The Phone Call
A month passed and not much changed in the Summers' house. Joyce and Hank still didn't realise that Tara was staying with them, but as Dawn had said, what they didn't know couldn't hurt them.
Buffy and Spike still didn't say a word to each other except for sarcastic comments or insults. They truly disliked each other.
Spike still went out with Dawn and Faith every night to the Fish Tank; even though he didn't particularly like going there, it was better than spending 24 hours a day in his room.
"Aren't we going out tonight, Niblet?" Spike asked as he came into her room.
"No," she answered glumly. "Faith's visiting her parents in LA for the day so I don't have a lift; it take like an hour to walk so I am not doing that." She returned to fiddling with her hair.
"I'll tell ya what," Spike said. "I'll take you." Dawn frowned.
"You don't have a car?" She was confused.
"Your dad left his car keys on the kitchen table before jumping in the taxi to the airport," he grinned.
"Airport?"
"He said something about Germany for two weeks, you're Mom went with him, there's a note on the fridge. Anyway, I can drive; no-one will ever find out."
Seven hours later they were both sitting in a police cell.
~~~~~
Buffy sat up with a jolt. The phone ringing had woke her up; she glanced at the clock, 6AM! Who would call at this hour?
"Hello?" She said sleepily into the phone.
"Miss Summers?" a voice asked.
"Yes?" Buffy asked. "Who is this?"
"My name is Riley Finn, I'm an officer at SDPD. I have Dawn and Spike down at the station.
"Oh God!" Buffy moaned. "Not again, look Dawn is only eleven, you can't arrest her."
"Well, we'll need proof of her age and bail money for Spike," Riley explained.
"I'll be there in an hour," Buffy said before putting the phone down. What the hell had Spike got Dawn caught up in now? She got dressed and grabbed her Jag keys.
~~~~~
"Here's Dawn proof of age and Spike's bail money," Buffy passed them to Officer Finn. He smiley goofyly at her before putting it in the safe. Buffy rolled her eyes. She was used to dumb guys going all stupid round her. But not this stupid, he reminded her of Doofy from Scary Movie. All he needed was the 'special officer' sticker.
He went over to unlock the cell. Dawn came running out with Spike dancing behind her.
"Thank you so much, Buffy!" Dawn hugged her. "Mom and Dad said one more police pick up and they wouldn't by me a car when I turned 16." Buffy hugged her back stiffly.
"Where's the car you 'borrowed from dad?" Buffy asked, she had seen them take it out the car lot. It wasn't her Dad's favourite car but was still one that he used quite a lot.
"That's the problem," Spike sang. Buffy glared over at him. So it was his fault that her sister had been arrested for the fourth time, he stank of alcohol. "We got into a little car crash, I don't think it's coming back, and that bloody idiot," he pointed to Riley who was know dealing with someone else the other side of a large window, "wouldn't believe the car was ours, so he arrested us for theft, pillock"
"You crashed my dad's Mercedes!" Buffy yelled. A guy in the next cell coifed something that sounded like 'rich snob'; Buffy ignored it.
"It wasn't our fault. The other guys drove off before the cops got there," Dawn protested. "But the cop got all edgy 'cos Spike was over the limit." Spike grinned before puking all over the floor.
Buffy looked over to him. She shook her head and turned for the door. "We can talk about this tomorrow."
Dawn and Spike gave each other a worried look and followed her.
A month passed and not much changed in the Summers' house. Joyce and Hank still didn't realise that Tara was staying with them, but as Dawn had said, what they didn't know couldn't hurt them.
Buffy and Spike still didn't say a word to each other except for sarcastic comments or insults. They truly disliked each other.
Spike still went out with Dawn and Faith every night to the Fish Tank; even though he didn't particularly like going there, it was better than spending 24 hours a day in his room.
"Aren't we going out tonight, Niblet?" Spike asked as he came into her room.
"No," she answered glumly. "Faith's visiting her parents in LA for the day so I don't have a lift; it take like an hour to walk so I am not doing that." She returned to fiddling with her hair.
"I'll tell ya what," Spike said. "I'll take you." Dawn frowned.
"You don't have a car?" She was confused.
"Your dad left his car keys on the kitchen table before jumping in the taxi to the airport," he grinned.
"Airport?"
"He said something about Germany for two weeks, you're Mom went with him, there's a note on the fridge. Anyway, I can drive; no-one will ever find out."
Seven hours later they were both sitting in a police cell.
~~~~~
Buffy sat up with a jolt. The phone ringing had woke her up; she glanced at the clock, 6AM! Who would call at this hour?
"Hello?" She said sleepily into the phone.
"Miss Summers?" a voice asked.
"Yes?" Buffy asked. "Who is this?"
"My name is Riley Finn, I'm an officer at SDPD. I have Dawn and Spike down at the station.
"Oh God!" Buffy moaned. "Not again, look Dawn is only eleven, you can't arrest her."
"Well, we'll need proof of her age and bail money for Spike," Riley explained.
"I'll be there in an hour," Buffy said before putting the phone down. What the hell had Spike got Dawn caught up in now? She got dressed and grabbed her Jag keys.
~~~~~
"Here's Dawn proof of age and Spike's bail money," Buffy passed them to Officer Finn. He smiley goofyly at her before putting it in the safe. Buffy rolled her eyes. She was used to dumb guys going all stupid round her. But not this stupid, he reminded her of Doofy from Scary Movie. All he needed was the 'special officer' sticker.
He went over to unlock the cell. Dawn came running out with Spike dancing behind her.
"Thank you so much, Buffy!" Dawn hugged her. "Mom and Dad said one more police pick up and they wouldn't by me a car when I turned 16." Buffy hugged her back stiffly.
"Where's the car you 'borrowed from dad?" Buffy asked, she had seen them take it out the car lot. It wasn't her Dad's favourite car but was still one that he used quite a lot.
"That's the problem," Spike sang. Buffy glared over at him. So it was his fault that her sister had been arrested for the fourth time, he stank of alcohol. "We got into a little car crash, I don't think it's coming back, and that bloody idiot," he pointed to Riley who was know dealing with someone else the other side of a large window, "wouldn't believe the car was ours, so he arrested us for theft, pillock"
"You crashed my dad's Mercedes!" Buffy yelled. A guy in the next cell coifed something that sounded like 'rich snob'; Buffy ignored it.
"It wasn't our fault. The other guys drove off before the cops got there," Dawn protested. "But the cop got all edgy 'cos Spike was over the limit." Spike grinned before puking all over the floor.
Buffy looked over to him. She shook her head and turned for the door. "We can talk about this tomorrow."
Dawn and Spike gave each other a worried look and followed her.