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Life is Change	By : trudyw000 Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - Slash - Male/Male Views: 9166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's Note : Hi there, thank you to Lydia Monroe and Kuragari for your reviews, they are much appreciated as always. Lydia Monroe, I couldn't agree more, and they aren't even a necessary evil, mua-ha-ha. Kuragari, I'm so glad you decided to give this story a chance, I hope that this chapter lives up to your expectations.
Chapter 13
Jim and Blair just stared, stunned at the implication. Suddenly Jim plunged his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his cell phone. Flipping it open he dialled the Cascade morgue from memory and waited impatiently for someone to pick up.
“Hi, it's Ellison, do me a favour, do a quick bed check for the victims in the serial killer case.” Jim paused and his audience watched intently straining to hear the other side of the conversation.
Realising that he was the only one unable to hear both sides Blair nudged his partner, “speaker!” he hissed.
Understanding the problem Jim pulled the phone from his ear and quickly pressed the button and another voice burst into the room, “..cent victims?”
“No all of them! I need you to check all the victims still held there.” Jim spoke harshly, unable to believe that he was actually considering this.
“But why? What could happen to them? It's not like they could just get up and walk away.” The voice at the other end of the phone sounded annoyed at the seemingly random request from the lead Detective on the case.
“Just do it, I'll hold.” Jim snapped and they all sat in silence as they heard the receiver at the other end of the line clatter down onto the hard surface of a desk.
Blair stared in frustration at the silent phone before glancing at the other three men. Seeing them all focussed intently on the phone, ears cocked to pick up any sound he felt short-changed at the realisation that he was still the only one unable to hear what was happening in the lower levels of the police department building where the morgue was located. The other men were just as frustrated as Blair, true they could hear much more due to enhanced Sentinel or Vampire hearing, but even so all they could currently hear was disgruntled muttering and clanging of steel doors as the night tech on duty took his own sweet time carrying out the request.
Eventually Blair saw his companions interest perk up and shortly afterwards he heard the sounds of a hand scrabbling at the receiver as it was picked up by the returning tech. “All present and correct. So unless you have any other pointless tasks for me?” the voice paused and at Jim's muttered negative the connection was cut without any further words.
“So it's not vampires.” Xander stated with assurance.
“At least not directly,” Spike qualified his Sentinel's statement and the two men shared a long look of understanding.
“Not directly?” Blair questioned.
“What does that mean?” Jim asked simultaneously.
Xander nodded to his Guide, waving him forward with a vague gesture to carry on.
“Have either of you heard of hobo signs?” he started his explanation, swiftly running through all that they had seen on their walk the previous night. “So we're thinking that your case and our blood vendor might be connected.” Spike concluded.
“So you think someone is killing our victims and draining their blood to sell to the local vampire population?” Blair looked thoughtful as he summed up the wildest theory he'd ever seriously considered.
“But why would vampires pay for blood?” Xander asked confused, “if they want human blood why don't they just take it, the vampires at home don't have any trouble hunting and killing at will.” Xander thought back over all the friends he had lost throughout the years, all the classmates who had just not turned up for school one morning, neighbours who'd disappeared. He thought of his best friend Jesse who'd been vamped by Darla long before Spike ever made it to Sunnydale, if vampires could choose to live without killing then why had Jesse tried to kill him, why had he had to stake his best friend? The questions whirled around in his head before being stilled by the cigarette roughened voice of his Guide.
“It's the Hellmouth pet.” Spike tried to explain, his mind flashing to the heady feeling of living in Sunnydale, the air itself was infused with power, it was a amazing feeling, the greatest high he'd ever experienced. When they had been travelling together the four members of the Scourge of Europe had never had any qualms about killing and feeding at will but he knew that not all vampires followed the same path.   Spike suddenly shuddered at the likely consequences if the four of them had visited Sunnydale in their heyday, he doubted the human race would have survived the experience.
Giving some additional background information for Jim and Blair's benefit he carried on, “Sunnydale is built on a Hellmouth, la boca del infierno, literally the mouth of hell. Even closed demonic energies are constantly leaking through and every so often some numbskull will try to open it and unleash hell on earth. Every time that happens a stronger pulse of chaotic energy is released. It makes for a very heady atmosphere, inhibitions are lowered, aggression heightened, you feel invincible, like nothing can touch you. It sends any vampires who live there, and not a few of the local demons, insane.”
