A/N: I've been super busy…what with the whole getting fired from my job and all. Yes, I did get fired. Basically because I went home when I was sick. Yes it's fucked up, but that's what I get for working in a very small business. So here is my update and it is going to be the last chapter . . . with the exception of an epilogue. I am working on another sequel . . . I know that I took a very long time to write this, so there probably won't be another story till mid June or so. Sorry, but I might not graduate and I really need to focus on school. That's why it's taken so long for me to update. Thanks for reading. Look for others by me.
Love, 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 Twelve
"Hairs? What kind of hairs?" asked Buffy leaning into her desk on the edge of her seat, like somebody at a horror movie.
"Well, it seems like a certain blonde has been involved in quite a lot of murders these past few weeks." Fred hinted
"No. No way. There has to be a different match. There is no way Bambi Wilson murdered Kurt." She argued
"Way. There is big possible way. Because I'm telling you . . . I don't make mistakes."
"You have GOT to be kidding me."
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Buffy walked slowly into the room filled with diligently working people. Mostly for effect.
"Well. I have good news. I just off the phone with Burkle."
"And?" asked someone in the crowd
"And it seems we found our killer. Bambi Wilson."
"No shit. There's no way. That girl is too much of a dumb ass to pull something like this off." Eve said shaking her head
"She doesn't make mistakes. I have a hard time believing it myself. You two might as well go home. I don't need you anymore; I can take it from here. I really appreciate your helping me with this case. I won't forget it." Buffy said to both Eve and Roarke.
"Not a problem. If you're ever in New York . . . look us up." Eve said
Roarke walked over to Buffy, listed her hand and kissed it.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Lieutenant. I'm sure if you had have met on different circumstances you and my wife would be rather fond of each other." He said smoothly
"She's a good cop."
"And I'm sure she thinks the same of you. Until we meet again." He said kissing her hand again
"Let's go lover boy, we got a plane to catch." Eve said rolling her eyes, ushering her husband out the door.
When they had left, Buffy looked over her team with pleasure.
"Ok. This is how it's going to lay out. McClay and I are going into Wilson's apartment and arresting her . . . uh- I'm sorry. It's not my case. Sorry, forgot." Buffy said looking down as if in disgust
Everyone paused, seeing what she would do next, but she simply said, "Harris, it's your case. Have at it."
Xander simply stood there, and then said, "We'll use your plan. This has been your case with or without the badge. You deserve it." Harris walked over to Buffy and rested his hand on her shoulder, comforting.
"Thank you." She said with tears almost filling her eyes.
"As I said before . . . this is how it's going to lay out . . ." Buffy said as she told the team how the arrest was going to happen.
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Xander and Tara walked up to the door of Bambi Wilson's apartment and knocked on the door.
"Ms. Wilson, this is the LAPD. We need to have a few words with you." Said Tara in a very calm, reassuring voice
They didn't get an answer but they heard rumblings in the apartment as if someone was rushing around inside and had no idea where any furniture was.
Xander knocked harder.
"Ms. Wilson, it's imperative that we talk to you. If you don't answer the door in the next thirty seconds, we're breaking it down."
Xander and Tara looked at each other after waiting for a few seconds. Xander backed up and with a couple of well placed kicks, knocked the door down.
"LAPD! Come out Wilson and we won't have to use force." Xander yelled into the apartment that was immaculate.
Tara heard a door shut off in the distance and ran down a hallway only to see Bambi in all of her fury try and escape through a window.
"I don't think so." McClay said as she ran over to the blonde, grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her back onto the bed.
"Ms. Wilson you are under arrest for the murder of Kurt Delaney. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say . . ." Tara began to recite the Miranda to Bambi, but was interrupted by screaming and yelling
"You know what, you have nothing on me! I loved him! How can you accuse me of something so cruel?" Wilson screamed
"Let me put it this way Ms. Wilson, we found your hairs on the body. Granted it took us a while, but they're there."
The look of shock and horror were written all over Bambi's face.
"Do you have any idea what I had to put up with? He was terrible to me; all I was was a pretty face. He treated me like dirt and thought he could get away with it. I showed him that he couldn't."
"Is that a confession?" asked Xander
"You bet it is. I killed him. And I would do it again if I could."
"Well . . . ok then. Let's get her down to the station. Anything you say . . ." Tara said as she finished telling Wilson her rights and slapping cuffs on her, she dragged her out of the apartment.
