Title: 500 Minutes
Chapter 2 – Setting the Trap

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Spike awakes early the next morning, his naked body slightly stretching but his brain reminding him that he wasn't alone. He looks over at Chloe's sleeping form and smiles; his brain quickly replaying the amazing events from the night before. They had made love more than once and in a few places besides the bed. If it was to only be a one night stand then it was one of the best night's of his adult life so far. Chloe was amazing and she made him feel like he was the most experienced lover in the world, which of course he wasn't even close.

"Good morning," Chloe looks up at Spike with a small smile. She moves herself up a bit higher, her hair resting on his smooth chest, her fingers softly playing with his firm skin, trailing lower to the small swirls of hair just below his belly button and then moving lower, forcing Spike's stomach to automatically such in and his lips utter a very contented sigh.

"Uh good…morning," Spike manages with another small gasp as her fingers continue to tease his most sensitive area. "That feels…"

"Shh just relax," she soothes, as her lips tease his cheek.

"I would but um…oh god…" he groans as her fingers continue their pleasurable torment. "Hafta get to…to work," he gasps once more.

"Yeah me too…just a bit longer okay?"

"S-sure," Spike answers in haste, bringing a small laugh to Chloe's lips. Their early morning sexual romp quickly wraps up, allowing Spike to finally dress, glancing at his watch and knowing he'll have to shower and eat at work.

"So…will I see you again?" Chloe asks as she walks Spike to the door of her hotel room.

"I'd like that," he turns to her with a warm smile. "But um…"

"Right your parents," she gives him a sympathetic smile. "You don't have to work tomorrow do you? I mean its Saturday and you guys do have a day off right?"

"Supposedly. But if we get a call…"

"Well I am in town for a few more days. So here is my idea. You get a call but can't take it because you are sick and how about we spend the whole day…doing what we did last night."

"Sick?" Spike slightly stammers. "I don't um…take sick days," Spike answers with a small frown. "I can't."

"Mmm a goody goody eh? I like it even more," she leans in closer to kiss him once more. "Okay how about you tell them you are taking the day off."

"I'll…oh I don't have your number."

"Yet," she grins as she takes his phone and punches in her number and then hands it back. "See you tonight."

"Tonight? I might be late and…yeah I might be late," Spike tells her in truth.

"I'll wait up."

"Really?" He asks as a smile lights up his face.

"Only if you'll come by."

"I'll be here."

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Spike hurries toward the lockers, wanting to have a quick shower and then grab a quick bite before the first call came in. He had called his mother and as usual had to turn a deaf ear to her reprimand and then said to tell his father he was okay and hung up before she could tell him that a normal job wouldn't have so many personal demands.

"Just once," Spike sighs to himself giving his head a shake as he exits the showers and rushes for his locker.

"Whoa there," Wordy smiles as he grabs Spike by the arm and turns him around. "So I see you survived last night."

"Yeah Chloe was…"

"Chloe? What other personal things did you learn about her last night," Wordy retorts with a grin. "So details?"

"Can I uh…get breakfast first?"

"No time for breakfast either?" Wordy looks at him in amusement. "Now I really want the details. And don't leave out the good stuff."

"We ah…it was pretty amazing. Chloe was pretty amazing. She was…wow," Spike rattles off as he and Wordy head for the small lunchroom where a vending machine was waiting with Spike's name on it. "And she gets my home situation."

"Yeah? How's that?"

"Her mother is sick and…" Spike's voice trails off as he goes on to explain all about his night, leaving out of course the majorly sexual details.

"Well it sounds like she's perfect."

"Too perfect?"

"Spike she sounds great."

"But she lives in um…Vancouver," Spike tells his friend with a slight sigh. "So I'm screwed right?" He asks rhetorically with a small smirk.

"Ah take it a day at a time," Wordy pats his back as they round the corner. "Yeah I know…it never works as well as it sounds."

"So I should take it easy then?"

"Spike. It's not my place to say one way or another. You seem more than excited and I..."

"What?"

"Just hope she's as excited about all this as you. I mean it was one night and already you are thinking long term."

"I think she is. She opened up a lot last night."

"Well alright then. Enjoy it Spike for what it is."

"Meaning?"

Wordy looks at the innocent expression on his friends inexperienced face and smiles. It was no secret that Spike that more luck with electronic gadgets and bombs than he did in the dating world; always too nervous to make it past a really good first impression. His friends all knew he had so much to offer, but it wasn't up to them to make that known to any member of the opposite sex - Spike had to do that on his own.

"If it's one weekend then have one hell of a weekend. Just don't over think anything right now."

"So go for it?" Spike asks with a smile.

"Go for it," Wordy pats his friend on the back. "But…after work."

