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Worlds Apart	By : rockstarpeach Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 1633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11
Less than an hour later Spike and Wesley were sitting in a parked car outside an average house on an average street, waiting.
Someone from St Mary�s had recognised Hamilton from the photo one of the officers had shown him and mentioned that he saw the man sometimes at a pizza parlour several kilometres away, and had seen him there, in fact, just yesterday.
Travers had followed that bread crumb to said Pizzeria where the manager confirmed that indeed he had been in just hours ago. It was decided that it was likely that Hamilton lived in the area, or at the very least knew someone or was staying with someone who did.
So now Spike and Wes sat waiting while two dozen plain clothed police officers went door to door through 6 apartment buildings, pretending to sell bibles as they scouted out apartments looking for one that might contain Marcus Hamilton.
�Still don�t know why we can�t be out there doing our jobs instead of inside this sodding car sitting on our arses,� Spike groused.
�We are doing our jobs, Spike,� Wes reminded him. �I already told you Travers didn�t want us in on this and I can hardly say I blame him as most of this current situation is our fault. Well, that�s not strictly true. It�s your fault. Besides we all know that we would be recognised immediately, giving Hamilton and the Thorn more than enough time to escape. So we simply have to wait until someone lets us know what they�ve found.�
Spike mumbled something unintelligible, and stared out the passenger window for long minutes. �We�re gonna find him, Wes. We�re gonna find him and he�s gonna be fine and we�re gonna put those god damned sons of bitches away for a long time.� He thought maybe by saying it out loud he could make it come true.
Wesley simply smiled over at his friend and took Spike�s hand in his, resting them on the storage bin between them.
Almost an hour passed before Spike spoke this time. �What we did? I�m not saying it was wrong, or that I regret it, because I don�t, but Liam wouldn�t understand.�
�Then I suggest you not tell him about it.�
�Are you going to tell Willow?�
Wesley finally pulled his hand free of Spike�s and rubbed it over his face and through his hair. He appeared to think for a moment before answering, �No, I�m not. I don�t want to hide anything from her, but we�ve made no declarations of exclusivity as of yet, and, as you say� she wouldn�t understand.�
�Do you want� exclusivity? With her?�
Wesley smiled. �I do. Very much.�
�I�m happy for you, Wes.�
The two men shared a look and went back to staring out the windows.
***
There was a knock on the door.
A pissed of Thorn came out of his bedroom and looked at Marcus sitting on the couch. �Did you order a fuckin� hooker? Who the fuck is that?�
Marcus resisted the urge to tell his boss to go fuck himself and instead answered, �I don�t know. I�m not expecting anyone.�
�Well fuckin� get rid of �em. How the fuck do you expect me to watch Street Legal with all that fuckin� racket?� He stomped off back into the bedroom, screaming out �STREET LEGAL� when he got there, leaving Marcus to handle the unexpected visitor.
He rolled his eyes and went to the door, opening it a fraction to reveal a short, thin harmless looking man. �Yeah?� he asked. It was more of a grunt than an actual word.
The man smiled and said, awkwardly, �Good � afternoon, sir. My name is Andrew and I�m making my way through your lovely neighbourhood hoping to spread the word of the Lord.� He held up a bible to give credit to his claim.
�Not interested,� Marcus informed him, succinctly.
�Very well, sir. You have a terrific day. May the peace of the Lord be with you!� he shouted as the door started to close in his face.
The man walked calmly down the hall to the elevators and once inside he grinned and jumped and said into his wrist, �I found him,� and rattled off the apartment number.
***
Spike was nearly knocked on his ass by a bouncing, animated Sergeant Wells when he and Wes walked up to the front of the building.
