Spike crawled overtop her, aligning himself with her. He was probably just as nervous as she was about this whole thing. He knew she was no virgin, thanks to Zeke Diboa's heartless act, but it was her first time she was actually doing this willfully. His left hand palmed her cheek as the other held him above her. She smiled up at him and then nuzzled into his hand.

"Lock." Spike said aloud, prompting the bedroom door to lock shut. He smiled and began the long-awaited act they'd both been dying for.

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In the cockpit, Jet guided the ship into the bay, splashing down into the black waters underneath the moonlit, midnight sky. As the ship powered down, he felt more and more anxious, a feeling that something was going to happen tonight. He shut off all the lights in the cabin and let the light from the moon fall over him. The lights of the city before him never looked like this to him, like he'd never actually seen them. They sparkled and twinkled like the stars in the sky above; in a seemingly chaotic order, they took their turns lighting and dimming. Somehow he had the feeling that someone wouldn't be coming back to the ship tonight, that things would be forever changed. With a heavy sigh, he stood and headed back to the living area of the ship. As he came into the area and collapsed into the cushions of the couch, the door of Spike and Alex's room slowly opened and Spike stepped out with lit cigarette in mouth, fixing his tie about his neck. Jet kicked his feet up on the table and leaned back with his arms behind his head.

"Ready?" He asked. He was most definitely not looking forward to this. Spike grinned toothily, the cigarette clenched between his teeth.

"Jet, I'm ready for anything." He said cockily. Jet just looked at him in nothing but a gloomy disposition, he couldn't shake that feeling. Just then, Alex came from the bedroom, pulling her hair into a low ponytail. Jet hadn't seen the red yet, he was taken by slight surprise.

"Nice hair Alex… you sure you want to go through with this?" he asked as he leaned forward and then rocked up to a stand with a grunt. Her face was glowing; she wore a soft, content smile on her face. She nodded and looked to Spike, then back to Jet.

"Let's do it."

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After loading up on weaponry and ammunition, they headed out. Their eyes and ears were everywhere, keeping alert of what might happen and who might show up. Jet and Alex both told Spike to stay due to his injuries, but if she was going, he was going and there was no talking him out of it. They neared the station and grew increasingly alert. The only person they could rely on was Frank, but if anyone else realized who she was, it was all over. After finally reaching the building did they relax the slightest bit. Officers came and went in and out of the building, paying them no mind as they walked through the sliding glass doors. Inside there were people all around, the bustle of the interior was loud and irritating; phones rang, people cried and screamed, it was a typical law enforcement building. Jet immediately went to the front desk and asked for Frank, who, in no time at all, had appeared and escorted the three into a room adjacent to an interrogation room, behind the mirror. He locked the door from the inside and set a few papers in front of Alex.

"These need to get filled out, it'll make it legal that you came and informed us of the harrassment. And then there are also papers in here to file a restraining order. If he comes within 100 yards of you or your property, he'll be arrested immediately." Frank explained as he handed Alex a pen.

"Frank, he's the head of a crime syndicate, you won't be arresting him." Jet said dryly.

"No, but it puts a bounty on his head and makes it known. Who wouldn't love to whack a mob boss from a mob that destroyed their life?" he said. "Not necessarily you guys, but some other unknown bounty hunter." Spike nodded in agreement.

"Whoever gets Blade would pretty much be worshipped, but then the Red Dragon would come for them… A vicious unending cycle."

"In any case, this makes it legal and binding that you filed and anything that happens is pinned on Blade." Frank summarized. Alex nodded and began filling out the papers. Her hand was like lightning on that paper, scribbling everything down quickly yet neatly. When she was mid paper stack, Spike spoke.

"Hey, let's celebrate after the paperwork's done." Jet looked up at him and Alex chuckled and continued to write.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Jet queried. Spike looked to Frank and Frank nodded. He crossed the room to a desk, pulling open a larger drawer. From the drawer he lifted a box about the size of a computer tower. It was black with a white ribbon around it. Jet caught sight first and lifted a brow, Alex was still head-down writing away on the forms. "What in the name of God is that?" Jet questioned. Finally Alex paused and lifted her head to see what Spike had planned. Frank handed the box to Spike, who placed it down on the table in front of Alex and took a step back.

"Open it Alex." Spike said. She looked up at him curiously, as a child would. Maneuvering the pen in hand, she reached out and tugged on the bow, unraveling it and placing the ribbon on the table. Then she placed the pen down and pulled the box over to her to lift the lid off. It slid off with ease and she placed it down on the table. Inside, there was a thin layer of red tissue paper laid over something light in color. Alex looked up at Spike again who smiled at her excitedly. She tried to grin as she pulled the paper away to reveal a mass of white fabric. Her face grew really cold, then really hot. She pulled out the fabric and realized it was an elegant white dress. The dress was strapless and tight, draping down, body hugging until thigh length, then it opened up into a much flowwier design with a small train behind. Attached to the sides were sleeves that covered from the upper arm down to the wrist tightly.

"Spike…" She trailed off looking up to him in shock. He leaned on the table, just in front of her and leaned in, kissing her softly.

"After all this is over, there's a chapel not far from here. Let's get you into that dress and go get married… tonight." She stared him down for a few moments, trying to register what he'd said. Suddenly she dropped the dress back into the box and grabbed for the pen hastily, writing faster and slightly messier than before, wearing a huge smile on her face all the while. "Is that a yes?"

"Shut up and let me concentrate so I can finish damn it!" Alex snapped, barely allowing Spike to finish his sentence. All three men in the room laughed, despite the tension in the air: even Jet. After about five more minutes of the sound of Alex scribbling on the paper, she was finished and ready to leave, but before she did, she wanted to put the dress on. She disappeared into a bathroom and minutes later she stepped out wearing the dress. Underneath the dress, in the box, there was also a pair of shoes and a black case locked shut with a key. She had the case in her arms when she appeared before Spike, who about dropped dead at the sight of her in all white.

"I thought it was bad luck to see the bride in the dress before the wedding?" Jet teased.

"I don't believe in that superstition." Alex said dreamily. "What's this Spike?" she said as she held out the case. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a tiny key, unlocking the case with it.

"A very special wedding gift from me to you." He said as he opened it. Inside, placed delicately in a custom shaped foam protective layer sat the Jericho, the only gun he ever used. He'd use others, but it always wound up that this was the gun used above all. "I had a feeling you'd want to wear it on our wedding day, so there's also a holster you strap to your thigh. The gun sits between your legs and remains hidden at all times. I guess it was a way to keep me with you always, so that I'm always there to protect you. It's already loaded too, so be careful with it."

"Oh Spike…" she said with a sigh as she leapt into his arms. He spun her around and then helped her get the holster on comfortably.

"Alright you two, let's go get this over with and move on. We gotta get outta here before we overstay our welcome." Jet said as he led the way out the building. Alex and Spike were ecstatic, smiling all the while. Down one hallway, up some steps, around a corner, and soon they had reached the entrance where they came in. They walked through the door, all three were arm in arm smiling when they realized they were all in trouble… Men in black and gold coats surrounded them, all with guns cocked and aimed, pointed directly at them. The three froze immediately, an echoing laughter chilling them to the bone.

"Oh look and my beauteous blushing bride with locks of crimson," the voice said eerily as one form stepped forward from the rest, "I couldn't have asked for a more perfect time, nor a more perfect woman. You've been misbehaving Alexis, you're going to have to be punished for behaving so poorly." Blade said as the moon caught his silver hair and his pale face that gleamed with a psychotic grin that was enough to turn even the boldest man's stomach.