Blair decided that it sounded a lot like his College days, he'd been too young to drink having graduated high school several years earlier than his contemporaries. But even so he'd seen how some of his fellow students had reacted to being away from parental control for the first time by pushing the boundaries, drink, drugs. Most pulled themselves together after a while, usually after getting a severe shock when their grades dropped or their tutors scared some sense into them. But there were one or two students every year who's downward spiral couldn't be arrested. Promising young lives, destroyed by drink or drugs as they turned to crime to feed their habit, their morality twisted into the belief that what they wanted they could just take. And if someone got in their way and was hurt, well, they got their just desserts for interfering.
Xander had been thinking ahead throughout Spike's explanation, if the local vampires paid for blood in order to avoid killing, how would they feel if they found out that people were still dying to feed them. “So if we're right, then these vampires presumably think that they are buying blood from a legitimate source,” he mused.
“Is there a legitimate source for human blood?” Blair exchanged a bemused look with his partner, he suddenly found himself examining all sorts of new ideas that had never crossed his consciousness before.
Spike and Xander just shrugged, “relatively legitimate, reject blood from hospitals or privately donated for a fee.” Spike broke off as Jim snapped his fingers in excitement.
Grabbing up his phone Jim dialled another number “connect me to Robbery,” putting his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone he turned his attention back to the others in the room.   “If they want to convince their customers that this blood is from a legitimate source then they're probably packaging it like donated blood.”   Suddenly his attention snapped back to the phone and he pulled his hand away and introduced himself before asking his question. “Have there been any reported equipment thefts from local hospitals or blood donation centres?”
They all watched Jim as he listened intently to the voice on the other end of the phone briefly before interrupting, “No, I'm not interested in drug thefts, just equipment, blood bags, needles anything like that.”
The silence in the loft was so intense that even Blair could hear as the nameless voice at the other end of the line suddenly barked “wait!” and the line fell silent.
The four men exchanged hopeful glances, Jim and Blair hoping that maybe, just maybe they'd finally found the break in the case that they'd been praying for. Xander and Spike simply hoped that they would be able to help end the barbaric practice which appeared to be taking place here. Spike had nothing against vampires killing humans, as long as they stayed away from his humans and one in particular. Even so, the thought of humans killing other humans just to make a few bucks selling the blood to vampires who were trying to live without causing harm to others made him very angry. He felt his vampire features fighting to come out, his eyes flashed golden for a moment before he managed to control the wild urges within him. He darted a quick glance at Xander, the sight of the young man seated safely at his side calming his beast as nothing else in his one hundred and some years had ever been able to do before.
“Speaker,” Blair reminded Jim once again and just in time Jim hit the buttons and laid down the phone as the other voice returned.
“Hi, you still there?”
“I'm still here, did you find something?” Jim tried to suppress the eagerness in his tone, he wouldn't want to ruin his reputation as a hard-ass.
“Yeah, about two years ago the blood donation centre out in Federal Way reported a break-in, the place was trashed and several boxes of empty blood packets were stolen along with needles, tubing, cotton swabs, medical grade disinfectant. The head nurse said that it was basically everything you'd need for do-it-yourself blood donation. It was weird, who'd want that crap, it was the blood thing that rang a bell when you mentioned it. Anyway, looks like the Detective on the case had one good suspect but couldn't find anything to make a charge stick. Is that the sort of thing you're looking for?”
“That's exactly the sort of thing I'm looking for, who was the suspect?”
They heard the rustle of turning pages for a moment before the voice returned. “Ah, here we are, Dieter Loganschmidt, he was an orderly working at the centre, one of his tasks was the disposal of reject blood, they found out that he was taking the blood packets home instead of destroying them. They didn't want any bad publicity so they terminated his contract, they agreed to provide a good reference for future employers, provided they weren't in the medical industry, in exchange for his promise to go quietly. Two months later the break-in happened, the investigating officers looked into disgruntled ex-employees and Dieter's name sprang to the top of the list. But like I said they couldn't make anything stick.”
Jim slumped back in his seat, almost crushing Blair's hand in the process. Slowly a manic grin spread across the burly detective's features, “we've got him” he muttered.
“What was that Detective?” The words floated up from the phone as it rested on the coffee table.
