorry to but your bubble mon, but uh, dere is no Slayer," she said told him with a grin.
"Really love? because I've kill four," Spike grinned. (I'm also including the one in 'pretty maids all in a row')
"Your kidding?" Meleek said looking at him wide-eyed, "Wait a minute, I know who you are now, you used to run wit dat crazy chick,"
"Drusilla," Spike said slowly.
"Right, right, I tought you were lock up mon?" he said.
"I was, but lets just say I met a girl," he grinned.
"Four slayers dat don't exist huh?" Cecile said.
He grinned, "One during the boxer rebellion, one during World War II, another during the 70s, and another during the 90s, that one was fun, a right pain though, a slayer with friends imagine that," he shook his head remembering the girl.
"Da Blonde? I remember her, you killed dat one, she was one of da best," Meleek said, "How'd ya do it?"
Spike grinned he'd hoped he would ask, "Well after she sent Angelus, to hell I told her I would leave.Who was she kidding sure I left, and I came back with Drusilla by my side.One night we'd split up on a hunt.She killed Drusilla, So I hunted her down, Drove a rail road spike right through her bloody neck," now sounding angry as he remembered why he'd killed her in the first place.
Meleek winced slightly hearing the change in his voice."Mon dats rough,"
Cecile rolled her eyes, but said nothing.
"Spike I thought I told you to stay in the car!" Kat snapped from behind.
Spike turned around slowly and a smile played at the corner of his mouth, "Did you? Must've slipped my mind,"
"I take it dat's da girl?" Meleek whispered.
Spike nodded.
"Yeah you're gonna slip all right," she muttered, "I don't want to hear you complain when I leave a footprint on your forehead,"
The other vampires laughed, Malaki spoke up, "She's feisty, isn't she?" the blonde haired vampire said obviously from Brooklyn.
Kat raised an eyebrow, "That depends on if you call a bullet through the brain feisty,"
"What you gonna do wit a bullet besides give 'em a headache?" Cecile asked with a grin.
"New bullets they explode on impact, its a small explosion granted, but it could take off a limb or your head, and I'd hate to mess up your pretty little hair weave," Kat snapped.
The girl vamped out a second growling, then reverted back to her human face.
"All right love come one," Spike said grabbing Kat by the arm, and pulling her toward her car, before she ended up in a fight.
"Good luck wit dat slayer mon," Meleek called after him.
Kat who now wore all black, Black flared jeans, and a black tank top with a black leather jacket, narrowed her pale violet eyes.
"Are you really that mad pet?" Spike said raising an eyebrow slightly amused.
"You've completely ignored me twice, not once but twice."
"Yeah well you know the saying, 'fool you twice, shame on you' " he said.
Kat grabbed Spike by his leather duster and slammed him into her car, and pulled a gun from her jacket and aimed it at his head, "Spike I think you'll find that I don't like being ignored, nor do I like being ignored more than once, Next time I'm gonna handcuff you to the steering wheel or something , and if you still manage to get out I'll just kill you, and don't think I won't," She snapped letting him go.
Spike looked at her thoughtfully cocking his head to the side before he finally said, "You know, you're strong for a girl,"
She rolled her eyes and reached to open the car door, but Spike grabbed her wrist. She tried to pull away from him but he held her hand there.
"But the thing is I'm still stronger, and next time you want to manhandle me I think you might want to take that into consideration love," Spike said locking eyes with, in all seriousness. After all he did have an image to worry about.
"I'll, um, keep that in mind," Kat said quietly.
'All right Kat, just breathe, you can take control of the situation,' she thought to herself, though in actuality she was really saying, 'Pretend your taking control of the situation, even though you both know whose really and control and whose now scared stiff,'
"Spike, would you please let go of my wrist?" she asked slowly looking from her wrist to Spike, but not actually making eye contact.
A satisfied smile play at the corners of his mouth. "Of course," he said slowly letting go of her wrist slowly.
She quickly got into the car, and waited a minute for Spike.
