A/N: I'm not dead! And I haven't given up on this fic, either. I've just been busy, not to mention having a tremendous amount of computer trouble. I had a good start to the next chapter, but then – boom. My harddrive dies.
Anyway, this is basically me just doing a filer chapter so you know I'm alive and this fic shall be completed if it's the last thing I do. It might be finished slowly, but it will be finished.
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Erin took off her duster and threw it over the back of a chair, sighing. Sitting down at her desk once more, she called up the files she'd found of potential "Spikes" based on the information that Mel had given her. Blond, she'd said. Average height. Scar on his eyebrow. Coat that appeared to be leather.
Leather like mine, Erin thought, glancing at the coat from the corner of her eye.
Erin started going through the files. None of them appeared as Mel had described – they were either too skinny, too fat, too tall, or too short. One had a huge scar running through his eye that Mel definitely would've noted … another had a beard. None were named "Spike" and very few seemed to professions that would merit the nickname "Spike".
Erin leaned back in her chair, staring at the files.
Wait. Hold on …
Mel had said his hair was blond. It may have appeared blond, but was it really? Probably no more than Mel's was blue and purple and green …but what color would it be, then?
Acting on a hunch, Erin changed the hair color to brown. Again, she rifled through file after file. Her attention started to wander, but she quickly focused it back on the files. She was a law – and she had to focus whenever needed. No emotion could get in the way.
There.
Spike Williams.
Erin stared at the file, memorizing every bit of information. Mel would want all the information possible …