Clapping a hand onto Blair's knee Jim scooped up the phone and started barking rapid fire orders into it, “grab everything you've got on the break-in and on Loganschmidt then take it to Captain Banks in Major Crimes, I'll meet you there in twenty minutes.” Barely waiting for confirmation Jim quickly terminated the call and pocketed his phone as he strode across the room shrugging into his jacket as he stood by the door. Turning back he saw Blair gathering up all the paperwork that they had brought home earlier that evening while their two visitors stood looking on in surprise.
“Come on guys, hustle, you're going to have to follow us to the station, there's not enough room in the truck for both of you.” While most of his attention was focussed on his Guide Jim still had time to notice the shocked expressions on the faces of the other Sentinel / Guide pair before they were replaced with gratified smiles and the other men moved quickly to find jackets and car keys. It was immediately clear to the experienced detective that these two were not accustomed to receiving credit for their efforts and he vowed to do what he could to change that.
Pulling open the door he stood aside to allow the other three to precede him out of the apartment. As Xander and Spike walked out together he fell in behind them, clapping them on the shoulders, “excellent detective work, you've given us the first lead on this case in months, let's go catch some bad guys.” In a newly ebullient mood at the chink of light at the end of the tunnel that was this case he slid between the two men and strode briskly down the corridor. Catching up with Blair he was just in time to pull open the door to the stairwell for his partner who had his arms full of case notes and files.
Five minutes later and the Sunnydale pair were in Xander's car following the battered blue and white truck to the Cascade Police Department building.
“So, that went well,” Xander finally had to break the silence.
Spike turned and stared at his companion, “you're kidding, right?”
“OK, I'll admit it could have gone better, but we're both still in one piece aren't we?” Xander finished with a cheerful grin. Things were definitely looking up in his life, he was no longer the lone 'normal' human in the group, Jim and Blair seemed like they would help him to get a handle on his new abilities and he had Spike as his Guide. The first two were good, no getting away from it, the thought of ditching the title of 'Zeppo' was fantastic, but it was the third one that truly gave him warm fuzzy feelings all over. Spike was his Guide, Spike would never leave him and just maybe, if he played his cards right... Xander killed that line of thought, things were going great, no need to jinx it.
Spike enjoyed the look of sheer joy on his Sentinel's face for a moment before turning his attention back to the road, “whatever you say Pet.”
“Way to spoil the mood there killjoy,” Xander frowned across at his vampire, “we just solved a serial murder case, can't I bask in the afterglow for at least a few minutes.”
“It's not solved yet.” Spike corrected the younger man. As soon as the words left his mouth he felt the energy in the car drop and a quick sideways glance spotted the frown now adorning Xander's forehead. “But you did good tonight kid,” he hurried on, trying to fix the damage his thoughtless words had caused. “I thought we were screwed when I vamped out but you kept your head and talked them around.”
Xander's head dropped, “I'm really sorry Spike.”
Now Spike was confused, what was the whelp apologising for now, he'd just told him how well he'd done tonight. He meant it too, he'd truly thought they were sunk when Jim mentioned exsanguinated corpses but Xander held it together, got the information and proved Spike's innocence. The kid might not be the strongest fighter in the group, although Spike intended to do his best to change that when they got back, but he kept his cool in a crisis and worked well under pressure. It didn't hurt any that he was mighty easy on the eyes, Spike flashed back to the feeling earlier in the evening when Xander's gently stroking fingers had soothed away his vamp face. Just the memory of that feeling had Spike shifting in his seat as he felt the heavy warmth coiling in his gut. Hurriedly suppressing those feelings he returned to the matter at hand, “what're you apologising for now?”
Xander's nose twitched, was that? Just the faintest hint of arousal teased his nostrils, gone as quickly as it had come and Xander shook it off. “It was my fault, if I'd noticed the garlic earlier you'd never have vamped out, that whole mess could have been avoided.” Xander's head was still down and his subdued voice was barely audible, thankfully vampire hearing, whilst no match for Sentinel ears, was still more than sufficient to pick out the soft words in the quiet car.
