***Ok, it was the freaking headache that messed this chapter up so much I apologize. This is the newly corrected and added to version, have fun.*** BTW! Go to my profile thingy for some info on me and the songs by Hassan Bohmide that I made reference to! Let me know in a review if you do! You know tell me what you thought.

Hi! I have a headache, but earlier today I went to the World of Coca Cola Museum and Underground Atlanta and that was really cool. I was like 10 minutes form AWA 8 and couldn't go! I was so disappointed. But that's ok. We were showing my Grammy around Atlanta, and ate a really good turkey sandwich. Anyways……

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*Stuff I say/do in asterisks. I try not to do too much of that though.*

Thoughts are in italics.

Flashbacks are separated by a line____ _

(Stuff in parentheses are when a character answers his/her self.)

"Stuff heard over the earpieces are in italics with quote marks (but only in certain parts you'll know)"

The Tingle pt. 2

"Lets dance while we look for this guy." she said an pulled him on to the dance floor. When she stopped she took his arm and put it around her waist and put one of her hands on his shoulder and took his other hand. "Dancing is excellent cover, we actually blend in." she said smiling mischievously. She pressed herself against him and put her head on his chest so that she could see over his shoulder.

"Ok." he sighed relaxing. They moved slowly with the music *like the two songs by Hassan Bohmide* Wow she smelled good. He wondered if she always smelled that way. All he could seem to concentrate on was how good she smelled and how warm her body was against his. I have to concentrate on looking for 'Shain'! and not stepping on Faye. He already knew he couldn't dance.

Julia and he had tried it once. The memory made him frown and suddenly everything felt hopeless, pointless. Like he felt that first night when Julia's death hit him. Suddenly he didn't want to be here anymore, didn't want to get this bounty just wanted go lay down somewhere and never move again. Faye looked up at his face he wasn't looking at her, but she saw in his eyes, it was like when someone did white eyes. They looked dead. Or like a zombie. What made it even worse was you could still see Spike's eyes, but it still gave her that same feeling. She shivered. Dead, but still so filled with pain. It reminded her again that Spike was not totally the same as before, he had changed. She knew what he had just been thinking about. Suddenly she felt very alone.

"Do you see him?" she asked nervously. She wanted to do something to take his mind off that.

The music continued to play and the man continued to sing. He looked down at her and a shudder passed through her body, "No." he said. "Are you cold?" and in his voice. It was monotone and chilling, like he didn't care, or nothing mattered anymore.

"No, umm, lets dance over there, I can't see that side properly." she said forcing a smile.

"Are you Sure you sure that you can't see?" her sudden question had knocked him out of his thoughts. He was suddenly concerned for their cover. He was just fine in one spot, but if you asked him to move then there would be trouble.

She gave him the 'I wouldn't say that if I could see you dumb Lunkhead' look. "Come on." they started to dance their way slowly across the floor and things were going quite smoothly until he stepped on Faye's foot. She barely stifled a string of curses, and settled for, "Gods, Lunkhead watch where you step!"

He smirked. The man was getting off stage and a new song was beginning, a bass began and then was joined, by bongos, cymbals, and trumpets. The pace on the dance floor picked up a bit. She kept on moving across, and then Spike tripped over his feet nearly taking them both down. They we starting to attract looks from the other dancers. Faye smiled and flapped a hand apologetically at them and dragged Spike of the floor. They came to stand under the fronds of one of the tall, ferny plants in one of the huge pots.

She crossed her arms over her chest and said with an amused look on her face, "Spike what was that? What were you trying to do? Is it that you really can't dance?" as she continued he idly noticed, hey her eyes are the same color as that plant… "Geeze, I mean you are so coordinated, what with Juicy Keen Do thingy, but you can't dance!" she began to laugh.

"Hey! Its Jeet Kune Do! Not Juicy-whatever-you-said!" he said indignantly, "And so I bet you couldn't do this!" he stood back and punched, but it was a feint and his leg flew up to stop centimeters from Faye's nose, her hair moved slightly from the whoosh of air that came with his foot. He was obviously trying to protect his dignity. What the hell is up with him? It must be the trees…

She cocked an eyebrow at his foot, still positioned right in front of her nose. She then looked up from his shoe to his face and gave him her 'Oh give me a break' look, "Ooo!" she threw her hands up and pushed on his foot, "Spike can punch and kick!" He can be such a child sometimes… she snorted, "You know that any REAL man can dance." She began laughing again. "I mean you fly through the air with the greatest of ease, but you can't dance a across a room!"

