A/N: WESLEY IS DEAD! Can you believe it? I know I sure can't! But who did it? There's numerous opportunities for all of them... but the real question is, what was the motive? I know more than three people read this fic!

Thank you to DarkAngel1000, Buffy-CrazyaboutAngel, and Heavens Demise for reviewing. Still, only three... but thanks lol 3

Lyrics by Fallout Boy -- Sugar We're Goin' Down

Chapter 16: We're Goin' Down

"Stop pacing Buffy. You're making yourself insane."

"Don't tell me to stop! I.. I can't believe you!" Not only was she still pissed at him for what happened between them earlier, but now he was so nonchalant about this entire event. "You're best friend is dead and all you have to say is 'Stop pacing Buffy'! I can't believe you Angel. I thought that you, you of all people would care."

"I'm done caring Buffy. It doesn't get me anywhere. All I can do now is find whoever did this to him and make them pay."

"Then don't say you don't care."

Am I more than you bargained for yet

Oh I've been dying to tell you

Anything you wanna hear

That's just who I am this week

Angel spoke no words but calmly took a seat behind his desk. He and Buffy were the only two in his office. They thought it best to decide what was to be done together.

"I say we get everyone in this hotel in the lobby right now and question them."

"You mean interrigate them so that they fall to their knees crying, begging for mercy?"

"No.. I meant question."

"Buffy-- I know you. Your form of questions and mine are two different things."

"Yes, but both forms end with our hands wrapped around someone's throat."

"True. I'll have Harry call everyone down."

I'm just a notch in your bedpost

You're just a line in a song

Drop a heart

Break a name

We're always sleeping in and we're sleeping

For the wrong team

"Everyone is probably up already."

"Where's Draco?" Dawn asked hesitantly, glancing around the lobby full of people.

"I.. don't know." Buffy answered sadly. "Unfortunatley."

"It was Malfoy! I know it was! He--"

"He what... Weasel?" Came a shrill voice from the entrance doors. Draco stood there looking exhausted, his attire and hair disheveled.

"Hey... Draco? Where've you been?" Buffy asked politely making sure that she didn't sound as if leading him into the wrong answer.

"Out. I couldn't sleep very well. I had alot on my mind so I decided to take a walk." He paused and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why?"

We're goin down, down in an earlier round

And sugar we're goin' down swingin

I'll be your number one with the bullet

A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

"Wesley was... murdered. In the basement." Hermione filled in with a soft voice. She didn't know Wesley but it was still sad, especially when the murderer could be any one of them. Not her--of course.

"Who?" Draco thought. "Oh. That British chap? Brown hair, glasses? Was he now?" The blonde beast didn't seem all that interested as he took a seat on the sofa beside Dawn and Willow. "Honestly, you think I did it?"

"I don't know what to think--" Buffy was cut off before she could say anything else.

"--I think that you're the only one without an alibi." Angel spat, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

Draco sprung to his feet gracefully and moved stealthily toward Angel so they were standing less than two feet from eachother. "Oh really? Where were you when it happened?"

"In the kitchen. With Buffy."

"For how long?"

"Four to five minutes... when we heard the noises down in the basement."

Is this more than you bargained for yet

Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet

Wishing to be the friction in your jeans

Isn't it messed up

How I'm just dying to be him

"Then how do we know that before those four to five minutes, Wesley wasn't murdered and you weren't the one downstairs killing him? I mean, you are a demon of the night... all those tricks."

"Oh shut it, Malfoy. You know you did it just as well as we do!" Ron stated abruptly, he too stood from his seat while Harry grabbed his arm to prevent him from lunging.

"Draco please, I think you're sketching a bit out of your own reach." Hermione told him carefully. She didn't want to piss him off even more. She'd never really seen him so defensive, almost like he really didn't do anything.