********************************* For at least fifteen minutes they road in the car in silence. Kat gripped the steering wheel tightly, and every once in a while Spike would glance over at her for a second then look away smiling. At last Kat broke the silence, she didn't do uncomfortable silences. She turned on the radio, then turned up the volume, until she was pretty sure if Spike said something she would hear him, or at least she could pretend not to. She took her eyes off the road and leaned over and grabbed a bottled of pain killers out of the glove box. Spike said something that she could quite hear, which is exactly how she wanted it. Now looking at the road she took her hands off the steering wheel and dumped out three pills.she was about to take them when she decided three wasn't enough and she dumped two more into her hand, then dry swallowed all five of them causing her to cough a little. As she put her hands on the steering wheel she saw familiar flashing blue and red lights in her back window. She cursed angrily and pulled over to the side of the road, and pushed the off button on the radio.
The cop strolling up to the window as she rolled it down with her drivers license and registration already in hand.
"Can I see." the cop stopped when he saw she was holding out exactly what he was about to asked for, "Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"Um.Well I'm drawing a blank," she said.
"You were swerving all over the road," the cop said, "Have you had anything to drink?"
"Oh no," she laughed slightly, "I was just trying to find my pills," she paused realizing that wasn't the best thing for her to say.
Spike bit back a laugh, and muttered to her, "smooth,"
"Your pills?" the cop said slowly.
"No not drug pills, pain killer pills," she explained.
"Do you mind if I take a look at them?" he asked.
"Sure," she said handing him the bottle, "It prescription, Naproxan Sodium,"
He read the label, "Naprox."
"It prescription strength Alieve," she said.
"Do you mind if I ask you what its for?" he asked.
"No not at all, Do to my occupation I often get migraines," she said.
"What's your occupation?" he asked.
"I'm a cop.a Criminal Profiler," she said.
He nodded his face softening up slightly.
"Yeah I guess I can somewhat relate, I should get some, Does it work?" he asked smiling.
"Honestly, not if you take the recommended amount, I'm sure you know that those work migraines really get to you when you have to lug your work around," she said smiling brightly.
Spike laughed at her subtle way of saying the he was giving her a migraine.
"Yeah I understand, " he said, then handed her back her pills and drivers license and her registration, "I'm gonna let you off with a warning this time, but just do me a favor and keep your eyes of the road, will ya?"
"Sure thing officer," she said.
"All right you have a nice night ma'am," he said.
"Thanks you too," she said driving off and rolling her eyes.
"I tried to tell you there was a cop, pet, but you didn't hear me," Spike smirked, "Though I don't think that pill comment was the best thing to say,"
She reached down to turned on her radio, but Spike stopped her.
"Wait love just one question," Spike said, "What are you trying to drown out, Me or your own thoughts?"
"The silence," was all she said before pushing the on button and the loud rock music filled the car again, since Spike didn't move to stop her again she figured that the answer satisfied him.
Kat pulled up to the park and parked her car just outside the Crime scene. She sat in the car a second, then she looked at Spike.
"Spike, I'm gonna take off those chains, and you're not going to try anything, or I will render you a paraplegic are we clear?" she asked him.
"Crystal," he replied with sly grin.
"I mean it," she snapped, before pulling the key out of her pocket and unlocking the shackles, "lets go.and don't touch anything,"
"Of course not," Spike said grinning, and getting out of the car.
Kat Stepped onto the crime scene walking under the yellow tape. "What've we got here?"
"Two dead, One white male, in his mid-forties, the other an Asian female early teens," the uniformed officer told her.
"Are you sure its our John Doe?" she asked.
"Fits the profile," he assured her.
She cursed, "Is McCall here?"
"No ma'am he said he was on the way," he told her.
"Where are the bodies?" she asked.
"This way," The officer gestured, then stopped Spike, "um Sir I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, the crime scene is off limits."
Kat cut him off, "He's with me, If McCall has a problem he can come see me," Kat said without Breaking a stride.
Spike raised an eyebrow at the officer who sighed, and kept walking.
They stopped under a large tree where the bodies lay, The mans neck broken, and the girl bound and gagged, with a railroad Spike driven into her skull.
Kat gasped, then cursed.
She looked around at the other officers, "Not a shred of DNA, anywhere?"
"None," one said speaking up.
"Well he did it all wrong," Spike said kneeling next to the body.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"She didn't feel thing," Spike said.
"That's a good thing," Kat said.
"But he's not a very good copycat love, I would've made sure she felt it," Spike grinned.
"You're sick you know that," she paused, "but now that you mention it, Kendra, Get me all the autopsy reports on the other people killed by our John Doe,"
The woman nodded. Detective McCall came up behind her, "What's on your mind detective?" he asked her.