He slouched and put his hands in his pockets, looking quite put out by her comment. "Well…You-um…" he really wanted to come up with some smart ass comment about something she was really bad at, but couldn't summon anything up right at the moment.

He then noticed that she wasn't even looking at him anymore she was staring over his shoulder. He waved a hand in her face and turned around to see what she was looking at, he should have known: There he was Mr. Shain in all his glory looking better than his picture in a black suit. He frowned he didn't see why she was so mesmerized by the guy. I mean he's not all that handsome…(yeah I'm way better looking than he is!) Yeah! He had that feeling in the back of his head and started feeling grumpy. He reached out a hand and waved it in her face.

Ohh, there he is…he looks even better in a suit…Gah, well better go get him…I know I'll just pull the usual act and if that doesn't work then we'll go all out… She noticed Spike's hand waving in front of her face she swatted angrily at it and he smirked.

"So who are you drooling over?" he asked icily.

"No one." she said before breezing by him and whispering, "Back me up." and tapping the earpiece. She moved off and sat down next to Shain who was alone at a table drinking a glass of champagne. "Hello." "Why, hello. What is your name miss?" "Manilla Ramirez…"

Spike sat down at a vacant table and listened idly to Faye carry on the small talk. After ten minutes of pretending to be interested in the décor…He flagged Johnny down and took a glass of champagne from his tray. "Hay, dose that guy come here often?"

"Yeah, I've seen him around here a few times before. Why?" asked Johnny.

"No reason, he just looks familiar." Spike shrugged and leaned his chin on his hand.

His champagne had long since disappeared and his napkin was all wrinkly. There was a song with a saxophone and synthesizers going on now, it was slow and melancholy sounding. Faye was pulling the normal act, seducing the guy and so on and so forth. It was working. Shain was practically ogling at her. If he hadn't had a brain his jaw would have been hanging open. He slid one arm around her waist and leaned over and whispered, "How about we take a stroll through the Garden, hmm? You know relax a little, just get out of here for a bit?" "Lets." it was amazing how she could make that one word so suggestive and sexual. He was suddenly angry at Shain, one for putting the moves on Faye, and two at Faye for not putting up the leased bit of a fight. Its' an act! he scolded himself.

Shain wrapped his arm around Faye's waist and started to lead her outside, but before he could slide out of the French doors Faye stopped and asked if she could go to the ladies room for just a second. He said that of course she might and that he'd be waiting right there for her. Faye walked towards the restrooms and when Shain couldn't she her she ducked and stood in a shadowy corner; she made eye contact with Spike across the room and Spike heard, "Ok we're going out-"

"I know that." he cut her off. He was very annoyed.

She flashed him an annoyed look, "Follow me ok? Stay be hind and I'll call you if anything happens."

"Sure you can handle it?" he challenged.

She rolled her eyes, "Just follow me, ok?"

He rolled his eyes back at her, succeeding at making her more pissed off, and said, "Fine."

She turned sharply out of the corner and made her way back to Shain. When she got there he slid an arm back around Faye's waist and ushered her out the French doors and into the Garden. Spike was about ten feet behind, trailing them and listening to what they were saying. Shain leaned over and was whispering something in her other ear, so the earpiece couldn't catch it, and holding her closer to himself. It was driving Spike crazy.

The Garden didn't really look like a garden. It looked a little like a forest. Tall firs, weeping willows, seemingly ancient elm and oaks, palmettos, and taller palm trees seemed to grow randomly with roses and ivy creeping up the wall that separated this place form the rest of the world. Flowers of every imaginable variety must have made there roots here as well. Upon closer inspection one could see how the landscaping had been planned out, to look natural. There were benches and swings and chairs placed throughout as well. There were no definite paths either, one could wander anywhere through the Garden unhindered.

