A/N: As promised. See I'm trying to turn a new leaf : )

Faith

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own spike. Anyway nothing is mine sadly and none of the lines from any of the scripts are mine. The title and the plot are loosely based on the In Death books by J.D. Robb. I don't own it either.

Rating: R, just for good measure

Sinful in Death

Chapter Three

Buffy had nothing. No make of the weapon, no witnesses, no nothing. She'd have to wait another day, much to her anger, for the coroner's report. And the worst thing, her heater was broken in the middle of winter.

"Those maintenance bastards are going to pay." Buffy said scowling at her computer. Just thinking about the cold she would have to suffer through on the ride home got her pissed

"I don't think they have a say in when you get a coroner report." Tara said trying to lighten the mood.

"I meant my heater. If I could I would go down and massacre them all. I'm a ranking officer damn it. You have a better car than I do and I'm your superior."

"I can go talk to them, they seem to like me." Tara said with a smirk

"If you get them to fix my heater, let alone another car, I swear I will give you a month's worth of dinner . . . at my house."

Tara's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Everyone knew how Buffy lived now in that enormous house of hers, with the food. Oh sweet Jesus the food.

"No shit. You're kidding right?"

"If you work your charm and get anything fixed in my car, you will have a month's worth of free dinner at my house . . . while in the company of Spike." Buffy had to suppress a laugh when she saw her steady, solid partner almost faint.

Everyone also knew Buffy's husband was the hottest thing walking the earth.

"Like, in the same room?"

"Yep, right next to you."

Tara swooned, "If I don't come back, I'm making progress."

Buffy couldn't hold it in anymore and had to laugh when she saw her partner practically fly out of the room.

Ah, the art of the bribe, she thought, it's a beautiful thing.

..>

The phone sitting on her desk rang and she preyed for whoever was on the other line that it was good news.

"Summers, Homicide."

"I got some bad news. It might be another day till you get the report." Fred's voice sounded busy and distracted

"Don't tell me that. This is priority damn it."

"Well, no it's not. Not anymore. Two trains collided this morning because of some faulty railing or something. I got a shit load of bodies here that have yet to be opened and everyone's gone for a holiday."

"I don't care what happened, I need that report now."

"Well you're going to have to wait." Fred cut the conversation and hung up the phone to a bewildered Buffy

..>

For the first time in months Buffy clocked out on time. Angrily unsatisfied with the little work that she had accomplished, she headed home hoping to find some solace with her husband.

She walked into the grand entrance and was met by the young naïve face of Andrew, Spike's butler.

Spike had had some sort of dealings with Andrew a while back, the details where still sketchy to Buffy. Apparently Andrew had no family so Spike took him in. Despite his odd obsession with Science Fiction, Buffy decided she could tolerate the man even though he was an absolute pain in her ass.

"Where's Spike?" Buffy asked as she strode into the fortress she now lived in

"Unfortunately Lieutenant, he is currently unavailable."

"That doesn't answer my question."

Andrew sighed; he didn't like dealing with Buffy very much. He found her very difficult.

"Spike is in Salt Lake City at the moment on business. He tried to call you, but apparently you were unavailable. The meeting won't get out until late tonight. Spike won't be back until tomorrow morning."

Buffy tried to mask her disappointment by telling him she'd be doing work.

She liked being alone she thought as she walked up the stairs. Since when had she stopped liking being alone? It had been that way most of her life. She didn't know if she liked the fact that she needed Spike there to make her feel safe.

She shrugged it off and started stripping as soon as she shut the bedroom door. A good night's sleep was what she needed, but when her husband was away, when he wasn't there to fight off the nightmares, it was difficult to get the images out of the head to sleep well.

..>

Buffy woke violently with soft hands harshly rubbing over her body. The second his hands touched her flesh, she knew that it was Spike. She had become accustomed to every feeling of him. He kissed her drowsy soft mouth with an intensity that had the sleep slapped out of her.

His hands were powerful and rough, just the way she needed it.

They wrestled, tangled in a mess of midnight blue silk sheets. Ecstasy filled the room as Spike switched their positions having him on top. He wanted her, and she him. Ever since Spike had met her, he had wanted her. They both closed their eyes as they rolled together in sweet harmony. The couple opened and looked fiercely into each others eyes, deep blue piercing sea green. Their gaze never left each other as they slipped away into erotic ecstasy.

Both breathing heavily, sweaty and content, Spike still laying on Buffy, completely out of breath; he used all of his strength to lift his head off of her shoulder to look at his wife.

"I don't think I can move. I can't feel my fingers or for that matter, anything on my body." Buffy smiled as she said it, kissing his shoulder and could breathe relief when Spike flopped over next to her.

He grinned and said, "I don't think I can feel anything either. Wanna go again?"

"No," she laughed, "If we keep going like this we're going to kill each other."

"Hell of a way to go."

"I thought you weren't coming home until later." Buffy said, her emerald eyes weighing heavily.

"I caught an earlier flight. You're tired darling, go back to sleep."

"Ok." Buffy curled into her husband, who wrapped his arms around her; possessively, lovingly. For the first time in several days, Buffy's sleep was dreamless.

..>

Four hours after the erotic interruption, Buffy's communicator was buzzing.

Drowsy and pissed she was woken up; she answered the call with impatience in her voice.

"What?"

"Dispatch Summers Lieutenant Buffy."

"Shit. Yeah, acknowledged."

"Report immediately to 20917 Santiago way, club 'Insomnia'. Homicide, DOS."

"Notify McClay Detective Tara. My ETA 30 minutes."

She looked over her shoulder at the sleeping blonde in their bed, it was rare when she saw him sleeping. He looked so peaceful, like an angel.

Of course she knew better than to categorize him as that.

She wrote him a brief note telling him where she went and she didn't know when she was going to be back. Buffy took a quick shower, grabbed her keys, communicator and phone.

As Buffy walked down the stairs and out into the cool sun beaming down, she sighed. It was going to be one hell of a day.

A/N: I know it's short. I have another three day weekend so I should have the next one up by Tuesday at the latest. Probably Monday cause I'll have some time. Thanks for the reviews, I love hearing from you guys. (I fixed the name mistake. Thanks for catching it)