"Well if what he says is true then, it's not really an obsessive copy cat but more like an 'anything you can do I can do better copy cat' in which case, its more like." Kat began, but was cut off.
"And Who might 'he' be?" He asked her.
"That would be the one our killer's trying to best," she said quickly, "anyway, as I was saying."
"What?" He pulled Kat aside, and whispered, "You got that nut job out do you have any Idea what you've just done?"
"How many Vampire's have you worked with?" she asked him smiling.
"A couple why?" he asked.
"Well then you should know how good their hearing is," Kat said, looking at Spike who was watching them.
He turned around winced slightly, then lower his voice to the point where she could barely hear him, "I hope you know what you're doing or I will have your badge,"
Kat shrugged him off but secretly wondered if she was doing the right thing.
"Stupid git," Spike muttered examining the spike in the girl's head.
"What?" She asked kneeling down beside him.
"Its not even a real rail road spike, Its custom made," he said shaking his head.
"How can you tell?" she asked.
"Its made out of steel," Spike said.
".Instead of iron," Kat said, "Jack, Check with all metal workers, welders, steel smiths, see if anyone has ordered rail road spikes,"
Kevin looked up, "What's up?"
"This nut job's on to something, Maybe our John Doe, thinks that if he gets them custom made he can have it perfect each time, a quick efficient kill, custom spikes, this guy is quite possibly obsessive compulsive, and quite possibly a Vampire you sired," she said to Spike.
"This is why, not everyone should reproduce," Kevin muttered.
"Hey um Kevin you don't have any kids right? You must lead by example," she grinned sweetly unable to resist the chance to insult him.
He glared at her, then smiled, "You maybe right; but I think my sister's pregnant,"
Kat narrowed her eyes.but didn't say anything. Kevin grinned an impossibly wide grin.
"You didn't tell me he was your boss." Spike whispered slightly amused.
"Hmmm, must've slipped my mind," she said.
"Pompous git, isn't he?" Spike said watching him.
"To put it mildly," she muttered, "so How do we find this Slayer?"
"She'll be near a Hellmouth, Probably in Sunnydale," he said.
"No human lives there, that town is over run with evil things," she said, The government had lost control of that place a few years ago and had stopped sending in troops when they were all turned against them.
"A human would live there if she were the Slayer," Spike said.
"Okay suppose she is in Sunnydale, how do you plan on finding her once you get there? I highly doubt she's listed, and I also highly doubt there's a brightly lit sign that says 'the Slayer is here' So how?" Kat asked
"Make her come to me.If I'm right an old," he paused, "acquaintance of mine will be at her side, he'll come and with him the slayer," Spike told the girl.
"Okay," Kat shrugged, not quite sure what he was talking about, "how long will this take?"
"Shouldn't take too long love," he said.
"All right, Stay here, don't move from this spot," she said to him.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere pet," he told her.
"Good," Kat replied, walking off to find Kevin.
"Kendra, send me the autopsy reports by e-mail, plus anything else I need to see all right?" she told the young police woman.
"Will do," she said with a smile.
"Where's McCall?" Kat asked Kendra.
"He's over talking to forensics," she replied.
"Thanks," Kat told the girl before going over to him.
She walked up beside them and stood there a moment, before Kevin turned to acknowledge her.
"Yeah?" he asked sounding slightly impatient. She pulled him aside, away from the others, "Give me the rest of this week and I can find you proof,"
"Please tell me you're joking," he sighed.
"No I'm not, the rest of this week Kevin, that's all I ask," she said.
Kevin paused a second. "Find but that's it,"
She nodded, and walked back over to Spike, who wasn't there.
She cursed then glanced around, "Where the hell did he go?"
She felt two hands on her shoulders, "I told love, I'm not going anywhere," Spike said.
Kat jumped, then pulled away from him.
"Where were you?" She demanded.
"Needed to get some air," he told.
She didn't even think about the fact that vampires didn't need to breathe, "I told you to stay here, not over there,"
She headed to her car not thinking twice about Spike's explanation, if she had she would've seen the body of a cop that lay behind a tree out of sight to her and the others.
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"Okay he said we have the rest of this week to bring him proof, So I'm gonna drop by my house real quick to change and grab some stuff, then we can head to Sunnydale," she said.