�I found him Superintendent Anderson! I found him! I mean, I�m sure you would have, if, you know, you�d been looking, not that you haven�t been doing something really important, cause you know, everything you do is important-�
�Andrew, breathe,� Spike told him with a smile. Sergeant Andrew Wells had had a crush on Spike for a while now, and surprisingly he was one of the few that Spike hadn�t taken to bed. True, Andrew wasn�t teeming with sexuality, but he was kind of cute, and Spike could have gotten into him, but he was just so sweet and na�ve and Spike wanted to keep it that way.
�Good work. I�m proud of you Sergeant.� He laughed in his head as Andrew beamed from the praise, and then said to everyone who had gathered around them, �Let�s get this done.�
***
Marcus went to the bedroom to check on his get-out-of-jail-free card once he had gotten rid of the bible thumping retard at the door.
�Still comfortable, I see,� he commented as he walked into the bedroom and saw Angel on the bed, half eaten pizza still in the box to his side, watching the hockey game from last night that he just wouldn�t shut up about. �You�re team wining?�
�Yeah,� Angel told him. �They are. It�s gonna be a great day.�
�Not for you it�s not. Not unless your boyfriend comes through when I call him later.�
Angel ignored him and picked up another slice of pizza, his attention going back to the television. Marcus sighed and took a slice of the pie himself, before sinking into a chair to watch some of the game. It was a really good game, after all, and there was no reason not to enjoy it.
***
It took a couple of hours before they knew anything more. They had to wait for a guy to set up in an apartment across from Hamilton�s building, so he could see inside, let them know what they were dealing with. Turned out not much. It seemed to be just two of them so far that had walked past the living room window, but all the other shades were drawn, so they had to use their heat sensors to find out if anyone else was in the apartment.
One more signature was detected in one of the bedrooms, and Spike knew it was Liam. So, two against all the police force was pretty good odds, but they didn�t know what kind of firepower Hamilton and the Thorn were hiding away, so they needed to be careful. Spike didn�t want Liam getting hurt.
Spike, Wesley, Sgt Wells and one other, Sgt Harris were lined up on either side of the apartment door, waiting for the signal from their man across the way to let them know the way was clear for them to enter.
They got it, and Spike motioned Andrew and his tools forward to pick the lock, and cringed when his efforts resulted in an audible click. Everyone froze and Spike mumble something into his headpiece, listened for a minute, then instructed Andrew to continue.
It wasn�t long before he had the lock open and gently turned the handle and pushed on the door. Of course, the chain lock was in place, but that was easy compared to the other, and got out his bolt cutters and made short work of it, turning back to Spike with a smile.
After returning the small smile with a small one of his own, Spike pointed at Andrew and then back at the stairwell, and the man opened the door and joined 6 more police officers, all waiting as backup.
Spike looked at Wesley and blue met blue with a blazing intensity. Wesley knew how important this was to Spike, knew that he�d never forgive himself if things went wrong. So they had to make sure that didn�t happen. They extended their eye contact to include Harris, and the three nodded, and cautiously crept into the apartment.
Spike paused and listened as he heard the voice in his ear letting him know that there was one person in the first bedroom on the left, and two more in the bedroom at the end of the hall; all were stationary. Thinking one of them could handle the lone figure, while one of them took on the man guarding Liam, and the third would rescue Liam himself, he gestured for Harris to go to first bedroom, and for Wes to follow him down the hall.

Wesley and Spike were almost to the second bedroom door, when they whipped around, guns raised upon hearing two rapid shots, followed not long after by a third, and the thump of someone falling to the floor.
Horror marred Wesley�s face as he saw that it was Harris that had fallen, hand clutched to his chest to try vainly to stop the bleeding of a gunshot wound. After those shots it would be obvious to anyone else in the apartment that they had visitors, and not really caring if it wasn�t, he shouted, �Xander!� running over to his fallen colleague.
The Thorn emerged from the first bedroom then, gun now trained on Wesley at Harris�s side. Spike raised his gun, cocking it, the sound catching the Thorn by surprise, and was about to tell him to drop his weapon and surrender and all that rot but Wes�s voice interrupted.