Shain led Faye over to a bench and they sat down. They chatted briefly about small things and then Shain leaned over and pressed his lips to Faye's. Ok, here goes, I gotta concentrate… one of Shain's hands reached up and stroked her face. I hope Spike's around. I wonder if Shain's just out for a good time? Or if he's here to blow it up? I hope not… Shain deepened the kiss and her head started to swim. Concentrate! Her hand slowly started to make it's way towards her coat pocket where her hand cuffs were.

"Mmm…" he couldn't see them, but he knew basically where they were at. He had been standing there listening to Faye make out with this guy. Becoming angrier and angrier. He just wanted Faye to cuff him and then they could get it over with. He then heard someone, probably Shain, whisper something heatedly before continuing to do whatever they were doing. "Oh…"

That was the fucking last straw. He turned from his spot striding away quickly. Faye seems to have this whole situation under control! He had become irrationally angry at Faye again. He couldn't believe that she was sitting there making out with this guy. She probably doesn't even mean to turn him in! It would be just like her to pull a stunt like this! He was angry and hurt. And he was leaving. "Uh!…" every little thing he heard just drove him further, and he was nearly running now. His mouth was set across his face in an angry line. Irate would be the word. His mind was a roiling sea of anger and for some reason hurt. It was like he thought that she was betraying him somehow…but that was a stupid idea. There was nothing to betray…"Oof…"

He had just reached the French doors when Faye's panicked voice ripped shrilly through the ear piece, "SPIKE! Where the hell are you!" his stomach turned cold and he found himself running back towards her as fast as he had run from her. Suddenly he felt guilty, I was supposed to back her up! Fuck! And I wasn't there…

Where is he! She thought as she yelled for him. She tried to scream again, but was cut off as Shain pinned her to a tree, his fingers curling around her neck making it almost impossible to breath. She tried to slip her hands out of the cuffs, but her hands were at odd angles pushed against the rough bark of the tree.

It had happened so fast. She had the cuffs out of her pocket and almost had him when suddenly he grabbed her hands. "Uh!" she had thought for sure that Spike would have come then, but Shain had pulled some maneuver and thrown her over his head. She remembered the odd sound that she had made as she air was slammed out of her body as she landed flat one her back. Shain had been saying something, mostly swears and what else she couldn't remember. He was on her then and grabbed her hands and cuffed her. As he lifted her up she had screamed for Spike then. She was ashamed that she had been so easily overpowered. Ashamed of how she sounded as she had screamed for his help.

Suddenly she had wondered what had led her to trust him in the first place. She couldn't breath and Shain was most likely going to kill her. She gasped for breath. She was getting light headed and it was like she could feel herself going down the drain… Then the sound branches and bushes being crushed permeated her senses as someone came storming through.

There was click and a rush of air into her oxygen deprived body, "Shain, let her go." someone said venomously. Spike. Now that her brain could function properly, she felt a gun being pressed to her head and heard Shain say, "Any closer and she goes."

Spike still held the gun at arms length his eyes cold and hard. She was suddenly very angry and wanted to yell at Spike about where the hell he had been, and how he could run off and almost let her get killed. But relieved as well. They made eye contact. She smirked at him and lifted her foot and crushed Shain's foot as hard she could with the heel of her shoe. He let go of her gasping "Bitch!"

She now slipped her hands out of the cuffs and undid them. Spike lunged at him and his foot flew up catching Shain's chin. He stumbled back and Spike caught his collar and drew his fist back to punch him, Faye came up behind him and pulled out her gun and hit Shain as hard as she could with the butt of her gun. Spike held him up as Faye handcuffed him. Spike hauled him up over one shoulder and turned to speak to Faye, but she was making her way through the Garden to the wall. He followed silently watching her back as she walked.

He sighed. Well, at leased we got the bounty…

NFA: Oh I hope this didn't suck…Oi, nothing seemed to work right. Oi, I hope you liked it and please review and say 'hi' or something. I have a headache……. This is the end of The Tingle, and right on time too, amazing… I worked real hard and I hope there aren't to many errors. The last chapter will be reposted with all the errors fixed tonight or tomorrow.…. Ok next chapter…lots of thinking and S/F confrontation sorta……

Next time:

"Thoes weren't the sounds of anybody getting any Spike! They were the sounds of me being thrown over his head! Where the hell were you!" I trusted you.

He looked away. I guess he doesn't have anything to say. she thought. He made her so angry! She turned her back on him and stormed off down the hall.