“Don't beat yourself up over that kid, I'm the one with the garlic problem, I should've checked it myself. Blair must be a very good cook, the food smelled fantastic, most people are really heavy handed with the garlic, but that was so delicate neither of us noticed until the last minute.” Spike looked across briefly to see how his words were being received, they should be nearly at their destination by now, he didn't want Xander looking like his puppy had just died when they arrived. That Blair character seemed to be highly protective of his own Sentinel and would probably make no bones of calling Spike on it if he thought the other Guide was abusing his young Sentinel. “Besides, the vampire thing was bound to come out sooner or later, it was probably as well to get it over with, they might well have taken it much worse if they felt we'd been hiding it from them.”
Slowly Xander's head came up and a self-deprecating smile graced his lips, “the Zeppo lucks out again I guess.”
They'd finally reached the Police Department building and Spike waited until he'd pulled into a space beside Jim's truck before releasing his seat-belt and turning to face his passenger. “Listen to me Xander, I don't care what the cheerleader may have said you're no Zeppo. You saved me from some painful burns tonight, you convinced two virtual strangers that vampires exist and that I wouldn't harm them and you helped solve a serial murder case. You're my Sentinel and my friend and I won't have anyone putting you down, not even you, got it?” By the time he'd finished speaking Spike was leaning right across the central console and seriously encroaching on Xander's personal space but the young man wasn't intimidated, in fact his smile grew.
“It's not solved yet.” He parroted Spike's earlier words and with a laugh he released his own seat-belt and climbed out of the car to find Jim and Blair waiting for them. Both men appeared to be struggling to suppress laughter and it suddenly dawned on Xander that Jim was an experienced Sentinel. “How much of that did you hear?” he asked
“Every word, I don't know what this Zeppo thing is about but I do know that Spike is right, you're a good man in a crisis and Blair is an excellent cook.” The apparent non-sequiteur confused Xander until he remembered earlier in the conversation. Damn, the two vehicles had been several car lengths apart for most of the journey.
“How did you do that?” he asked “can you teach me?” his boyish enthusiasm was infectious and Jim just laughed and gestured for them to follow as he headed for the elevator.
Blair took pity on the younger Sentinel, “later, come on,” and he moved off after Jim.
The four men squeezed into the elevator and headed up to the Major Crimes floor. Jim pushed out as soon as the doors had opened sufficiently to allow him through and strode swiftly down the corridor, the other three close behind him. As soon as he pushed open the double doors to the bullpen they heard Simon Banks voice, he appeared to be berating an unknown man, presumably the robbery detective Jim had spoken to earlier. Swiftly crossing to Banks office he knocked briefly and then led the others inside.
“Hi Simon.”
“Jim, Blair, what's going on, this man says you sent him here, and who are these men?” Simon sounded seriously irate, but Jim had high hopes that the news he brought would quickly change that.
“We've got it Simon, we're pretty sure we know what's going on and if this is who I think it is he has a lead on our perps.” Jim turned to the mystery man in the office and held out his hand, “Jim Ellison, I'm sorry I didn't get your name earlier.”
“Hi Detective, I'm Tom Williamson, Robbery, I've got the files you asked me to bring, what's going on here?” The Detective was an older man, in his early fifties, greying hair just starting to recede at the temples, of medium height, he had a slight paunch overhanging his belt buckle. Overall he conveyed an impression of calm competence and Jim had the feeling that this man would be an asset to the team on their current case.
It was at that moment that he realised that he was about to try to explain vampires to his Captain and a Robbery Detective he had never met before tonight. Stalling for time he turned to introduce his companions, first he waved towards Blair, “this is my partner, Detective Sandburg. These other two are the ones I mentioned to you earlier Simon, Spike and Xander, they're from out of town and are staying in Federal Way, they have some information about our case which ties in with a break-in Detective Williamson's department investigated 2 years ago.”
Seeing Blair standing there, practically bouncing with excitement Jim had an idea, a very bad idea. “Detective Sandburg will tell you what we've worked out.”
All eyes turned to the curly haired Detective and no-one missed the glare he sent back at his partner, only Blair however saw Jim's brief shrug of apology. 'Huh,' thought Blair, 'if he thinks he's getting off that easy, or at all in fact, he's got another think coming.' A fleeting smile crossed his lips at the unintentional double entendre before he turned his attention to the task Jim had just dumped in his lap.