"GUYS! Can we just stop yelling at eachother!" Dawn shouted. When it was silent she continued. "I know that we're all clearly upset about Wesley. He was a cool dude and now he's... dead." She sniffled and tears welled in her eyes. "But we have to stick together on this! Think about it, maybe none of us did it. It could be Moldy-Wart for all we know!"

"Voldemort." Harry coughed as if clearing his throat.

It was just then that the fireplace on the opposite side of the room roared in bright green flames and out stumbled a bleached blonde, leather-clad vampire. He coughed and pushed himself up from his position on the floor.

Suddenly, a second man tumbled out behind him. This one though had dark messy brown hair and chocolate eyes. He was delicious!

I'm just a notch in your bedpost

But you're just a line in a song

Drop a heart

Break a name

We're always sleeping in and we're sleeping

For the wrong team

"Get off me you sodding idiot!" The blonde scolded the young man. They both stood to their feet and smiled brightly at the group.

"Spike!" Dawn quickly ran and jumped into Spike's arms, hugging him like her brother. Her very dead and cold brother.

"Oliver!" The Golden Trio exclaimed at sight of this old friend. They hugged and shook hands.

Harry stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Everyone, this is Oliver Wood. He was my Quidditch Captain for most of my Hogwart's years."

"This is Spike! Oh wait.. almost everyone has met you." Dawn said boredly. "I never get to introduce anyone fun."

Spike scoffed. "I resent that."

Buffy glared at the vampire. She was never too fond of him, especially after their time spent. "Shutup Spike."

"I'm Buffy Summers. It's nice to meet you Oliver." She shook his hand and caught his eye for a moment, lingered, then pulled away.

Angel was not impressed with this new mans presence.. or Spike's. He looked them both over warily. "Not to be rude or anything but why are you here?"

Spike kicked his legs up on the coffee table and leaned back against the sofa. "Well, Peaches, it has come to ol' Ollie's attention that Wesley is giong to be killed or something of the sort so he went to the big bad Sunnydale lookin' for the Slayer."

"I found him instead." Oliver added unenthused.

"Aren't you a lucky one." Buffy smiled sarcastically.

"Anyway..." Spike continued. "I said I'd take him to where you all were. And look at what a find job I did!"

"You also brought yourself." The blonde Slayer commented with the raise of an eyebrow.

"Who's lucky now?"

"Obviously us."

We're goin down, down in an earlier round

And sugar we're goin down swingin

I'll be your number one with the bullet

A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

Oliver examined the position of the body carefully. It looked as if Wesley had been tortured first and then killed with a curse. Though he couldn't tell if the curse was from a wand or from a hand. It would take more thorough examination.

Buffy watched him from a short distance. He knew she was there but she didn't want to be a big bother. She was leaning against the stone wall with her arms crossed over her chest. She changed from her pajamas to a pair of jeans and a black off-the-shoulder sweater. It was refreshing.

"Is this what you do everyday?"

Oliver didn't look up at her. "Depends on the day. I'm on call so I get several different cases."

"What is it that you do exactly?" She wasn't quite sure she trusted him just yet.

"I'm an Auror. I fight the villians, the bad wizards. I'd assume that this is the case of a bad witch or wizard due to the curse that killed him and the fact that if it wasn't done by a witch or wizard, I wouldn't have gotten called in."

"Not to be nosy or anything..." She stepped forward toward the body and crouched down on her knees so that she and Oliver were eye level.

"You're being nosy." He told her with a brilliant smile.

Buffy blushed and laughed slightly but it faded when she caught scent of Wesley's decaying body. "What killed him? I mean.. what kind of curse?"

"A bad one. I won't know until I have St.Mungo's take a look. This really isn't my department. I'm just supposed to unmask and fight the bad."

She nodded disappointedly. She was kind of hoping for more than that so that she could get a lead on the killer. Oliver did help her narrow out some things. It obviously wasn't Dawn, Angel, or herself. It had to be someone with power. Power of a wizard. Power of a witch.

We're goin down, down in an earlier round

And sugar we're goin down swingin

I'll be your number one with the bullet

A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it