�Spike! Go! Hamilton obviously knows we�re here by now and the longer it takes you to get to him, the longer he has to prepare.�
�But Wes - � He wanted to say, �but what about you? I can�t just leave you here with this psycho� but he didn�t have to. Wesley took advantage of the half a second that the Thorn�s attention was directed at Spike to aim his own gun square at the Thorn�s face with one hand, while trying to apply pressure to Harris�s wound with the other.
He could kiss his partner, seriously, but decided it could wait until later, and pushed open the second bedroom door, gun in front of him, looking rapidly around the room, for Hamilton and Liam. He saw nothing.
***
�Do you think I�m fuckin� stupid?� The Thorn asked Wesley.
�Well,� Wes answered him matter of factly, �you sell drugs, and presumably guns, and you kill people, so yes, I think you�re incredibly stupid.�
The Thorn looked honestly shocked at Wes�s insinuations that he was a murderer, but then looked down at the dying man on the floor and understood. �Oh, him. Yeah, well, that�s not my fault. I was trying to watch Street Legal and he interrupted. And have you seen his fuckin� shoes? Nobody should be allowed to wear shoes that fuckin� ugly.�
Wesley had to mentally revise his definition of �crazy� because this man thinking those were valid reasons for killing someone far surpassed any current definition. And where the fuck was Andrew with the rest of the team anyway? It had been almost 30 seconds since the shots had been fired; they should have come in the front door 29 seconds ago.
***
�Oh!� shouted Andrew, jumping up when he heard the shots ring out, excited to have a role in the action. �Oh! That�s us!� He schooled his features and lowered his voice and looked around at the rest of the men and said, �I mean, let�s go.� He reached a hand out to open the stairwell door� only to discover that they had locked themselves in.
There were exasperated sighs and disgruntled murmurs all around, but Andrew tried to ignore them, getting out his lock pick and getting to work, saying, �This should only take a second��
***
�Yes, then I�m sure he had it coming,� Wes told the Thorn. �Be that as it may, I must ask to you place your weapon on the floor and step back, arms in the air.�
�You must be fuckin� stupider that I am. I gotta eat some fuckin� Thai food, NOW! Thai Food! Want me to bring you back any?�
Wesley just stared, honestly unable to make any sense of the man�s ridiculous behaviour, and watched him back up slowly down the hall and out the front door, both of them keeping their weapons levelled on the other.
�Andrew!� Wes whispered into his own communication device. �Where the FUCK are you? Hostile exiting the premises NOW, and I�ve got an injured officer in here. I need help.�
Andrew heard the call, just as he got the door opened, and shouted, �That�s him! Take him down!� and several men ran off after him down the hall.
Andrew stopped another one of the men on his way into the apartment and said, �Someone�s hurt in there. Get the paramedics up here NOW.� The man nodded, got out his phone to make a call downstairs, and Andrew took the two remaining men into the apartment with him.
Andrew saw Sgt Harris laying on the floor next to Staff Inspector Wyndham-Pryce, unconscious, covered in blood, and ran over to him wailing dramatically. �Xander! Oh no Xander!� He collapsed down next to the man and took one of his hands and buried his face in the man�s neck. Sobbing.
Wesley resisted the urge to roll his eyes, knowing the two were good friends, and instead said, �Andrew. Do you think you can keep pressure on this wound for me until help arrives?�
�Of course sir,� Andrew said, collecting himself somewhat. �You can count on me.�
�I�m sure I can, Andrew,� Wes said, sparing a smile. �I�m only hoping Sgt Harris here can as well.� They switched out hands covering the wound and Wes got up moving down the hall to the bedroom where Spike had disappeared.
He snuck through the open door in much same way Spike had entered, again finding the room empty. He frowned, and cautiously moved in, checking behind the door, under the bed, in the closet. He was contemplating looking out the window when he heard a soft noise coming from behind a door he hadn�t yet checked, and he carefully opened it, following his gun inside. Once he had entered what he soon learned was a bathroom, he sighed in relief and lowered his weapon.
