A/N: Alright I'll soften her up, but I had to make her that way to explain something later on.
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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 Five:
Buffy had just gotten back from giving Commander Lockley her written report. As she made her way through the bullpen to her office she found something that she wasn't expecting to find in her office.
Tara.
Buffy cleared her throat as she walked to her desk.
"Listen. I want to apologize for the way I acted this morning. It was uncalled for and I shouldn't have used force on you. And if you want to you can file a complaint." Buffy said meeting Tara's eyes
"No sir, I do not want to do that. I am also apologizing for the way I acted this morning. I had no right to question the Head Investigator's methods." Tara said in a monotone voice and flat eyes
"First of all Tara, take that stick out of your ass. I just apologized to you. And I am sorry for what happened. I shouldn't have flipped out on you. I'm just . . . not feeling well."
Tara looked surprised at Buffy's use of her first name, and then sighed heavily.
"You were right though. If you let it get to you, it will eat away at your insides."
"Ok. So, are we cool?"
"Yeah, we are. Anything you need me to do?" she asked
"Yeah, I need you to call Burkle and hassle her. She still hasn't given me the results for the noose that was used on stage." Buffy coughed a three times and had Tara looking at her funny
"Are you ok? You seem like you might have a cold or something, you're voice is all scratchy and stuff."
"I'm fine. I just need something to eat. Go hassle Burkle." Buffy sat down in her desk chair and felt a little faint.
What is happening to me? she thought I've never felt this way before.
..
"Summers. Buffy! Buffy wake up, please wake up!" said a female stranger as she tried to shake Buffy awake
"Wha—What happened?" asked a groggy Buffy
"You fainted." Said Kate
"I whated?"
"You fainted; you were at in your chair when I saw you faint from the pen. What happened?" Kate asked
"I—I don't know." Buffy said shaking her head clear, then realizing that it was a bad idea too late said, "I'm sorry, excuse me." And rushed off to the bathroom to be sick
..
Buffy stared at her reflection in the Station's bathroom mirror.
Her face was paler than usual and her eyes looked unusually dark and sunken into her head. She had been sick three times and her stomach still didn't feel like it was going to give up.
She splashed cold water on her face and loved the way the cool water melted with her flaming hot skin.
"What is wrong with me?" she said aloud
..
"You should take the rest of the day off. You're obviously not feeling well." Kate said as Buffy walked back into her office
"No, I'm fine. Just a little stomach flu or whatever, it's over now." She said coughing four times
"That is not the stomach flu that is something more. You should go see a doctor or something."
"No! Look I'm fine. I am perfectly capable of doing my job." Buffy said coughing two more times and resting a hand on the corner of her desk from the queasiness that was overwhelming her.
"Summers, you are not alright. You need to go home. Have Spike look after you or something."
"I'm telling you—"Buffy began but was interrupted by Kate
"And I'm no longer telling you I am ordering you. I can't have sick cops working. Go home and sleep." She said in a gentle voice
..
Buffy made her way through the corridors of her house and plopped down on the bed staring at the ceiling.
"Love, why are you home so early." Spike asked walking into the bedroom seeing his wife lying sprawled on the midnight blue sheets.
"Lockley made me. She said I was—"Buffy trailed off
"That you were what?"
Buffy sighed than gave in.
"That I was too sick to work today. She has this crazy notion that I have the flu or something." She said rolling onto her stomach, then deciding that was a bad idea, rolled onto her left side.
"And are you?" Spike asked walking over to Buffy and trailing a line up and down her back
"No! I'm perfectly fine!" Buffy said getting to her feet
"Well, you look fine to me."
Buffy coughed a few times and Spike raised a brow at her.
"But you don't sound fine. Come, lay down and I'll make you some soup." He said getting up and making his way to the kitchenette
"I don't want any god damn soup. I want to go back to work." Buffy said defiantly
"You're going to eat this and you're going to feel better. I can't have my wife coughing up a lung and dying before I've finished with her." He said handing her a steaming bowl of chicken noodle
"I hate it when you say 'my wife' in that tone." She said glaring at Spike
"I know. Eat up, you'll feel better. Promise."
Buffy started eating until she realized that the soup was tranq'd.
"Oh shit. You drugged the soup." She said as her eyes were already rolling up
"Yes I did. And it was because you needed some sleep."
When Spike was sure Buffy was asleep and she couldn't hurt him, he took a blanket from a chair and wrapped her up in it.
"Sweet dreams my angel. You're gonna kill me in the morning." He said kissing her forehead.
..
Buffy woke to machines buzzing and tubes stuck in her arms. Startled she shot straight up and came face to face with Spike.
"As soon as I get out of here I'm going to kick your ass." She said snarling
"Now, now love. You needed medical attention. You failed to tell me that you had fainted at work."
"You didn't ask."
"Ah. I'll keep that one in mind."
"Bite me. How the hell do you get these things off?" she growled as she tried to rip out the needles that were hooked into her
"You wouldn't want to do that pet."
"Kiss my ass. I need to get out of here, now." Buffy said
"No, you don't. Hi, I'm Doctor McNamara." Said the good doctor that had appeared in the doorway
"Get me out of here now." Buffy said sending him a death glare that would have anyone else trembling
"She doesn't much care for hospitals." Spike said amused
"I caught that. Now Mrs. Raleigh—"
"Oh now you've done it mate." Spike said with humor thick in his voice
"Call me that again you're gonna be the one that needs medical attention. My name is Lieutenant. Lieutenant Buffy Summers." She said angrily
"Right. Lieutenant Summers. It seems you have a very severe case of the flu. We need to take another blood test and keep you for a few days for observation."
"Like hell you are. I'm going home right now." She said trying to get out of the bed
"No, you're not," the doctor said pushing her back down, "Something else has come up and we need to keep you here. You're not leaving the hospital Lieutenant."
Buffy sat back defeated and sighed heavily.
"Fine."
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Two days later, Buffy was still sitting in the same hospital bed and pissed as ever.
"They told me that I could go home today, and now they're saying they have to keep me here another night? No fucking way. I'm leaving." She said ripping out the IV's in her hands.
"You're going to lie down and listen to what the good doctor has to say. He said he has some news that he has to tell us." Spike said pushing Buffy back into the same spot she had been lying in for nearly three days.
"Hello Lieutenant. Feeling better I hope." Said Dr. McNamara as he walked into the room looking at a clipboard filled with information.
"I have some good news for you Lieutenant." Said the doctor
"I get to leave here?" Buffy asked hopefully making Spike smile
"Even better." He said looking at his clipboard as if for conformation
"Mr. Raleigh, Lieutenant Summers. You're going to have a baby." Said McNamara beaming a smile at Buffy
Buffy's face fell and her mind went into a whirl or statements.
"What?!" she yelled angry surprise
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A/N: Well, I figured I'd make it a little interesting and spice it up a bit. Hopefully you'll like and review : )
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