Title: Leaving Las Vegas

Series: Angel and Spike the Reunion Tour

Author: CindyCindy

Feedback: Please

Rating: This chapter is PG-13, but later chapters will have an "R" rating.

Summary: Takes place about 8 or nine months after Not Fade Away. Willow has come to Spike to ask for help in finding Angel.

Disclaimer: Still Josses. I just wondered what happened to everyone. It has been called to my attention that there is a movie and a Sheryl Crow song by this same name. Sorry.

PART 1

It will no longer be safe for me to roam alone. They will come in pairs, pecks, and packs. I shall have to begin to build a family of my own.

"Not interested, pet." Spike looked hard at the redhead on the other side of the door.

"You don't even know why I -" Willow began.

"Don't know, don't care. Now you best be on your way." Spike closed the door and turned around. Willow was standing nose to nose with him. "Bloody hell, witch! Do you ever quit?"

"Nope. I am the epitome of persistence," Willow said smiling.

Spike looked at the girl blocking his path to the television and considered his options. The O.C. wasn't going to be on for another half an hour. If he played his cards right he could listen to Willow's spiel and get her out before the opening credits. Alternatively, he could spend another two months dodging calls from the slayer's people.

"Come on to the kitchen, then. Let's have a drink and I'll hear you out. But I'm not promising you any thing. Left your little clique a while ago." Spike stepped around Willow and made his way barefoot across the green shag carpet towards the kitchen. "What'll you have to drink then?"

"Water would be good. Teleportation always gives me sticky mouth." Willow turned and followed Spike into the kitchen and sat herself down at the small table. Spike placed a glass of water in front of her and seated himself across from her with a generous glass of bourbon.

"How is Buffy doing then? Still schooling little girls on how to be heroes, I imagine." Spike looked down in to his glass and swirled it around a bit before taking a gulp.

"Buffy is fine and says 'hi'. She's pretty happy in Rome," Willow tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear and continued. "Dawnie too, she's going to graduate high school in the spring. She's at the top of her class and has gotten early acceptance into Oxford. She's planning to major in ancient languages, note the plural. She really has a gift for them. So yeah for that!"

"I always knew Bit would make something of herself. Has a lot of her sister in her though, doesn't she." Spike looked up at the clock on the wall behind Willow. Twenty minutes and counting till the O.C.

"How are you Spike? It looks like you've settled down here. No plans of leaving Las Vegas?"

Spike said nothing but took another large gulp of his drink.

Willow surveyed the small apartment. The living room had an open floor plan, wood paneled walls and blacked out windows. Spike's cds lay in a pile in font of the stereo. The windowless kitchen they were sitting in had carpeting and all the appliances were harvest gold. "This is a very nice place you have here. Especially if you love the seventies. Which I do…love the seventies. Yup, disco fever baby!" Willow shifted in her chair. "You should see where I stay in Rio, it's really neat. Kennedy's family helps..."

Spike looked at the clock again. Ten more minutes, if she started babbling now he would miss the show. Time to cut to the chase. "Why are you here?" Spike got out of his chair and went over to the couch where his duster was lying. He fished around in the pocket until he removed a pack of Camels and his lighter. Looking at Willow he continued, "I know it isn't a social call since you and your lot have been hounding me for the last eight weeks. What. Do. You. Want?" Spike lit a cigarette and moved back to his seat.

"We need your help. Angel is missing," Willow looked nervous. "We need your help finding him."

"Are you bloody kidding me? I am having a hard enough time staying under Wolfram and Hart's radar as it is without traipsing about to remote parts of the world looking for a man who doesn't even want to be found. Just use your mo jo, How you found me isn't it. What the bloody hell do I care where Angel is?" Spike stood again and walked towards the door. "It's been lovely playing catch up but I think you should-"

Willow jumped up out of her chair. "Spike, please. It's Drusilla. She's killed two of our girls."

Spike looked stricken a moment then headed off towards his bedroom.

"Spike?"

