A/N: Ok I'm going to try and make this one longer and since I have nothing better to do all weekend or next week I'm going to update possibly every day or every other day, depending on if people love me enough to hang out with me haha. Anyway, here's chapter two, I hope you like it. R&R as always

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P.S. The books are a series that always end in 'In Death' the first book is called Naked In Death by J.D. Robb, they should sell them anywhere they sell books...they're so good I just love them!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own spike. Anyway nothing is mine sadly and none of the lines from any of the scripts are mine. The title and the plot are loosely based on the In Death books by J.D. Robb. I don't own it either

Rating: R, just for good measure

Chapter Two:

Buffy got to the Promenade Towers minutes before Tara. As she stepped out of her car she asked the first Officer she saw what had happened.

"Well, sir, the Victim has apparently been, uh, carved."

"What the hell do you mean by 'carved' " Buffy asked the Officer

"Well, the killer apparently took a knife and uh, sterilized her after raping her."

"Alright, thanks Officer. . . Bauer." She said as she looked at his name tag.

Buffy rode the elevator up to the third floor and found apartment B on her right. She took a breath and opened the door.

The smell was what hit her first. The smell of death. Once it was in your system you could never quite get it out all the way.

The apartment was small and very organized, which told Buffy she might have been Obsessive Compulsive. The white walls were accented by pictures of the beach or flowers. Her blue couch sat in the middle of the room with a television on one side and a window on the other. On the small side table there were pictures of her friends and family. A small kitchen was off to the right with a mini fridge a sink and a stove. Buffy walked down the white picture covered hallway and into the bedroom.

Buffy stopped herself before she went into the bedroom; she took a deep breath and had to blank everything out of her head to keep from getting sick because what she saw was horrific.

The woman was lying on her baby pink sheeted bed, her legs spread in an obscene way. Her Blonde hair was splayed around her head and her pillow like a halo. Her face was beaten and bruised; her one eye was open while the other was swollen shut in a maroon colored bruise. Her throat was slashed from right to left and blood had crusted on her chest and throat.

"Oh Jesus" Buffy said under her breath

Tara walked into the room and had to stop herself at the horror that was displayed in front of her.

"Oh god, sir . . . I think I'm going to be . . ." Tara began

"If you're going to retch do it elsewhere."

Buffy didn't even finish her sentence before Tara ran out of the room to find a bathroom.

When Tara got back she was paler and calmer.

"Get the field kit." Buffy told her not looking up

Tara obeyed and gave Buffy the kit, "How could someone do this to another person?"

"Pretty sick isn't it?"

"Yeah, it really is. I don't think I've ever seen something like this."

"I've seen worse." Was all Buffy said, Tara was sure she had and therefore didn't say anything.

Buffy lifted the victims hand to do an ID scan, when the scan was done she told Tara to turn the recorder on.

"Victim has been identified as Meers, Sydney. Victim has been beaten and raped; the killer further took a knife and sterilized the victim before slitting her throat. The knife that was used to kill Sydney is not on the premises and is assumed by the Head Investigator that the killer removed the knife from the scene and either discarded it elsewhere or kept it. Estimated time of death is between oh one hundred and oh five hundred."

When the record was off Buffy and Tara walked out of the apartment, slid down a wall down the dingy hall and sat in silence.

"God that was horrible." Tara said breaking the silence

"Yeah, it was"

The same Officer that had talked to Buffy came up to her and said, "Sir, the brother is in the lobby, he's the one that discovered the body."

Buffy looked up at the Officer and nodded.

"I'll be down in a minute." She didn't bother on scolding him for not telling her earlier about the brother.

Buffy rode the elevator down to the lobby and spotted the brother sitting on a small couch looking around like he was guilty of something. The MT had told her that they gave him something to calm him down, but Buffy thought it made him more jumpy.

Buffy walked over to the man and sat down in front of him.

"Mr. Meers?" she asked

"Yes, uh, Warren, just call me Warren" he said

"Ok, Warren. My name is Detective Summers. I'm here to ask you a few questions about your sister, Sydney."

"My-oh god, my sister . . . she-she's dead. Someone killed her."

"Yes she is. And I'm going to find out who killed her but I have to ask you some questions first."

"Ok"

"Why were you at your sister's apartment this morning?" Buffy asked

"I- well, I- we had a breakfast date ever Monday morning, it was like a ritual. She was sometimes late so I decided to see if she had somehow forgotten or slept in or something. That's when I- that's when I found her."

"What time did you find her Warren?"

"Oh, uh, I don't know, around ten am I guess."

Buffy studied Warren. She took in his face and his form. He was sitting down so she couldn't get a good height check but she imagined he was somewhere around six two. He was built too, probably didn't work out that much but enough to not let himself get flabby. His brown hair was messy and it looked like he just ran his fingers through it. His hands were in his lap concentrating and his brown eyes were swimming with despair as he looked at Buffy.

