A/N: Sorry this has taken me a long time for me to update, I've had to go through so much drama and bullshit the last few days . . . it's been crazy. I don't know how long this is going to be because I'm writing it at school and I don't really have a whole lot of time. I will try to update as soon as I can, but I can promise that it will not be as long as this last update has taken me. Thank you so much for being patient . . . with what little people are reading this, heh. Anyway, thanks a bunch.

Faith

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own spike. Don't own the J.D. Robb characters . . . nothing.

Rating: R

Chapter Eleven

"What the hell am I doing here?" Buffy yelled again in a furious rage

Spike ran into the room and couldn't help but smile at his wife that had just woken up.

Doctors in white lab coats were surrounding Buffy's bed trying to get her restrained, but to no avail.

"Get the hell off of me. I swear to God I'm going to kick your ass when I get out of here." She said glancing over at Spike who had been sitting there watching the show

"And I look forward to that moment darling. You know how I love it when you threaten me." He said smirking

Buffy snarled and finally gave up as a thin needle containing a sedative was shoved into her arm.

"Well shit." Was all she could say

..>

Eve and Roarke were standing next to Buffy's bed, Eve sharing cop jargon with Buffy, and Roarke admiring both women.

"So you haven't found out anything new?" Buffy asked disappointed

"Not really no," Eve began equally depressed, "However, the medical examiner, uh- Berkle, she found a few hairs on the victims. They could be linked to your killer."

"Great, I knew she'd find me something. Thanks for all your help. I mean it."

"Not a problem."

..>

Several cops and friends had stopped by Buffy's room to congratulate her on her waking up. Many had left some sort of gift, leaving the windowsill by her bed a makeshift garden.

Her commander had walked in with the one person Buffy did not want to see.

Lindsey McDonald.

"Well, well, what a surprise." Buffy said barely opening her eyes to see the couple

"I don't want to hear it Summers." Kate warned

"I wasn't going to say a thing." Buffy said smirking

"I'm very sorry for what has happened to you Lieutenant." Lindsey said in surprising sympathy

"Yeah, I bet you just love the fact that I'm lying here in a hospital bed and you get to witness it."

"I'm warning you Lieutenant, you best watch yourself." Hissed Kate defensively

Buffy closed her eyes and rested her head on the white hard as stone pillow.

"Listen," began Lindsey, "I want to help with the investigation."

That was enough to make Buffy wake up fully.

"Excuse me?"

"I want to help. Any way I can."

Buffy considered it, weighed her options, then decided the more help she got the faster she could close the case.

"Fine. Help Dallas and her husband go over data, maybe you'll catch something that they didn't." defeated, Buffy again rested her head on the pillow

"Ok, thanks. I'm very appreciative."

"Yeah yeah." Muttered the pillow

..>

"Oh god, Summers you're ok!"

Tara McClay came rushing into the room, arms a flurry and what would appear to be more flowers in her waving hands.

Here it comes, Buffy thought.

"Hey McClay. Yeah, I'm ok. If I'm lucky these nazi bastards will let me out of here tonight." Buffy yelled emphasizing the nazi bastards

Tara rushed over to the bed and somehow, to Buffy's shock, maneuvered around the tubes and wires and gave her a giant hug.

"God I was so worried about you, everyone was. Man I'm so glad you're ok!" the joy couldn't seem to stop radiating from her

"Have you got anything new for me?" asked Buffy all business like

"Nope. Not a single thing. Xander and Willow are working as hard as they can to get this bastard so we can have you back at the station where you rightfully belong."

"Yeah thanks. I'm glad."

..>

Later that night the doctors so lovingly referred to as the 'nazi bastards' let Buffy go, as long as she took her medication and did nothing too serious for the next week or so.

Buffy, Spike, and quite possibly the doctors, knew that she wouldn't do either.

"Home sweet home." Said Buffy as Spike carried her into their bedroom.

Normally she would have rejected the thought of him carrying her, but at the moment, it sounded too good to pass up.

As Buffy got to her feet she immediately transformed to all cop business.

"All right, I need to get Dallas, Roarke, McClay, Harris and McDonald in here for a briefing. I need Dallas to tell me about her like crimes."

"Love, don't you think you should lay down for a little while and rest?" asked Spike, though he knew it would do no good

"Bite me." Was all she said and continued to rattle off her agenda to herself

..>

An hour later, after several cups of coffee and some frustrating banter with her computer, Buffy had managed to get everyone into her office for a briefing.

"Ok people, this guy is still out there and we need to figure out how to stop him. I am no longer primary on this case or affiliated with the LAPD at the moment. All of you could get fired for what you are about to do. Is there anyone who has a problem with doing this?" Buffy asked the group, her green eyes scanning every face

There was silence.

"Ok then, let's get to work."

Everyone started to file out, but she held Eve back.

"You realize you're jeopardizing your job right?"

"Yes I do. But I have the feeling you would do the same thing."

"You're right. I would. Now, I need you to tell me about your two like crimes that you had, what was it? A year ago?" Buffy asked sitting down at her desk with a cup of coffee at hand

"Yeah, it was a year ago. My husband and I were at the theater, just enjoying the show. There was a scene where the man was supposed to stab himself to death. The knife was supposed to be plastic, but that opening night it wasn't. He keeled over and I was assigned the case."

"Jeez I'm sure reviews for that were a killer." Buffy chuckled to herself and so did Eve

"Ok, I'm done. Heh, couldn't help myself."

"Yeah, I kept making those jokes the entire time I was on the case. Really started to piss people off."

"I can see why. Tell me about the other one." Buffy said sipping her black bitter coffee.

"The other was the same MO as yours. Same play, same way of killing,"

"Ok, I need to get a casting list of all three plays. See if any of the people match up. With any luck, we'll get something."

"Can do."

Satisfied with the work that was being done Buffy decided to sit back, relax, and enjoy her coffee for a few moments. Her few moments of relaxation, however, was cut short when she got a phone call from Fred Burkle with some news.

"What have you got for me Burkle?" Buffy asked, annoyed that she only got a few seconds to relax

"Perk up Summers, I got you some hair fibers."

A/N: ok. I know it's short, and it kind of sucks, but I've been having mad crazy writers block the last few months. I'm going to end it soon, probably in the next chapter. And I just realized I never covered why Tara calls Buffy 'sir'. I really really really hate Ma'am or miss. I just hate those words. Considering the Buffy in this, is not an overly feminine character, and she chooses to use her last name instead of her first (which is what a lot of males do) I decided that Tara call her sir instead. It might be weird, but I can't help it. I hope you enjoyed and give me lots of feedback : )