“OK, we've been investigating the serial killer case, random victims hung by their ankles and drained of all their blood, the kills have been getting more frequent and the number of victims at each crime scene has been increasing. Spike and Xander are from out of town and they have suggested a possible motive for these crimes, they have experience with...” this was the tricky part, Blair just hoped that the other men would support him, if it was just Simon he'd be prepared to try to sell the truth but with the other Detective, an unknown quantity, he had to try and obfuscate. “Cults, they're staying in Federal Way and last evening they were out walking and they spotted some covert signs indicating someone is selling human blood.”
“Human blood! Tell me your not suggesting this is the work of vampire wannabes.” Simon interrupted his detective, as much as he wanted to find a lead in this case he was concerned that they might be grasping at straws here.
Blair looked at the other men who'd come in with him for support before forging ahead, “not exactly. Detective Williamson has a robbery case, a break-in at a blood donation centre, prime suspect in that case was an ex-employee who had been turned off for stealing reject blood instead of destroying it. We suspect the stolen blood was being sold to vampire wannabes, when that source of blood was cut off they were unwilling to give up a lucrative revenue stream and started killing to keep their customers supplied. Equipment was stolen from the Federal Way blood donation centre so that they could package their product properly, hiding the source of the blood.”
“You're saying that they made enough money selling some reject blood from the donation centre that they decided it was worth killing over to keep that cash flow going?” Simon knew that he shouldn't be shocked at the lengths some people were willing to go to in order to make a few bucks but even so this seemed excessive.
Spike decided it was time to help out his fellow Guide, he'd been impressed at the man's creativity, conjuring a story like this on short notice took skill and nerves of steel. Blair had stuck close enough to the truth to sell the story, while avoiding the more outlandish elements which might cause his audience to deny the whole tale.   “These wannabes'll pay up to $500 for a pint of fresh human blood, if you say you had four bodies at your latest crime scene that's $16,000 total. We've all seen murder committed for a lot less than that.”
The four detective's in the room all shook their heads at that, it was true that you needn't be on the job long to see just how low some held the value of human life. They'd all seen muggings gone wrong where victims had died for their pocket change, shopkeepers killed for the contents of the till, a couple of hundred bucks if the thief was lucky.
“OK, well we don't have anything else to go on, where do you want to go from here?” Simon sounded resigned, he didn't hold out much hope for this 'lead', frankly he suspected his best team might be losing their edge. Still he was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt for now on the strength of his long friendship with Jim and even with Blair. Even if that wasn't the case they still had the best solve rate in the department and had earned some leeway with all the long shots that had paid off for them in the past.
“We need surveillance on Loganschmidt and on the butcher shop in Federal Way and anyone who works there.” Jim listed out the steps they needed to take next on his fingers, “they're likely to kill again soon if they stick to the recent pattern, if we see any action that looks like they're heading out to kill again we need to be right there to catch them in the act. Meanwhile Blair and I will run down their financials, if this is as lucrative as Spike thinks then we might be able to see something there. Anything else we need to consider?”
Xander raised a tentative hand, “I think Spike and I need to go in and see if we can make a buy,” he looked around the room to see who would object first.
Spike was the first to speak, “make a buy! I think someone's been watching too many cop shows!” and he shoulder bumped Xander in a friendly gesture that took the sting out of his words.
“No, the kid's right, if we can get someone in there to get hold of a sample of the blood for DNA comparison with our victims then we can pick these guys up and sweat them in interrogation without having to rely on catching them in the act. But I'm not sure that two outsiders, unknown to the department are the right one's to send in.” Simon would much rather get the evidence to pick up the monsters killing in his town without having to put any more citizens at risk.
“It's a good idea, but Spike's the only one who could make it work.” Blair spoke up, desperately trying to hit on a reason why it would have to be Spike, and why it would have to be Xander who accompanied him. Personally he would much rather keep the young man out of it, despite what he'd been told about Xander's history fighting the things that go bump in the night, he couldn't help seeing his youth and wanting to protect him.
“Spike has an in with these guys, he's been working deep cover down in California and has built up a backstory with the type of cultists who might be purchasing the product.” Jim knew that the fabrication wouldn't hold up under any kind of scrutiny, he just hoped to keep anyone from looking too deep too soon.
Simon looked from one to the other of his Detectives, he knew that there was something more going on here, something that they weren't telling him, unfortunately with Detective Williamson there, an unknown quantity, there was nothing he could do about it and so he decided to go along with their advice. Still, he'd keep the kid out of the line of fire if he could.