Spike only offers his friend a small sideways smile as he quickly downs his breakfast bar and then joins the rest of his team in the briefing room. His brain was waging a small war between listening to some briefing notes and telling him that Chloe was the perfect match and not to let her get away. Go for it! Wordy's words ring in his head. Halfway during the briefing his phone buzzes and automatically a smile forms; his smile growing even wider as he sneaks a peak at his phone.

'Hey handsome…do you remember our second time when we did it in the…..let's do that again as soon as you walk through that door. Chloe'

"Spike…this work stuff boring you?" Greg's voice forces all eyes on him.

"Ah no boss…it was ah um…wrong text but it um…" he stammers once more. "No boss."

"He didn't have his Wheaties for breakfast," Wordy gives his friend a small punch on the shoulder.

"Okay team next time let's all make sure Spike has his Wheaties for breakfast so that he can concentrate on the boring work stuff," Greg smirks as Spike is forced to endure some fun teasing at his expense. The rest of the briefing goes as planned just after Greg dismisses them he calls Spike back. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah that was just…boss it was nothing, I swear it…" Spike tries to answer, his lips trying to downplay his enthusiasm at seeing Chloe again.

"And by that cryptic smile I'd say…new girl?"

"Met her last night," Spike answers with a wide grin. "She's um…she's pretty amazing. We started with a few drinks and then…we went back to her hotel room and…"

"Spike."

"Yeah?"

"You don't have to give me all the details."

"Oh right of course."

"And the text I'm guessing was from her?"

"Boss I'm sorry about that it just…well surprised me and…yeah I have never gotten an email like that before...well not at work."

"Spike, I'm not mad. But if you had taken that text on a call and allowed it to put any of the team in jeopardy then I would be. But of course I know you never would, would you."

"Never," Spike's smile slightly fades as he quickly nods in agreement.

"Does she at least have a name?"

"Chloe. She's a flight attendant and lives in Vancouver and…right too much info," Spike pauses with a small smirk. "Just feels go you know…to finally meet someone…well like me."

"Like you? Explain."

"Her mom is sick and her dad worries about her work and doesn't like it. Her older sister was killed in a plane crash so they worry about her and I guess much like me she goes home to a lot of arguments. At least she has her own place."

"Well I'm glad you connected with someone like that. Speaking of being on your own, you could always get your own apartment," Greg suggests cautiously.

"I know and I've um…thought about it but…well maybe later."

"Later," Greg nods, noticing Spike's frame instantly tense and his tone get terse.

"Yeah just gotta wait and see...boss my dad..."

"Hey Spike, you don't have to explain."

"But it's kind of a drag not to be able to take a girl back to your place, right? Makes me seem...well...lame?"

"First off, if she's worth her salt, as you say she is, she'll understand. Besides, you just met her right?"

"Right," Spike agrees with a small smile.

"Okay so how about we take that call and…"

"Boss about tomorrow. I know we are on call but…"

"But Chloe wants you to take the day off?" Greg finishes his very thought.

"She does."

"Spike, if we get a call...work comes first."

"Right, I'll be there."

"Spike…"

"I'll be there," Spike promises. "I mean we only just met right?"

"And hey maybe the badguys will take a day off," Greg smiles as he pats Spike on the back.

"Yeah maybe."

"Next weekend Team Three is on call. You'll have the whole weekend to yourself to do…whatever."

"That sounds pretty great actually."

"Alright let's get ready."

Greg gives Spike a nod and then watches him leave, happy that the younger man has finally met someone to make him offer a genuine smile. Spike heads into the dressing room to gather the rest of his SRU gear, his mind still thinking about the text that Chloe had sent him. This weekend they were on call and it wouldn't be fair to the other team members, especially Wordy or Ed who both had major family responsibilities to call in sick when they'd have to work or call in someone from another team to cover the shift he rightfully should. He thought about the trip to Vancouver and if that was too forward. But the worst she could say is no and he was used to hearing no. Why not a trip? He hadn't been out west in years and this seemed like the perfect excuse. Maybe it could work his brain started to ponder.

"Hey Spike, let's roll!" Sam calls out.

"Yeah coming," Spike calls back as he looks at Chloe's text once more. "Maybe this is the one," he whispers to himself as he closes his locker and hurries to find the rest of his team.

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"How much time do we have?"

"We are good."

"And you're sure this is the right one?"

"Yes. Michelangelo Scarlatti, bomb and electronics expert. Our window starts tomorrow and then the countdown will be on. Is he working tomorrow?"

"Said he'd take the day off. So we are fine. His team will never know he's missing until it's too late."

"Good work. We'll take him tonight."

