A/N: Alright this is officially the end of Raped in Death. Hope you liked it and like I said before in the other chapter . . . look for my sequel Acting in Death. It's been fun writing for you guys and I hope you like this one as much as you like my next one. The first chapter on Acting should be up by the end of the week, so look for it : )
.:Faith:.
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
Epilogue:
Buffy sat in her office well into the night writing her report for Commander Lockley. She finished typing, printed, and decided to hand deliver the report.
She knocked on the Commander's door and was motioned in.
"I don't give a shit if you think it's too hard, find a way and get it done. I want your report by seven hundred tomorrow." Kate said slamming the phone down
"I hate stupid people" she said
"Can't say I blame you." Said Buffy as she moved further into the room
"Here's my report from the Ross Homicide. Completely updated." She said setting it down in front of Kate
"Thank you, oh and Detective?" Kate called to Buffy's retreating form
"I believe you just made Lieutenant." She said smiling
Kate wound around her desk to shake Buffy's hand.
She took the offered hand and beamed at her superior.
"Are you- are you serious?"
"Yes, I am. You deserve it."
..
Buffy walked down to Interview room B and opened the door to her waiting, impatient father.
"My name is Lilah Morgan and you have no right to keep my client here against his will."
"Let me guess. You're from Wolfram & Hart?" Buffy asked taking a seat
"Yes I am."
"Figures. Look sister, your client here is wanted for multiple murders."
"Murders in which you have no proof that he did."
"We have proof. We have fingerprints, hair follicles, skin samples. We got a whole mess of proof."
Lilah frowned and turned toward Hank.
"Now, let's start this," Buffy said as she engaged the recorder and began interrogating her father
..
Buffy walked into her apartment exhausted from the questioning.
"You alright love?" asked Spike that was at her side in an instant
"Yeah, I'm alright. I just got done questioning my fath- Hank."
"Oh. Is there anything I can do?" he asked, the English flowing silkily across his tongue
"No, it's ok."
Buffy looked at him, the man that she had fallen in love with in such a short amount of time. Love struck her at the oddest times, but she took her hand and pressed her palm against his cheek.
"I love you," she whispered looking deeply into his brilliantly blue eyes
Spike smiled at her, "I love you too."
He took her hand and linked his fingers with hers.
Buffy moved away after a few moments and asked, "So I'm feeling like pizza, what about you?"
"Sounds great pet,"
Buffy made the call and told him it would arrive in ten minutes since she had threatened the deliverer.
Spike leaned over and kissed Buffy, passionately. It was tender and loving, everything that a kiss should be. It was slow and savoring, both of them wanting to hold onto the moment.
The bell to the apartment rang and Buffy groaned as she pried herself away from Spike and answered the door.
She paid the delivery boy, who was terrified of Buffy, and ran like a bat out of hell as soon as Buffy gave him his tip.
She sat the pizza down and opened it taking a slice, as did Spike.
Buffy looked at Spike again and noticed that he looked relaxed and at home eating pizza as much as he looked at home while eating a four course five star meal.
"What?" he asked his mouth filled with cheesy goodness
"Nothing," Buffy took his hand and led him to a window
They sat together watching the sunset in peace until Spike decided to piss Buffy off and smear a little pizza sauce on her cheek.
"Oh, now it's war," she said taking a finger full of tomato sauce and trying to smear it on Spike's face.
They sat there, the cop and the criminal, laughing together as they smeared pizza sauce all over each other while the Sun set over the Los Angeles horizon.
.:Faith:.
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
Epilogue:
Buffy sat in her office well into the night writing her report for Commander Lockley. She finished typing, printed, and decided to hand deliver the report.
She knocked on the Commander's door and was motioned in.
"I don't give a shit if you think it's too hard, find a way and get it done. I want your report by seven hundred tomorrow." Kate said slamming the phone down
"I hate stupid people" she said
"Can't say I blame you." Said Buffy as she moved further into the room
"Here's my report from the Ross Homicide. Completely updated." She said setting it down in front of Kate
"Thank you, oh and Detective?" Kate called to Buffy's retreating form
"I believe you just made Lieutenant." She said smiling
Kate wound around her desk to shake Buffy's hand.
She took the offered hand and beamed at her superior.
"Are you- are you serious?"
"Yes, I am. You deserve it."
..
Buffy walked down to Interview room B and opened the door to her waiting, impatient father.
"My name is Lilah Morgan and you have no right to keep my client here against his will."
"Let me guess. You're from Wolfram & Hart?" Buffy asked taking a seat
"Yes I am."
"Figures. Look sister, your client here is wanted for multiple murders."
"Murders in which you have no proof that he did."
"We have proof. We have fingerprints, hair follicles, skin samples. We got a whole mess of proof."
Lilah frowned and turned toward Hank.
"Now, let's start this," Buffy said as she engaged the recorder and began interrogating her father
..
Buffy walked into her apartment exhausted from the questioning.
"You alright love?" asked Spike that was at her side in an instant
"Yeah, I'm alright. I just got done questioning my fath- Hank."
"Oh. Is there anything I can do?" he asked, the English flowing silkily across his tongue
"No, it's ok."
Buffy looked at him, the man that she had fallen in love with in such a short amount of time. Love struck her at the oddest times, but she took her hand and pressed her palm against his cheek.
"I love you," she whispered looking deeply into his brilliantly blue eyes
Spike smiled at her, "I love you too."
He took her hand and linked his fingers with hers.
Buffy moved away after a few moments and asked, "So I'm feeling like pizza, what about you?"
"Sounds great pet,"
Buffy made the call and told him it would arrive in ten minutes since she had threatened the deliverer.
Spike leaned over and kissed Buffy, passionately. It was tender and loving, everything that a kiss should be. It was slow and savoring, both of them wanting to hold onto the moment.
The bell to the apartment rang and Buffy groaned as she pried herself away from Spike and answered the door.
She paid the delivery boy, who was terrified of Buffy, and ran like a bat out of hell as soon as Buffy gave him his tip.
She sat the pizza down and opened it taking a slice, as did Spike.
Buffy looked at Spike again and noticed that he looked relaxed and at home eating pizza as much as he looked at home while eating a four course five star meal.
"What?" he asked his mouth filled with cheesy goodness
"Nothing," Buffy took his hand and led him to a window
They sat together watching the sunset in peace until Spike decided to piss Buffy off and smear a little pizza sauce on her cheek.
"Oh, now it's war," she said taking a finger full of tomato sauce and trying to smear it on Spike's face.
They sat there, the cop and the criminal, laughing together as they smeared pizza sauce all over each other while the Sun set over the Los Angeles horizon.