Metalmayhem: Ahh but the big question is will they ever get their answers?

Ok, I apologise but this is only a short chapter, but like I've said they need to end in specific spots. So read and enjoy.

Chapter 4

Spike grinned down at the fallen Slayer. He thought about leaving her lying there in the snow, waking up to defeat, perhaps he could turn the pretty detective.

No Not yet

Lifting a hand up he snapped his fingers twice and several dark shadows detached themselves from themselves from the surrounding walls and once they reached the light it was obvious they were vampires. Older than those that had died earlier in the night but young enough for Spike to still control.

Something off to the side caught his eye, turning bodily his eyes came to rest on the injured detective lying there. Her brown eyes open wide with something akin to fear.

Grinning he took a step towards to her.

Outside the alley where a fellow Detective was lying on the ground injured John Munch sat in a black sedan, waiting impatiently for something to happen. They could easily press charges on Miss Summers for assault with a deadly weapon but they didn't have a weapon and they didn't have any victims. From what Fin had told him she was a damn good fighter, and whoever or whatever she was fighting had literally disappeared into thin air.

In the quiet of the car Munch jumped as the shrillness of his cell phone ringing cut through the air. Sighing to himself he reached into his inside left breast pocket and pulled it out and looked at the caller ID his eyebrows raised as he saw Olivia's name and number flash. Shrugging his shoulders slightly he flipped the phone open and brought it up to his ear.

"Munch"

No response

"Benson, you there" he heard a muffled noise through the ear piece.

Getting worried he tried once more "Olivia, if you can hear me tell me"

Silence.

Raising the portable radio that was nestled in his left had he was about to depress the button when a cry of pain echoed through the phone. Without pausing he pushed the car door open and ran towards the ally that Olivia had last been seen going into while depressing the talk button on the radio.

"We're going in. Benson's in trouble"

That was all he needed to say to get the rest of the unit moving towards the ally way.

It was too much, she felt like there were white-hot needles slowly making her way up and down her arm. Every time she attempted to move it only caused the intensity of the pain to rise.

Elliot didn't bother trying to be quiet as he ran down the ally way. At the end he skidded to a stop, lying there on the ground was Buffy Summers, bleeding cut on her head and showing no signs of being conscious, but it was the two people right in front of the girl that stopped him short. Standing there was a man, dressed all in black, pale skin and platinum hair stark against his chosen attire, the man was holding his partner up by the wrist, her feet dangling in the air, head lolling to the side slightly a trickle of blood still running down her neck.

He saw several other people climbing the wall and fire escapes at the back end but didn't care. He was focused solely on his partner and getting her out of here alive.

"Let her go" he called out as he raised his weapon to bear.

The man chuckled as he turned to face them "You won't shoot" he stated confidently "not when I have the pretty lady here between you and me."

Elliot knew it was the truth but he couldn't let him see that, for all Elliot knew this man could be the one they were looking for.

Turning his gaze slowly to the left and then to the right, Spike could see Munch were trying to maneuver their way round behind him, but didn't spy Fin edging his way around the other side.

He chuckled again "Do you really think you can stop me with your fancy guns." The smirk dropped off his face "It may hurt like a bitch, but it won't stop me"

Fin slowly made his way along the ally his back flat against the wall, knowing that he needed to get into a position to take down this guy without hitting Olivia. He could see the other Detective's face by now, her eyes were squeezed shut, in an attempt to block out the pain he guessed she was obviously in. As for the guy holding her, he couldn't keep it up for ever, and while Fin may have privately believed that Olivia could do with some extra weight on her it can't have been the easiest position in the world to hold. This guy had to be struggling.

Fin could hear Elliot still trying to talk the guy down.

"Just let her go and nobody else has to get hurt"

The mans free hand moved and the dim light reflected off something held there. Squinting slightly Fin managed to push back the panic as he made out the form of a knife. Immediately he brought his weapon up and trained his sights on the mans chest. He had a clean shot but would he need it?

"Nope" the man smiled, appearing cool and clam, not at all worried that there were armed police officers surrounding him "I like this one, I think I'll keep her. Not like the others, this one will be just fine for what I want" He brought the hand that was clutching the knife up and ran the edge down Olivia's cheek, not breaking the skin.

Fin knew then he didn't have a choice, squeezing the trigger twice he fired on them. The first shot found its mark, striking the man directly in the chest but then something odd happened.

His form crumpled and Olivia fell to the ground, dust exploding where he had been standing. As it cleared they could make out the blond woman standing there, piece of wood in hand look of shock on her face.

Fin looked her up and down hoping that he hadn't hit her, but then his eyes came to rest on a blooming red stain spreading across her right chest and shoulder. As though in slow motion she brought her hand up to the wound and touched it almost irreverently, looking down at the blood stained hand and then back up at Fin she uttered one word.

"Thank you"

Her knees gave out as she fell to the ground. Thinking that she had finally finished.