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The day went as expected, it was a tense hostage standoff at the bank but one that thankfully ended in peace with the hostage taker finally being apprehended and everyone inside the bank, including the injured security guard and a woman about to go into labour. But for Spike he couldn't wait until the boss had signed off on all the paperwork, including his statement; rushing to his lockers to get ready to go home and then to go and see Chloe.

"So you want to join us at O'Leary's?" Wordy asks Spike as they finish getting dressed at the end of the day. "It's still early. Or do you…"

"I'm going home."

"Home?" Wordy looks at him in surprise.

"Yeah to get some clean clothes and then I'm meeting Chloe at her um…hotel."

"Okay but after this weekend I want all the x-rate details."

"X-rated?" Spike arches his brows as his face turns a bit serious and Wordy just laughs.

"Have you told your mom?"

"No. I just said that I had to pull an all-nighter. But I know I'll have to tell her tonight. I'm sure she'll be happy for me," Spike offers a weak smile. "I mean it's a girl right and not work? And then if all goes well tonight I was thinking of asking her what she um...well what she thought about me coming to see her...in Vancouver."

"Vancouver?"

"Well I know long distance is tough but...but I'm sure she'll agree and...what?"

"Spike, I want you to be happy, I really do and seeing you so happy...well makes me happy for you. But I do hope it's also what she wants. I know she seems perfect...really perfect for you but..."

"I promise I won't offer her my hidden millions," Spike teases but as he looks at the tender concern on his friend's face his own expression turns serious to mirror that. "Wordy I have been waiting for a girl like Chloe to..."

"Yeah come along and be the perfect match, I know you've said that before. I really hope she is, but why not wait a few more days to see what she really wants and then mention the trip. I mean you don't want to scare her off either right?"

"Coming on too strong?"

"I..." Wordy stops, analyzing his friend's face and then smiling. "Spike, just enjoy your weekend with her."

"And if she breaks my heart?"

"Just go and enjoy and don't worry about anything. No one ever died from a broken heart. The rest of us have been there and we are still here today. You'll be fine."

But before either one of them can say another word, Spike's phone texts to life and he reaches for it in an instant.

"From Chloe?" Wordy asks, not really expecting an answer as Spike's instant smile was his answer enough.

'I'm in the bathtub wearing only bubbles. Where are you? Chloe.'

"Yeah she um…she's waiting for me. Look I gotta run. I'll talk to you later. Goodnight."

"Yeah…goodnight," Wordy offers as he watches Spike leave; Ed walking up to him.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Uh...nothing," Wordy turns back to his locker.

"I know that look. What's up?" Ed asks his close friend and partner, forcing Wordy to turn back to face him.

"Just…you know what?" Wordy turns to Ed with a smile. "It's not my business right?"

"But…"

"But I guess from experience if something seems too good to be true…"

"It usually is," Ed finishes for him. "Spike's new girl?"

"I just hope she's not just scr…using him for the weekend? You know strining him along for only a good time."

"Look I know we all father Spike, but he has to learn sometime right?" Ed retorts with a small frown.

"Right. And besides it won't kill him," Wordy replies with a small uneasy feeling inside.

"Exactly. Come on…rest of the team is waiting."

"Right," Wordy gives Ed a nod and then closes his locker doors, giving Spike's one last glance before he follows Ed. Inside his mind he does hope that this girl is all she appears to be, but fears that this weekend will be the last for his friend and he'll have his heart broken by a woman looking for a fun, no strings attached weekend.

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"Ma I gotta run okay?"

"Another all-nighter? And you wonder why your father…"

"Alright fine," Spike sighs as he lingers in the kitchen at home, facing his mother with a heavy frown. "I met a girl and her name is Chloe. She's from Vancouver and I'm…having dinner with her tonight."

"Dinner?"

"Yeah dinner. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Goodnight ma," Spike leans in and gives his mother a quick peck on the cheek and then heads for the door. He hadn't spent much time when he came home, just showered, added a splash of fresh cologne, put on his dark jeans and a black shirt, grabbed his jacket and was gone.

As much as he didn't want to overanalyze how this was starting out, the drive over was spent trying to tell himself that maybe asking Chloe to come and visit her wasn't a good idea. But then he did have next weekend free and it was either sit around the house listening to two people argue about a future that he wasn't going to take or fly out to an amazing city and get to know a little better an even more amazing girl. The latter won out. Feelings be damned.

Spike arrives at the hotel, heading for the concierge to ask for the spare key as Chloe had instructed, walking toward the elevator at a pace faster than normal. His lips offer a small happy but nervous whistle, his palms starting to get a bit sweaty. He had only casually dated up until now, most women being either turned off in the long run by his high risk job or were wanting a man with his fun loving personality but a lot more money to have that fun with. Chloe seemed well…perfect.