He looked past a seemingly alright Liam, sitting on top of the toilet seat, to find Spike, standing in the tub proudly, foot placed firmly on the ass of Marcus Hamilton, who lay face down in said tub, hands cuffed behind his back.
Wesley burst out laughing at the sight, and was soon joined by Liam, and eventually Spike. �Get him up, Spike,� Wes ordered, when he had settled down. �I�ll take care of Liam. We�ll meet you downstairs.�
***
Less than five minutes later Hamilton and the Thorn were each in a separate squad car headed for the station, Wes and Spike and Liam were in another, headed for the same place, and Sgt Harris, accompanied by Sgt Wells, was in an ambulance headed for the hospital.
Adrenaline reserves depleted, the next few hours were hell for Spike and Wesley. They had to make statements, fill out reports, debrief superiors, and that was only the start. Spike insisted on being everywhere Liam went, wanting to be with him as he gave his statements, was checked out by a medic, and booked an appointment with a psychiatrist.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, he remembered to call Lindsey. Liam�s friend of course dropped everything, and he and his girlfriend came down to the station to see for themselves that Liam was alright.
Wesley and Spike stood back and watched the three friends hug and cry laugh and Wes wrapped his arm around Spike�s shoulders and told him, �He�s fine, Will. He�s fine and he�s happy and it�s over. And now, if it�s what you want, things can really begin for the two of you.�
Spike leaned into the embrace, and placed a gentle kiss on Wesley�s neck, not saying anything, just comfortable with the contact until Liam looked up at them, smile vanishing when he saw the less than professional behaviour.
Spike jerked back, and Wes removed his arm and cleared his throat, saying, �This has been a stressful couple of days. I think I�ll head home, take some time to relax, and give Willow a call.�
�That�s a good idea, Wes,� Spike said and didn�t wait for his partner to leave before going to join Liam and his friends.
Darla stood to offer Spike a seat next to Liam, and he took it with a grateful smile. He covered one of Liam�s hands with one of his, and used the other to rub circles over the young man�s back. �You sure you�re alright, love? Sure they didn�t hurt you?�
�I�m fine, Spike,� Liam reminded him. �I was fine the first time you asked, and I�m still fine now, a dozen times later.�
Spike looked a little sheepish. �Just want to make sure is all. When I think that something could have happened to you�.�
�But nothing did. I�m okay.�
A thought struck Spike and he frowned. �Yeah, no thanks to your stupid self. What the hell do you mean going out on your own when I told you not to?�
Lindsey could see the two were headed either for a lover's spat or some spectacular make-up sex, probably both. Either way, he didn�t really need to see it, so he grabbed Darla�s arm and said, �Angel, buddy, we just wanted to make sure you were okay. Now that we know you are, we really better get going.� The two turned and began to walk. They were almost out the door when Lindsey turned around and said, �And it�s a real shame we�ve got to go, Angel, cause I�d love to see you get that spankin� I just know�s coming your way.�
Angel shared his friend's snicker at the last comment, but when he noticed Spike wasn�t laughing, he looked at him and asked with some trepidation, �You�re not really gonna��
�Don�t be a dumbass, of course I�m not. Least not right now. Maybe some other time, if you ask real nice��
Angel looked up, shocked, to see Spike�s teasing grin and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.
�So pet, looks like we�re done here. Finally. Do you want me to take you back to Lindsey�s place, or back to mine?�
Angel knew Spike didn�t mean permanently. Knew that he would be moving back in with Lindsey now that the danger was over. Knew that Spike meant did he want to spend the night with him or go straight back to the safety of his friend.
Angel didn�t need to think about it. �I want to go with you.�
***
When they walked in the door safe and together Spike finally felt he was able to relax. He was thrilled to have Liam back, unharmed, to have Hamilton and the Thorn in custody and to have Liam all to himself. Everyone was fine, the danger was over.
