A/N: ARGH! I know it's been like two months and I'm so so sorry about that. Right after I posted that Authors note I got really really sick with a bad cold…I couldn't even breathe half the time and I couldn't talk at all…then my boyfriends brother tried to kill himself so we had to deal with that and in between comforting my boyfriend and being there, being sick and school I had NO time to do any of this. This chapter…doesn't really have anything to do with the story, sorry, but I thought that I should just write something…so it's kind of a filler. I go on Spring Break in one week so YAY! And I will have plenty of time to write. I will give you guys a chapter before then though. Thanks for…whoever is still reading this lol.

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. I also don't own any characters developed by J.D. Robb.

Rating: R, just for good measure

Chapter Six:

Two days had passed since she had supposed to get her coroners report on Samantha Craven and much to Buffy's displeasure, she was still waiting.

"What do you think we go down to Fred's office, threaten her a little, beat her up a little…do you think then that will get us the report?" Buffy asked Tara as she coughed, she had been battling a bad flu for the last day or so but naturally she would work through it.

"If that's what will put you in a better mood sir, I'm following you." Tara looked at her boss, paler than usual and a Kleenex permanently attached to her hand.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that…and I can still kick her ass." Her voice was nasally and it was hard to exude authority when your "no's" sound like "doh's"

"Of course you can."

"I'm going to go get some coffee; I can't stand being in this box." The commander had ordered that Buffy stay in her office and off the streets for at least two days since she wouldn't stay at home and rest.

"You know, you should really be drinking something a little less…heavy on your system, like water or orange juice."

All she got in a response was "Bite me."

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Buffy didn't have to put up with this crap, she was going to go straight to her commander and give her a piece of her mind about what she thought about being locked down in the station.

After a supremely gross coughing fit she thought, maybe I'll go later.

She was walking back to her office, the thing that she despised, when she started to feel quite dizzy. The last thought before she passed out on the floor was, 'Is the room supposed to be spinning?'

..>

Buffy woke in her bed at her home in the middle of the day.

"What the hell is going on? I have to be at work…why the hell am I laying in bed right now?" She threw off the covers and attempted to get out of bed but failed when Spike grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to sit back down.

"You passed out darling. You need to stay in bed for a day or two."

"Are you fucking kidding me? I have a murder to solve…which doesn't require me to be lying in bed! Let me up!" The meds that Spike had slipped her were starting to work their magic as she stood up, she almost toppled on herself.

"Love, lay back in bed, let's not do this the hard way."

"Look pal, I can still kick your ass even if you did fill my water with drugs." It was a funny sight to be seen, as she was threatening her husband she was swaggering back and forth.

Although he wanted to laugh, quite badly in fact, all he would muster was a smirk.

"I don't need to be in bed damn it."

"Say no." Spike challenged her, fully knowing how they sounded

She stayed concentrated, knowing herself how she sounded and she would rather take a bullet then let her husband no that he was right.

Still concentrated, her eyebrows furrowed she managed…"Doh" as soon as she said it she knew she had lost.

"Exactly my point love, rest until you can actually formulate a word."

"Stop smirking at me. You're enjoying this too much."

"Yes I am. It's not every day you let me take care of you."

"I'm not LETTING you, I just happened to be incapacitated at the moment and need your assistance."

He laughed at her response and proceeded to tuck her into bed.

"Now I don't want to have to hear a word from you for a good four hours. Go to sleep."

"Fine, but I'm doing it because I want to."

He chuckled as he shut the door and wondered, how did I marry someone so god damn stubborn?

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Spike hadn't heard from his wife in a few hours and figured it was time to bring her something to soothe her, maybe some soup laced with a sleeping pill. He knew that if he didn't give her the medication she needed, she would never take it herself.

He had gotten the soup, chicken noodle, and knocked on the bedroom door before entering. He didn't hear a response, so he opened the door and walked to the bed where his wife lay. She looked odd, rigid almost…like she was hiding something.

Spike got curious. He set the soup down on the bedside table, and slowly pulled back the covers.

"So when where you planning on escaping?" He couldn't decide whether he should be angry or whether he should be laughing his ass off at the sight.

Buffy, still in bed, was in full dress. Not the way that he left her. Her nose was red from blowing it and her eyes where puffy and swollen and all she could say to his comment was, "What?"

"You have got to stay in bed. Whether I have to tranq you or not, you're staying in bed."

"But….I don't want to."

He laughed at her child like behavior and said, "Well, you're going to have to deal with it love, cause you're stuck here."

She pouted that irresistible pout that he just couldn't resist.

"Now don't give me that look, eat."

He let her feed herself because he figured she already felt degraded enough stuck to a bed.

Buffy's phone rang and she almost knocked the soup onto the floor to try and answer it.

"I hope you're feeling better." Tara's voice came in on the other end

"You better have something for me McClay to get me the hell out of this bed."

"Sorry sir, but I don't. The investigation is still at pretty much of a stand still right now. But I do have some good news. You will be getting a new car brought to your house within the hour."

Buffy's face lit up like it was Christmas and she almost giggled.

"You're kidding! How did you do it?"

"Oh you know, some sexual bribes, I told them that the entire garage could…"

"Ok, so I don't want to know," Buffy said cutting her off, "Thank you! You have no idea how much better I feel." Buffy smiled and looked at her husband, "You know, I feel better enough to go to work and, hey, I'm already dressed so let's go."

Spike once again, grabbed her shoulders and forced her down into bed.

"I don't think that's going to happen. We will wait and see how you feel tomorrow. But you're not getting out of this bed."

He started to undress her; after all, all of those clothes couldn't be comfortable.

The simple action of him sliding her shirt off of her body made her want him more, and she pulled him down into an embrace. Spike let her have her kiss and sensing that she wanted more, pulled away.

"Sorry love, I like my women healthy. Can't afford to get sick either."

"Being sick fucking sucks." Buffy said as Spike left the remainder of her soup on the table and shut the door behind him.

A/N: yes I know it sucks and it is lame. Hahaha, but I thought that I might give you at least SOMETHING to read. Cause I'm at pretty much of a stand still with this story, I'm not sure what I want to do with it yet. I should have another chapter up within the week and I promise it will be better : )