Spike slowly slips the electronic key card into the door slot and slowly pushes the door open. "Chloe?" He calls out softly as he enters the dimly lit room, his senses automatically hit with the tempting aroma of warm chocolate and vanilla.

"There you are," she walks up to him, wearing only a bathrobe that was partially open in the front, instantly tempting both his body and brain. "I missed you," she whispers as she drapes her arms around his neck and draws his mouth to hers. The kiss lingers for what seems like an eternity until they both break apart, Spike rewarding her with a warm smile.

"So you wanna go downstairs for supper?"

"How about we get naked and order in," she offers with a wide teasing smile, deliberately pulling his arms from his black leather jacket.

"Sure…yeah that'll work," Spike agrees in haste. "You're amazing, you know that right?"

"I know it," she teases, making him just smile once again. "And then you can tell me all about your day."

"You know speaking of work…I was thinking that maybe…well only if you'd like…"

"Spike, just ask," Chloe smiles as his nervousness.

"I have a totally free weekend next weekend and could um…well fly to Vancouver and…spend the weekend. You know getting to know you better. That is if you want?" Spike finishes, his heart racing so fast as he awaits her response.

"I think that…is a wonderful idea," she whispers in his ear.

"You do?"

"I do. Enough talk about me…you need to let me help you unwind as you tell me about your harrowing day."

But talk would have to wait for as soon as Spike's shirt was off, their lips were locked once more, their bodies slowly becoming one.

"Wow that sounds so…so scary and tense," Chloe states as she lies in Spike's bare arms sometime later.

"All in a day's work," Spike answers with a small smirk. Just as he was about to say another word, his stomach growls, drawing Chloe's wondering glace to his and both of them chuckle.

"Okay let me order in supper. Can I surprise you?"

"Sure," he answers eagerly. He watches Chloe wrap herself with one of the sheets, get off the bed and head for the phone and then the bathroom. Spike, quickly grabs his phone and plugs in next weekend in Vancouver into his calendar and places his phone back just as Chloe reenters.

"Hope you're hungry," she mentions as she rejoins him on the bed, her lips planting a soft kiss on his bare chest.

"I actually am. Do you like to cook?"

"Not really," she giggles. "Do you?"

"I can make a mean bowl of homemade pasta."

"My favorite," she snuggles in a bit closer. The whole time Spike spends telling her a bit more about his job, mostly stuff that would be on the news or open to the media; but also unable to resist telling her about some of his own personal achievements. A knock is finally heard and Spike reaches for the robe that was supplied for him just as Chloe opens the door and lets the room service waiter in.

"Smells good," Spike thanks the man that arranges his dinner plate.

"Oh trust me, it's like nothing you've had before," he gives Spike a sly smile as he steps back. "Enjoy. I'll be back later to collect what's mine."

"Alright, let's dig in."

Spike sits down at the small table, eager to dive into his supper as he hadn't eaten much since breakfast. However, half way into his meal, his head starts to get a little dizzy and his vision a bit blurry. Panic starts to take over and instantly he looks up at Chloe. No...it had to be the food.

"Chloe I..."

"Spike? You okay?" She inquires with a mock innocence, her tone nothing close to sincere.

"Yeah just…maybe I drank that too fast and…" he leans back as the room starts to spin. He turns back to Chloe who makes no attempt to help him, merely sitting in place with a calm look on her face. "I um…don't feel…well..."

"Aww poor Spike you want to lie down?"

"I…I should," Spike frowns as dark circles start to form. He stands up and turns, wanting to get to the bed and lie down.

"Everything is going to be fine."

How does she know that? A small voice inside his head asks in haste. He eyes his phone on the left side of the bed and tries to make it. He had called Wordy last and left a brief message about something work related. If he could only press 'redial' as least he'd let his friend know something was up. Enough for a call back at least.

"Oh Spike...where are you going?" Chloe asks with a small laugh. "There is no where to go. Not any more," her tone turns cold.

Spike turns to her, his vision blurring further, small dark circles forming and his heart pounding so fast he was sure he was going into cardiac arrest. Have to call Wordy! His overheating brain tries to call out, muffled by the drugs that were now viciously assaulting every part of his body. He tries to turn back to the bed, but all he manages is one step before his falters and stumbles to his hands and knees, finally collapsing to the floor just as he hears the door being unlocked.

"Right on time. He's out."

"Good. We have work to do."

A/N: So obviously Chloe isn't what she seems but what do they want Spike for and what happens when he fails to show up for a call? What will the team learn about Spike's new girl? And how will Wordy reacto to this when his friend doesn't show up? Please review and let me know your thoughts, hope everyone is still in character and thanks so much!