A/N: I'll try and make this one as long as I can, if it's short, sorry! Review as always :)
.:Faith:.
Disclaimer: 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 3
Buffy walked through the church doors and into her snow white police issued car and rested her head on the steering wheel. When Tara slipped into the passenger seat next to her, Buffy didn't move.
"Are you ok, sir?" Tara asked looking at her partner with worry
"Yeah, I'm fine." Buffy said as she picked her head up and engaged the car.
The car stuttered then turned off.
"God damn piece of shit! I'm a ranking fucking officer I should have a decent car, but no they give me this shit that doesn't even work!" Buffy yelled and punched the dashboard of the car
"If you want me to call maintenance . . ." Tara began
"No I don't want you to call fucking maintenance; those guys hate me down there."
"Well that's because you always go down there and threaten to chop their balls off if they don't give you want you want."
"They probably gave me a defective one just to see me suffer."
"Wouldn't surprise me sir. However, they don't hate me and if I simply explained nicely to them . . ." Tara began but was soon cut off by Buffy
"Fuck nice, oh here we go. It's about time this piece of shit started working." Buffy said as the car sprung to life
Buffy sped off into traffic and glanced over to Tara. At her questioning looks on where they were going Buffy said, "Brace yourself McClay, we're paying a visit to the morgue."
The city morgue was a place that Buffy hated, but one she frequented most.
Buffy walked into the building and was greeted by a secretary in all white sitting at a desk working on her computer.
"Hello. Please state your name, business, and who you would like to see." Said the female in a cheery voice with red hair
How can you be that cheerful in a morgue? Thought Buffy
"I'm Detective Buffy Summers and this is my partner Detective McClay. I'm here to see the body of Sydney Meers."
"And who do you need to see?" asked the female while she checked Buffy and Tara's identification
"We need to see ME Burkle."
"I'm sorry Ms. Burkle is busy at the moment. Perhaps if you came back later or scheduled an appointment,"
"I don't give a flying fuck if Ms. Burkle's entertaining the Queen of England. I need to see that body and I need to see it now." Buffy said as she leaned closer to the red head reading her name tag.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you go back there."
"Listen, Tia, if you don't let me go back and see her I'll call an illegals sweep in here and I bet my badge you've got some you're hiding."
Tia's eyes got the size of silver platters, but she didn't break.
"You- You can't do that."
"Oh I can. McClay, make the call."
"Yes sir." Tara said as she scooted out the door
Buffy merely gave Tia a wicked smile as they waited.
"A team will be here in 30 minutes sir." Tara said when she came back in
"Ok, thank you. Detective, lock it down."
"Wha- What are you doing? You can't do that!" Tia began to protest as she came around her desk trying to stop Buffy
"Oh I can and I will. No one comes in and no one comes out until the team gets here and clears everything."
"Ok, alright, fine! Go in and see Ms Burkle."
"Thank you. McClay, call the team and cancel the sweep."
"Yes sir."
"Thank you for your cooperation." Buffy said as she shot the secretary one last wicked smile
As Buffy and Tara were walking through the corridor, Buffy asked, "So who did you call?"
"Weather, it's hot and it's going to stay hot if you're wondering."
"Great just what I need." Buffy said as she opened the door to the room where the dead bodies lived.
A/N: I know this is really short but I figured I'd give you guys something more than an author's note for today and I have to go to dance soon and I won't be back till late tonight. I promise, (haha I know I say this every chapter) that chapter four will be the longest yet. : ) Thanks for the great reviews . . . and as for the spuffy question, wouldn't you like to know? ; )
.:Faith:.
Disclaimer: 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 3
Buffy walked through the church doors and into her snow white police issued car and rested her head on the steering wheel. When Tara slipped into the passenger seat next to her, Buffy didn't move.
"Are you ok, sir?" Tara asked looking at her partner with worry
"Yeah, I'm fine." Buffy said as she picked her head up and engaged the car.
The car stuttered then turned off.
"God damn piece of shit! I'm a ranking fucking officer I should have a decent car, but no they give me this shit that doesn't even work!" Buffy yelled and punched the dashboard of the car
"If you want me to call maintenance . . ." Tara began
"No I don't want you to call fucking maintenance; those guys hate me down there."
"Well that's because you always go down there and threaten to chop their balls off if they don't give you want you want."
"They probably gave me a defective one just to see me suffer."
"Wouldn't surprise me sir. However, they don't hate me and if I simply explained nicely to them . . ." Tara began but was soon cut off by Buffy
"Fuck nice, oh here we go. It's about time this piece of shit started working." Buffy said as the car sprung to life
Buffy sped off into traffic and glanced over to Tara. At her questioning looks on where they were going Buffy said, "Brace yourself McClay, we're paying a visit to the morgue."
The city morgue was a place that Buffy hated, but one she frequented most.
Buffy walked into the building and was greeted by a secretary in all white sitting at a desk working on her computer.
"Hello. Please state your name, business, and who you would like to see." Said the female in a cheery voice with red hair
How can you be that cheerful in a morgue? Thought Buffy
"I'm Detective Buffy Summers and this is my partner Detective McClay. I'm here to see the body of Sydney Meers."
"And who do you need to see?" asked the female while she checked Buffy and Tara's identification
"We need to see ME Burkle."
"I'm sorry Ms. Burkle is busy at the moment. Perhaps if you came back later or scheduled an appointment,"
"I don't give a flying fuck if Ms. Burkle's entertaining the Queen of England. I need to see that body and I need to see it now." Buffy said as she leaned closer to the red head reading her name tag.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you go back there."
"Listen, Tia, if you don't let me go back and see her I'll call an illegals sweep in here and I bet my badge you've got some you're hiding."
Tia's eyes got the size of silver platters, but she didn't break.
"You- You can't do that."
"Oh I can. McClay, make the call."
"Yes sir." Tara said as she scooted out the door
Buffy merely gave Tia a wicked smile as they waited.
"A team will be here in 30 minutes sir." Tara said when she came back in
"Ok, thank you. Detective, lock it down."
"Wha- What are you doing? You can't do that!" Tia began to protest as she came around her desk trying to stop Buffy
"Oh I can and I will. No one comes in and no one comes out until the team gets here and clears everything."
"Ok, alright, fine! Go in and see Ms Burkle."
"Thank you. McClay, call the team and cancel the sweep."
"Yes sir."
"Thank you for your cooperation." Buffy said as she shot the secretary one last wicked smile
As Buffy and Tara were walking through the corridor, Buffy asked, "So who did you call?"
"Weather, it's hot and it's going to stay hot if you're wondering."
"Great just what I need." Buffy said as she opened the door to the room where the dead bodies lived.
A/N: I know this is really short but I figured I'd give you guys something more than an author's note for today and I have to go to dance soon and I won't be back till late tonight. I promise, (haha I know I say this every chapter) that chapter four will be the longest yet. : ) Thanks for the great reviews . . . and as for the spuffy question, wouldn't you like to know? ; )