Session Four : Steady Beat

"What? Are you serious!" Faye almost jumped from her seat, her voice nails against a blackboard.

"That's right. You heard me, Faye," Jet said, arms crossed with a smile. He was sitting in front of her and Spike on the yellow furniture in their meeting room.

"Yeah, come on Jet don't do this to me," Spike moaned, clearly in some sort of pain.

Jet uncrossed his arms and leaned forward, extending a hand that wished to offer the understanding he was feeling. "Come on guys. The guy's posing as a marriage counselor so you two have to go in as a couple that needs guidance in their marriage."

"I need guidance alright...in how to get out of here..." Spike mumbled to the ceiling.

"Ugh...I still don't like it..." Faye said as she crossed her arms and turned away from Spike who was sitting next to her.

"Come on," Jet continued to insist. "Ed'll track the guy in the building by hacking into its cameras. She'll lead me through and I'll get the guy while you two distract him. That simple."

Faye sighed. "I still can't believe that this guy that we're after still uses that give-me-your-credit-card-number-so-I-can-run-with-your-money routine. And out of all the things he has to use as a cover! A marriage counselor!"

"Ed is on the case! Super Pirate Detective to uncode the cameras and save the daaaay!" Ed came waltzing in, Ein at her feet, with her laptop on her head, the picture of the bounty that was currently being discussed on the screen.

Jet smiled. "Are you guys going to destroy the detective dream of this little girl by not posing as a marriage couple? What's so hard in that?"

As if to add to the drama, Ed popped in front of Jet's face, direction towards Spike and Faye and gave a big smile.

"Ugh..." Faye sighed, throwing her head back towards the couch while Spike took out a much wanted cigarette.

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"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Spike muttered as he walked next to Faye down a light brown hallway.

"Shut up!" she said as she looked aside only to blow a stray stand of hair away from her face. "Damn, this place is huge. Why'd he have to have his office in a place like this? So confusing."

"Take your own advice and shut up as well, Faye," Spike said. Faye answered with a dirty look he ignored.

Continuing to walk down the endless hallway, they passed several wall-sized mirrors, connected together at the ends, that captured all angles of her attire, something that Faye wished to forget. Jet made her wear those stupid clothes claiming it gave her a more "appropriate" look. Faye shuddered at the navy blue dress that actually draped to her ankles without a single slit on the side to expose her legs. The golden buttons that ran down the collar of her attire stopped at the end of the dress. To warp it up, the dress has long sleeves and her hands were gloved. Her hair pinned up in a bun, Faye simply looked like an airline waitress.

She glared at Spike. All Jet made him do was roll down his sleeves. He didn't even make him comb his hair!

"How much longer? My feet hurt of walking so much..." Faye glanced down at her feet. Navy blue shoes...

Spike answered with silence.

Faye's pout soon left her face as her thoughts began to catch up with her.

"Day of the full moon by the grave."

What the hell does that mean? The moon comes out at night damn it! And what if...what if she goes and Spike's not there...? Will she go looking for him or take it as a sign that he doesn't want anything to do with her anymore?

Faye's eyes widened at her last thought. That would be perfect! But somehow... She gave a quick glance at Spike. Somehow...something is going to happen...

"We're finally here," Spike said pausing in front of a dark brown door. "Room 319 Mr. Evan Takeshi, marriage counselor." His voice slightly cracked at the last two words. None the less he reached for the doorknob.

"Wait!" Faye screeched.

"What?" said an irritated Spike.

She pointed to the inside of his coat. "You brought a gun! Jet said not to bring one in case this Takeshi guy made us do some weird counseling thing! And it's in plain sight as well!"

Spike pushed his gun and the hoister further into his side and brought his coat over his chest. "Like you didn't bring one..."

Suddenly Faye felt the slight metal sting her pistol offered to her leg. Safely hidden under the drapes of her dress, Faye refused to answer to Spike's comment. Opening the door, they were greeted by Mr. Takeshi's secretary who, after entering the counselor's office and returning back outside, quickly lead them straight to his office.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Spiegel," said the blond haired man in front of them said as they walked in.

Faye heard Spike swallow, hard, at his words.

"Welcome, please come in and sit down." Mr. Takeshi was sitting on his desk, a friendly smile plastered on his face. His office seemed as warm as him, the wall-sized window behind him offering a spectacular view of how things look from the tenth floor they were all in.

Faye and Spike settled on the chairs in front of Mr. Takeshi's desk.

"Now then," said the counselor lacing his hands together, his blue eyes unexpectedly flashing an intensity of some sort. "What seems to be the problem?"

Suddenly the door to the office crashed open and before Faye or Spike were able to comprehend what was happening found themselves tied to their chairs and gaged by distasteful cloths that warped around their lips.

Mr. Takeshi stood. "Bounty hunters, eh?" His eyes wandered to his "secretary" that hovered over Faye and another lackey that appeared out of nowhere-something quite difficult for his size-that kept guard over Spike. The counselor walked over to Spike and reaching inside his coat pulled out his gun. Giving it to the guard dog next to him, he spoke. "You shouldn't keep things like this in plain sight, Mr. Spiegel."

Faye turned around towards Spike with glaring eyes that cried out "I told you so!".

"Now then," Mr. Takeshi took several paces between the area from his desk and his hostages. "What should I do with you?" Stopping in front of Faye, he cupped her chin in his hand. "My you are beautiful. I bet under that granny dress you have there is a lot more. If you know what I mean." He grinned.

Faye was about scream-moan-in furry at his comment when she caught Spike's movement with the corner of her eyes. Turning she saw Spike's own eyes were blazing with fury, it almost seemed as if they were going to burn right through the cloth that kept his mouth shut. The guard dog behind him had to place both his hands on Spike's shoulders to prevent him from standing up and taking the chair with him.

Mr. Takeshi seemed intrigued. "So, you don't want me to touch her? Do you care for her that much?"

Faye was taken back by Spike's actions and Takeshi's words. Is Spike actually mad for that reason?

"I know now what I'm going to do with you two," Mr. Takeshi grinned. "I'm going to keep the girl and dispose of you, Mr. Spiegel."

Faye's eyes widened with horror at his words but most of all of fear of what they were going to do to Spike. She squeezed them shut. Jet, where ever you are, hurry!

Yeah, I updated and it was within a year! Well as usual thanks for reading and reviewing! I'm really glad that you all like this story! So was that enough action for you? I hope so and if it wasn't then don't worry, more to come in the next chapter! Hope you tune in for that one too! Ha! Hahahahaha! Sorry people I'm a little hyper...well till next chapter! Peace out! and THANK YOU! THANK YOU VERY MUCH! (Elvis has left the building...oh and I have too!) Later!