Spike nodded and grinned slightly at the naïve girl, "Whatever you say pet," Spike said.
Kat pulled her hair tie out of her hair and put down the windows. She was the one that need the air, if this didn't work she'd be out of a job, and she'd have let lose psycho who honestly didn't seem psychotic to her which is probably what made him all the more dangerous, either that or they over exaggerated but people don't end up in high security asylums for no reason. She had read about him and the people he's killed but looking at him she just didn't see it, a mild annoyance, she could understand, but a brutal killer?
She pulled into her apartment complex, and looked over at Spike, "Stay here, I mean it this time, if you leave again I'll hand cuff you to something next time, so Stay," she said firmly.
"Does this mean you're not going to invite me in?" He smirked.
Kat gave him gave him a look, a look that basically said 'No way in hell,' and Spike just laughed. Kat turned and headed into the large apartment building.
Spike sat in the car a second, then got out after she disappeared into the apartment doors. A few Vampires loitered in the parking lot so he headed in their direction. One of them turned to acknowledge him. He was a tall black guy, about Spike's height and he had dreadlocks, he cut his eyes in his direction.
"What up mon?" the guy said, his Jamaican roots apparent in his accent.
"The Slayer, she's still stay in Sunnydale right?" he asked him.
One of the other Vampires laughed, she was a short black woman, with tiny micro-braids in her head. "Finally someone who shares your delusions," the woman said she too was Jamaican.
"Shut-up Cecile," he snapped, "she's never met one before, yeah she still d'ere, but what's your name mon?"
"Spike," he told him, not really wanting to get into a long conversation, but since he hadn't done it in a while, he decided to talk a while.
"I'm Meleek, Da loud one is Cecile, Dee oder two are Sean, and Malaki," Meleek said as the other two nodded.
"Sorry to but your bubble mon, but uh, dere is no Slayer," she said told him with a grin.
"Really love? because I've kill four," Spike grinned. (I'm also including the one in 'pretty maids all in a row')
"Your kidding?" Meleek said looking at him wide-eyed, "Wait a minute, I know who you are now, you used to run wit dat crazy chick,"
"Drusilla," Spike said slowly.
"Right, right, I tought you were lock up mon?" he said.
"I was, but lets just say I met a girl," he grinned.
"Four slayers dat don't exist huh?" Cecile said.
He grinned, "One during the boxer rebellion, one during World War II, another during the 70s, and another during the 90s, that one was fun, a right pain though, a slayer with friends imagine that," he shook his head remembering the girl.
"Da Blonde? I remember her, you killed dat one, she was one of da best," Meleek said, "How'd ya do it?"
Spike grinned he'd hoped he would ask, "Well after she sent Angelus, to hell I told her I would leave.Who was she kidding sure I left, and I came back with Drusilla by my side.One night we'd split up on a hunt.She killed Drusilla, So I hunted her down, Drove a rail road spike right through her bloody neck," now sounding angry as he remembered why he'd killed her in the first place.
Meleek winced slightly hearing the change in his voice."Mon dats rough,"
Cecile rolled her eyes, but said nothing.
"Spike I thought I told you to stay in the car!" Kat snapped from behind.
Spike turned around slowly and a smile played at the corner of his mouth, "Did you? Must've slipped my mind,"
"I take it dat's da girl?" Meleek whispered.
Spike nodded.
"Yeah you're gonna slip all right," she muttered, "I don't want to hear you complain when I leave a footprint on your forehead,"
The other vampires laughed, Malaki spoke up, "She's feisty, isn't she?" the blonde haired vampire said obviously from Brooklyn.
Kat raised an eyebrow, "That depends on if you call a bullet through the brain feisty,"
"What you gonna do wit a bullet besides give 'em a headache?" Cecile asked with a grin.
"New bullets they explode on impact, its a small explosion granted, but it could take off a limb or your head, and I'd hate to mess up your pretty little hair weave," Kat snapped.
The girl vamped out a second growling, then reverted back to her human face.
"All right love come one," Spike said grabbing Kat by the arm, and pulling her toward her car, before she ended up in a fight.
"Good luck wit dat slayer mon," Meleek called after him.
Kat who now wore all black, Black flared jeans, and a black tank top with a black leather jacket, narrowed her pale violet eyes.
"Are you really that mad pet?" Spike said raising an eyebrow slightly amused.
