Revenge chap 17

"You are guilty, son, there is no point in denying it."

Spike had been pulled into a police car and currently sat in the police station of Sunnydale. Two bodies had been found and the young man in front of the desk was caught red handed. This was the easiest job they had to do in the past years. He hadn't talked at all since he had been there.

"There will be an investigation, but if you confess now we will make you a deal. No death penalty, maybe life… better, yeah?"

With that, Spike looked up and watched the policeman in front of him.

"It doesn't matter, I did what I had to do. If I confess, can I get a phonecall?"

"Sure."

He did the entire story as it was the truth through his eyes. He didn't make his role any prettier than it was, but he excluded Buffy from it. He wanted her to be the innocent in all this and he was slowly succeeding. After a few hours he got the phonecall he had asked for and when he dialed Buffys house he got Willow on the line.

"Spike?"

"Will, I'm at the policestation."

"What?"

"They caught me, someone has told the police something odd was happening at the forest. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. They charged me with double murder. Don't tell Buffy any of this… Take care of her, see that she gets better."

"Spike, she will notice when you're not here, you know. What are we going to do without you? Do you have bail? Is there a chance you get out of this?"

"I don't know yet… this is the only phonecall I get. Come visit me if you can."

Spike broke the connection and again Willow stared at the other end. Afterwards she went to Buffys bed, the girl had woken up several hours ago but she had kept quiet because of Willows promise of Spikes return.

"Buffy, now you must listen to me, alright?"

"He's not coming back, is he?"

"Buffy…"

"He just left me! Everybody leaves me…"

Just about every ten minutes the past hour she began crying. Willow wanted to embrace her, but she fought it and crawled under the blankets. Both of the girls sighed as they looked at each other.

The next morning an ambulance came to Buffys house to pick up the young woman. The psychiatrist had declared her not fit to stay alone and Willow had consented in this. Buffy kicked and screamed, but it was no use, the men did their work. That same day Willow went to visit her, but Buffy wouldn't look at the redhead.

"Buff…"

"Go away, I hate you."

The doctor eased her out of the room and took her aside.

"This will not last… she will be happy once she has began her recovery. It is a many a seen sign."

Willow nodded and left Buffy to her own recovery, which wasn't the best move to be made. As Spike was in jail awaiting his trial, Buffy did not get many visitors outside Tara, Willow and of course loyal Xander. It did her no good though, as she withered away in stead of improving. The doctor again took Willow aside, this time it was more out of concern.

"The psychiatrist has a lot of trouble with her, she won't open up. She only seems to talk about the happy moments of her life..; and she repeats the name 'Will' and 'Spike' over and over. He is her boyfriend, I presume? Why doesn't he come to visit her?"

"That is a very long story, doctor. I'll see what I can do."

Willow was determined to save her friend and she had to do it through the police. She walked into the police station and demanded to see the man in charge.

"Sir, I would ask a favour of you. It involves one of your prisoners." She swallowed and tried her best to sound very confident. "This is the phonenumber of Doctor Anderson, the psychiatrist of my best friend, Buffy Summers."

"Buffy Summers? I've heard of her… she is…"

"The girlfriend of one of your prisoners. She is mentally ill."

"I'm sorry about that."

"We need Spi… William to make her better. He just has to come for one visit and try and talk to her."

"You know I can't do that, miss." The policeman sighed as he looked at her. "It is impossible and against the law."

"But you can be there! With guards! Just… talk to Doctor Anderson."

"I will call him, but I don't promise anything."

"That's enough for now. Thank you, sir."

With that she left the policestation with slightly more hope. He had not said 'no' and that was the most important thing. She hoped the psychiatrist could do the rest.