So he was mildly surprised when the first thing to come out of his mouth wasn�t the expression of any those thoughts.
�I shagged Wes,� he blurted out, bringing a hand to his mouth as if to check if it was working properly.
Angel looked hurt. And shocked. Angel was hurt and he almost didn�t believe what Spike had just told him, but instead of yelling or hitting or turning into a crazed dom like he had over the Buffy incident, he tried to pull himself together a little and simply said, �Okay.�
�Okay?� Spike asked, incredulous. �It�s just� okay?�
�Yeah,� Angel answered. �It has to be. Look, Wes may not have ever been your boyfriend, but I would have to be blind not to notice that you two have something. And it�s not like he�s the only one. I know that.�
He suddenly lost the nerve to look Spike in the eyes so cast his face to the floor before he continued. �I had hoped� but it doesn�t matter. I know I can�t compete. I just� don�t want this to be over.� He knew they hadn�t actually defined their relationship yet, that technically he had no reason to be upset over what Spike had done, because he hadn�t promised not to. But he also knew that that was crap, and that Spike should have been thinking about him, especially given the circumstances, and he was pissed off and disappointed.
�Even if I�m regularly shagging other people?�
Angel hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He wanted to say �No�. Wanted to scream at Spike and tell him how wrong it was that while he was being held prisoner Spike was off getting his jollies, and that he would do anything anything if only Spike would look at him the way he sometimes looked at Wes and care enough about him to stop sleeping around.
He wanted to tell him that he�d never be able to forgive that transgression, because he�d begun to trust Spike, trust in the man�s feelings and had managed to delude himself into thinking that he came first with Spike, and that things would be able to work out between them.
But he was too shocked by the news, and too worn out from the past two days to say any of those things right now. Of course it wasn�t okay that Spike was with other people, but he didn�t know how to make him understand that.
He thought about leaving, going back to Lindsey�s place right now, and never looking back. He really wanted to. But he wanted Spike more. Still, even knowing his feelings would never be returned, even feeling ripped open and hollow, he wanted Spike.
So Angel thought he would take him, if only for a little while, because he wasn�t na�ve enough to think that this sort of relationship could work out in the long run. But for now he was willing to give Spike anything he would take, knowing it would destroy him in the end.
Spike saw the conflicted emotions play over Liam�s face and it killed him how little self respect this kid had. �No,� he said.
Angel nodded again, and turned toward the bedroom. �Alright. That�s� I understand. I�ll grab by stuff and head back to Lindsey�s tonight. Thanks for, you know, saving me and stuff.� He bit back tears as he started to walk, angry with himself for reacting this way. First Spike cheats on him, then he dumps him? Why the hell did he care so much about this bastard.
�No, that�s not� God! Why am I so bad at this?� He took Liam�s hand and led him to the living room to sit down.
�I only meant that being second best can�t be good enough for you, pet. And it�s killing me, cause I don�t know if I�m ready for��
Angel pulled his hand back as Spike trailed off and repeated, �I told you it�s fine. Look, I figured this would happen sooner or later, I was just kind of hoping it would be later.� He offered a sad half smile and got up. �I really think it�s best if I leave tonight.�
He emerged from the bedroom minutes later carrying a shopping bag full of his meagre belongings.
�Let me give you a lift,� Spike offered. And that was the second time in the past five minutes that his mouth had started talking without clearing it with his brain first. He had meant to say �Stay. I want to be with you. I�ll try, we�ll try, and it�ll work.� But until he was absolutely sure that was true, he knew he couldn�t put Liam through the possible heartbreak.
Angel shook his head. �It�s alright. The bus goes right by here, and I feel like being alone for a while anyway.�
Spike stopped him at the door, once again wanting to say something to make it better, but not sure what, so he simply said, �Liam,� and kissed him soundly one more time before he walked out the door.
***
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