“OK, Spike goes in with one of our officers, sorry kid, Xander is it? If Ellison and Sandburg say it has to be Spike I'll go along with it, but there's no way I'm sending someone as young as you into a situation like this, it's too dangerous.”
“I'm sorry sir, but that's bullshit!” Xander was too angry to employ any tact, people had been calling him kid all evening and he was getting tired of biting his tongue every time in the interests of cooperation. “If Spike goes in then I go with him, your men have no idea what they could be facing, I've been fighting monsters like these since I was fifteen. Spike is my Gu... good friend and you're not sending him into harms way without me.” As he spoke Xander moved slightly to position himself between Spike and the tall, black man his Sentinel instincts proclaiming the need to protect the Guide at all costs.
Simon might be operating on the knife edge of sleep deprivation but he still caught Xander's slip, so this was the new Sentinel and the blonde was his Guide. The palpable air of danger emanating from the shorter man had led him to mistakenly believe it was the other way round. He'd assumed that was part of the reason it was so important that Spike be the one to go in. Hell, he'd even been trying to figure out how he could persuade Jim to allow Blair to go in too if a Guide was needed. He examined his officers, trying to decide where they stood on the matter. Looking at Jim he could see that the big man was at ease with the other two, he'd actually taken care to place himself between Sandburg and the robbery Detective, seeming to trust the other Sentinel even in close proximity to his Guide.
“You're sure Jim?” it didn't need Sentinel senses to see the boy fuming at being ignored in that fashion, regardless Jim was the one Simon had worked with for the longest out of all those in the room, if he had to make a decision with incomplete information then Jim's was the opinion he valued.
“I'm sure Simon, Xander and Spike need to be the ones to do this.” The absolute confidence in Jim's voice was impossible to ignore and Simon simply nodded his head.
“Right, Xander and Spike will be going in to try get more information, gather anything you need and we'll convene in the conference room in 5 minutes.”
The next several hours were spent gathered around the long table in the conference room planning the details of the operation ahead. At first Simon was still wary about sending Xander in on a sensitive mission like this one. However after seeing the way the two men worked together and how the young man held his own in the planning session making several astute observations and offering valuable suggestions he was feeling far happier about the prospect.
Finally at 4am Simon called a halt, they had pinned down as many details of the plan as possible. Surveillance schedules had been worked out and Spike and Xander had been drilled on the strict limits of their role when they went in to the butcher shop. Williamson called out a cheerful goodnight as he headed off to the stairs to make his way back down to the Robbery Division. That left Simon alone with the two Sentinel / Guide pairs.
“I know you've been hiding something from me all evening, now that Williamson is gone would you care to enlighten me?” he asked.
“Take my word for it Captain, you don't want to know” called out Blair cheekily as he followed his Sentinel into the elevator and pressed the button for the parking level.
The elevator quickly reached the correct floor and the doors slid quietly open. Jim and Blair headed for the truck as Spike realised that the excitement of the evening had finally caught up with Xander. The young man was practically asleep on his feet. Gently urging him forward Spike steered Xander towards the car and in through the passenger door. By this time the other two men had seen how exhausted Xander was and turned to see if they could help.
“'We're fine, he's worn out is all, I'll get him back to the room and he'll be fine after some sleep. Pick us up at dark and we'll get this show on the road.”
“We'll be there a bit earlier if that's alright, there are some useful tricks we can teach Xander with his Sentinel abilities since we can't risk giving either of you an earpiece for two way communication.” Blair suggested.
“No problem,” Spike reassured the Cascade Detective's and climbing in behind the wheel he quickly fastened Xander's seatbelt before peeling out of the parking lot with a jaunty wave out of the window.
Twenty minutes later they were back in Federal Way and pulling up outside their motel room. Xander was completely asleep by this time and Spike, loath to disturb the sleeping man carried his slumbering form into the room and settled him carefully on the bed, pulling off sneakers and jeans leaving Xander in t-shirt and shorts.
Fixing a quick snack for himself Spike noticed that they were down to the last few containers of the pig's blood they had brought with them from Sunnydale. They'd have to see about replenishing his stock before long.
Soon the only sound marring the silence of the room was the quiet breathing of one exhausted Sentinel as Spike curled around the warm body in his bed and slipped gently into sleep.
A/N : Thanks for reading, please let me know what you thought, please review.
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