Spike had pulled on boots and now was grabbing his duster. "Fuck the O.C. You can see yourself out." With that, he was out the door.

PART 2

She is divine. Rage bubbling under her skin and popping up as freckles across her nose and slithering up through her curls. When she wakes up I will call her Valerie, it suits her.

He was not surprised to find Willow asleep on his couch when he returned to his apartment. Spike walked over to her and jostled her shoulder.

"The clowns can wait. We have to see the seals today." Willow murmured.

Spike raised an eyebrow. "Don't know about that Red. Always been partial to the contortionist my self."

Willow awoke to see the vampire smirking down at her.

"I see you made your self at home." Spike crossed the room turned on a lamp and sat down in a recliner. 'Knew you would be here."

Willow sat up and stretched. "I told you, I'm persistent. What time is it?"

"Nearly five." Spike lit up a cigarette he'd taken from behind his ear.

"So, did you kill something?" Willow yawned.

"Yes."

"Good." Willow hesitated a moment, "Are you ready to listen now?"

Spike wasn't sure he'd want to hear this but nodded anyway.

"After I activated all the potentials and you closed the Hellmouth, we went on to search for the new slayers. Buffy and Giles share responsibilities in Europe, Xander is in Africa, Faith is in Asia and Kennedy and I are in South America." Willow paused. " Um...I think you knew most of that. You also probably know there could be thousands slayers out there. We do are best to locate them and bring them into the fold, it's a full time job in itself. About four months ago, we located a fifteen-year-old girl in Thailand. Faith went after her right away but by the time she got there it was too late." Willow looked down at her hands. "Faith says the people in her village only found pieces of her." Willow looked at Spike who was rubbing his temples. "The second slayer we located two months ago. She was in Krakow, Poland. Someone took out of her home in the middle of the night, her entire family killed. …"Willow continued. "Buffy hasn't really gotten over it. She thinks if she had gotten there sooner, she could have stopped it. She told Giles the walls were covered in hair and blood. A farmer found the girl a few days latter. She was left lying in a ditch with a broken neck."

Spike stiffened in his chair. "What makes you think Drusilla did this? Never was the type to seek out the Slayer. Nuttier than a fruitcake and vicious as they come, but never had an agenda of her own." Spike stubbed out his cigarette in ashtray on the coffee table. "That one was content with her pixies, dolls, and trees that knew her name."

"Our sources confirm it was her, and that she isn't by her lonesome. She travels with quite a few vamps these days." Willow sighed. "An army of vampires really."

"So why not put your army of slayers to it. That's what they are for, killing vampires." Spike ran his hand through his hair. "Why come to me?"

"Because we can't find her, just like we can't find Angel. Not all the magic in the world has turned up a hint of them. The best we've been able to do is locate them in this dimension." Willow pressed her palm to her forehead "The second Slayer was named Mika, and she was only eight years old. No more than a baby really. We didn't think..."

Spike stopped her. "Now don't doubt yourself Will. You did the right thing with the potentials." Spike pulled a flask out of his pocket and took a swig. "I reckon you think if I find Angel, together we could find Dru."

"That's the basic idea."

"Okay. I'm in."

Willow stood up. "Thank you Spike. I have to get back to San Paulo. Here's my number, and you know how to get a hold of Giles and Buffy if you need to. But I am kind of the point man, or you know point woman, on this so…"

"Got it, I'll keep touch." Spike stood up and took the number from her. "Have a good idea of where to start, even."

Willows smile was shaky. "Spike, Buffy was right about you. Keep in touch or I'll be popping in." She was gone.

Spike sat back down in his recliner and took another pull from his flask. He wasn't sure why he agreed to help, and was completely sure this was a very bad idea. Wolfram and Hart seemed to have lost interest in him since he and Angel split in September. A reunion between the two of them might re-spark their interest. Not to forget the fact they would be going up against his crackpot Sire and her vampire army.

"I am a bloody fool," Spike murmured to himself as he drifted off to sleep in his recliner.