A/N: So sorry for the chapter mix-up!!!! Gomen nasai!! [insert bowing and much pleading with reviewers to come back] Gomengomengomengomen!!!!! ::bow, plead::

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"You'll do it?" Faye's smile retained some of her old spunk.

Spike nodded, rubbing his head. "For old times sake. 'Sides, I need the money!"

Faye rolled her eyes. "And here I was thinking you'd changed and become a gentleman!"

He rolled his eyes right back at her. "And here I was thinking you'd changed and become an honest, high-class, and decent woman!"

Faye shot him one of her patented looks that plainly said, 'shut up, before I feed you your heart'.

Spike shut up.

She smiled and sauntered over to the other side of the flat. "And there's a bonus. Here's your room." She flung open an ornate mahogany door, displaying a medium-sized room that was the nicest room Spike had ever stayed in. "I'll let you get settled in." She tossed him a key. "There's your room key. Dinner's at seven. Dress nicely." She closed the door behind her.

"Wheeeew…" Spike let out his breath in one big whoosh.

The door clicked open and Faye stuck her head back in. "Oh. If you need me, my room's next to yours."

He nodded, and flopped back on the bed, as the door clicked closed. Spike immediately sat back up. He wasn't used to beds that were this soft! Suspicious, he poked the bed, and when it gave under his finger, but nothing else, he settled back with a sigh.

"This is going to take some getting used to…"

At exactly seven o'clock, Spike was sitting on one of the leather couches waiting for Faye to come out. He had dressed himself in one of the expensive suits he found in his closet, all of which were exactly his size. It was cream colored, with a white shirt under it, and rimless tan glasses to go with it. (Think Rusty's (Brad Pitt) outfit from the end of 'Ocean's Eleven')

"Faye!" he yelled. "Come on! I thought you didn't want to be late!"

There was a clunk from behind her closed door. "I'm coming! Besides, there's a difference between late, and fashionably late."

Spike tapped his foot. "Well by the time we get there, we'll be so fashionable, 'Rolling Stone' will want to put us on the front page!"

There was some quiet chuckling, and some rustling noises, before Faye's door opened, and she stepped out.

It was worth the wait…Thought Spike.

Faye was wearing an off the shoulder vintage dress, black with 1920's gangster stripes running down it. It met at a 'V' in the back, exposing most of her creamy pale back. There were large gentle ruffles at the bottom, under which she wore black patent pumps, with heels enough to make her almost Spike's height.

She wore dark eyeliner, and pale eye shadow, making her eyes highly defined, and seductive. Instead of her usual crimson lipstick, she now wore a darker shade, like spilled wine.

All together, she was absolutely breathtaking.

Spike smirked, and gave a little bow. "Please. Allow me to escort you, Mrs. Hart."

She smiled demurely, but her sparkling eyes gave her away. "As you wish, Mr. Speigel. But do call me Ruby."

He chuckled and extended her arm, which she took. "And in turn, you must call me Spike."

She snorted, utterly losing her composure for a second, where she positively howled with laughter. But after a few seconds, she stopped, still smiling, and picked up her purse. "Shall we go?"

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Mrs. Hart?" an unfamiliar voice called over the intercom. "I know you're in there, Mrs. Hart."

Faye met Spike's eyes and put a finger to her lips. She opened a drawer in the end table next to the door, and pulled out a handgun. Moving slowly, she silently cocked it, and reached up, undoing the various deadbolts, and other locks she had on the door.

Spike raised an eyebrow, but pulled out his own gun, just to be safe.

Faye cautiously opened the door, but it was only the huffy attendant. "Ah, Mrs. Hart. I heard voices, and I wanted to make sure you were… all right."

Faye nodded, once again becoming a formidable high-society lady. "Well Jonathan, as you can see, I'm quite alright. This is Mr. Spiegel, an associate of mine."

Jonathan nodded, looking like he had bit into an orange, only to find out it was a lemon. "We had the, ah, pleasure of meeting earlier."

Faye, seeing the animosity behind that statement, struggled to hide a grin. "I see. He will be staying with me, so I suspect you will be seeing him quite often. We are just heading to dinner now."

Jonathan nodded. "May I escort you, Madame?"

Faye smiled. "Mr. Spiegel has already quite generously offered to be my escort. If you'll excuse us…"

Chuckling under his breath, Spike escorted Faye past the indignant attendant, and into one of the fancy elevators.

Once the elevator door slid shut, Spike turned to Faye. "You really are worried."

She nodded, leaning her head against the rumbling wall. "These last few attacks have been almost more than I can handle. Me, Faye Valentine! They seem to favor late at night, but every now and then, they'll attack in public! That's why there's all those locks on the doors, and I sleep with my old Glock under my pillow!"

Spike laid a hand on her shoulder. "Well, I'll protect you. I mean with me here, what could happen?"

The grave butler opened the double doors for them, face perfectly straight.

"Okay Faye, I'm out of my element here. What do I do?" Spike asked out of the corner of his mouth.

The woman on his arm smiled and nodded to all those who passed, accepting a glass of champagne. "Just look imposing. Enough that no one will mess with you, but not enough to seem out of place. Be gracious, use your manners, no smart-ass remarks, don't talk about why you're with me, evade making full answers, and most importantly, be careful. If anything gets out of hand, politely excuse yourself, say you need to go to the bathroom or something, and signal me."

Spike groaned quietly. "Whoever knew being rich was so hard?"