"I wasn't expecting what I saw when I walked in the door. I figured something was wrong because of the smell, it was almost unbearable. I didn't even try and do anything I just ran out and called the Police. I didn't even think about covering her up."

"It was good that you didn't otherwise you would have contaminated the scene and made it harder for me to catch her killer." Buffy said as she looked at him with pity.

"Can someone confirm your whereabouts last night between one am and five am?" Buffy asked

Taken by surprise Warren answered, "Wha- what? Uh, yes, my girlfriend, Katrina. She was with me, but we were sleeping. I swear. Detective Summers, why would I kill my own sister?"

"I don't know, some people do desperate things to get something out of the way."

Appalled that Buffy could suspect him of such a thing Warren angrily got up and sad furiously, "You think I could do that to my sister? To rape and beat her while she screamed for help? You think I could do that to someone? I think this questioning is done Detective Summers."

"I just have one more question for you Mr. Meers,"

"What"

"Did you notice anyone walking out of the building coming from the direction of your sister's apartment?"

"Uh, no, no I didn't. I was in too much of a rush and a fury to notice anyone." Warren started to leave but Buffy stopped him

"Just one more thing, did your sister ever mention someone that she was afraid of, or someone that was bothering her, like an old boyfriend or anything?"

"No. My sister was well liked."

"Thank you for your time Mr. Meers. I'll have an Officer take you home. I'm sorry for your loss." Buffy spoke them even though she knew they were empty words. Empty meaningless words that had wormed their way out of her mouth too many times to count.

There had to have been a connection Buffy thought as she looked at her computer screen in her office. A club they both frequented, or a friend, a job, anything. So far she was coming up empty.

The memorial for Marcy Ross was in a couple of hours and Buffy figured she'd have just enough time to write her report, go home, change, then get to the memorial.

She got to work on her report and left behind schedule so she just went straight to the memorial.

She sat in one of the back benches. She hated memorials, the people, the weeping, and the smell of flowers.

Her eyes were rolling over people's faces to try and see if she knew any of them. And then she saw him.

Spike Raleigh sitting up with the family like he was part of it.

As if he sensed her eyes on him he turned his eyes on her and met hers. They stared at each other for a while and then he just went back to the service.

After the memorial, Buffy was hoping to corner Spike and question him a little, she was pleased when she saw him finally alone and vulnerable to her.

He was dressed elegantly in all black and turned as Buffy came towards him.

"Well hello there. What can I do for you love?" he asked her

Buffy resisted to roll her eyes and just asked, "I need to speak with you for a moment if you don't mind Mr. Raleigh."

"Well I don't normally go to private rooms with strange women I don't know, but for you I'll make an exception." He winked at her and this time she did roll her eyes

She found a secluded room and dragged him in it by the arm that she was steering him by. She shut the old wood door and turned to him.

"My name is Detective Buffy Summers. I need to ask you a few questions."

"A cop are you? Well shit, I can usually spot a cop a mile away and I would've never pegged you as one."

"Well now that we've gotten all cozy tell me what your relationship was with Marcy Ross."

"Doesn't waste time do you? Let's see, ah, Marcy, a fine girl."

"How did you know her?" Buffy asked in an impatient voice

Spike sensed the impatience in her voice and decided to have fun with her.

"I knew her fairly well. We had a, uh, brief but deep relationship."

"You banged her." Buffy said flatly

Spike merely raised a brow

"What a way with words you have. But yes, I had a sexual relationship with her as well as an emotional one."

"What about Sydney Meers? Did you know her?"

"Yes I did. I also had a relationship with her."

"Don't tell me you banged her too."

"In a matter of speaking."

"Great." Buffy said under her breath

"I thought so"

Funny guy Buffy thought sarcastically.

"Do you own the Promenade Towers in Downtown LA?" Buffy asked

"I'm not sure; I'll have to check on that."

"What do you mean you're not sure? You don't know if you own a building or not?" Buffy asked in surprise that a person could just forget that he owned something as big as a building.

Spike simply smirked and said, "Well I own a majority of buildings, I'm sure I own that one, I just have to double check."

"Right, you do that." Buffy moved to the door but Spike grabbed her by the arm, gently but firmly.

"Get your hand off me or I might have to take you down pal." Buffy said simply looking down at his hand connecting with her arm

"You're not afraid of me are you love?"

Buffy tipped her chin as if in defiance, "Not a bit."

"Hmm" was all he said and he let her go

Buffy just stood there for a moment then wondered what the hell she was still doing there and walked out.

Spike stayed in the room for a little while longer, toying with a button he had just snagged from her shirt without her knowing, thinking about the amazing women he had just met and how careful he would have to be about what he told her.

A/N: Cheesy ending I know, but hey, I made it as long as I could. I know Warren doesn't have a sister, but I wanted to tie him in somehow. Thanks for the reviews so far, keep it going ( I got some good ones so far that I think I'll use. I should post again . . . maybe Sunday if you guys are lucky, but if not it will definitely be Monday. Have a good weekend.

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P.S. The dreams and their meaning will be revealed in later chapters . . .