"You've completely ignored me twice, not once but twice."
"Yeah well you know the saying, 'fool you twice, shame on you' " he said.
Kat grabbed Spike by his leather duster and slammed him into her car, and pulled a gun from her jacket and aimed it at his head, "Spike I think you'll find that I don't like being ignored, nor do I like being ignored more than once, Next time I'm gonna handcuff you to the steering wheel or something , and if you still manage to get out I'll just kill you, and don't think I won't," She snapped letting him go.
Spike looked at her thoughtfully cocking his head to the side before he finally said, "You know, you're strong for a girl,"
She rolled her eyes and reached to open the car door, but Spike grabbed her wrist. She tried to pull away from him but he held her hand there.
"But the thing is I'm still stronger, and next time you want to manhandle me I think you might want to take that into consideration love," Spike said locking eyes with, in all seriousness. After all he did have an image to worry about.
"I'll, um, keep that in mind," Kat said quietly.
'All right Kat, just breathe, you can take control of the situation,' she thought to herself, though in actuality she was really saying, 'Pretend your taking control of the situation, even though you both know whose really and control and whose now scared stiff,'
"Spike, would you please let go of my wrist?" she asked slowly looking from her wrist to Spike, but not actually making eye contact.
A satisfied smile play at the corners of his mouth. "Of course," he said slowly letting go of her wrist slowly.
She quickly got into the car, and waited a minute for Spike.
********************************* For at least fifteen minutes they road in the car in silence. Kat gripped the steering wheel tightly, and every once in a while Spike would glance over at her for a second then look away smiling. At last Kat broke the silence, she didn't do uncomfortable silences. She turned on the radio, then turned up the volume, until she was pretty sure if Spike said something she would hear him, or at least she could pretend not to. She took her eyes off the road and leaned over and grabbed a bottled of pain killers out of the glove box. Spike said something that she could quite hear, which is exactly how she wanted it. Now looking at the road she took her hands off the steering wheel and dumped out three pills.she was about to take them when she decided three wasn't enough and she dumped two more into her hand, then dry swallowed all five of them causing her to cough a little. As she put her hands on the steering wheel she saw familiar flashing blue and red lights in her back window. She cursed angrily and pulled over to the side of the road, and pushed the off button on the radio.
The cop strolling up to the window as she rolled it down with her drivers license and registration already in hand.
"Can I see." the cop stopped when he saw she was holding out exactly what he was about to asked for, "Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"Um.Well I'm drawing a blank," she said.
"You were swerving all over the road," the cop said, "Have you had anything to drink?"
"Oh no," she laughed slightly, "I was just trying to find my pills," she paused realizing that wasn't the best thing for her to say.
Spike bit back a laugh, and muttered to her, "smooth,"
"Your pills?" the cop said slowly.
"No not drug pills, pain killer pills," she explained.
"Do you mind if I take a look at them?" he asked.
"Sure," she said handing him the bottle, "It prescription, Naproxan Sodium,"
He read the label, "Naprox."
"It prescription strength Alieve," she said.
"Do you mind if I ask you what its for?" he asked.
"No not at all, Do to my occupation I often get migraines," she said.
"What's your occupation?" he asked.
"I'm a cop.a Criminal Profiler," she said.
He nodded his face softening up slightly.
"Yeah I guess I can somewhat relate, I should get some, Does it work?" he asked smiling.
"Honestly, not if you take the recommended amount, I'm sure you know that those work migraines really get to you when you have to lug your work around," she said smiling brightly.
Spike laughed at her subtle way of saying the he was giving her a migraine.
"Yeah I understand, " he said, then handed her back her pills and drivers license and her registration, "I'm gonna let you off with a warning this time, but just do me a favor and keep your eyes of the road, will ya?"
"Sure thing officer," she said.
"All right you have a nice night ma'am," he said.
"Thanks you too," she said driving off and rolling her eyes.
"I tried to tell you there was a cop, pet, but you didn't hear me," Spike smirked, "Though I don't think that pill comment was the best thing to say,"
She reached down to turned on her radio, but Spike stopped her.
"Wait love just one question," Spike said, "What are you trying to drown out, Me or your own thoughts?"
"The silence," was all she said before pushing the on button and the loud rock music filled the car again, since Spike didn't move to stop her again she figured that the answer satisfied him.