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Buffy looked
up when there was another knock at the door. She wondered if the police were
back, if this time they were going to take her away.
�Buffy?� an
unfamiliar female voice called from behind the door. �My name is Tara Maclay, and I�m a friend of William�s. He sent me over to
check on you. Can you let me in?�
At that, Buffy
perked up, albeit slightly. She�d never heard of Tara Maclay,
but if she�d spoken to Will�
She pulled
herself up and went to the door, opening it slowly. As soon as she did, Tara gasped, taking in
Buffy�s disheveled, bruised form.
�Oh,
goddess�� was all she could manage to say as she stepped inside and locked the
door behind her. William had told her she was in bad shape, but�
Tara tucked a piece of
blonde hair behind Buffy�s ear. She looked so completely and utterly destroyed,
and all Tara wanted to do was fix her. �Did William�s father do this to you?�
Buffy nodded
slowly. �Liam was my husband.�
Tara nodded. She�d known a
little bit about Buffy, though William had been reluctant to talk about a lot
of it. What he had said was after a night of a little too much to drink and way
too little sleep. She hadn�t been aware things had started up again after
Drusilla. �Is that what happened to William? He killed his father to protect
you?�
Buffy looked
at Tara sharply. �Is that what he said happened?�
Tara eyed the other woman
skeptically for a moment. �He said he killed his father.�
Buffy reached
into the pocket of her robe, rustled what sounded like paper, and whispered,
�That�s what happened.�
And in that
instant, Tara knew the truth. She�d always been able to read people, always been
able to see what was beneath the surface, and this was glaring. Part of her
wanted to march right over to the jail and yell at William for being an idiot,
but then she took another look at Buffy and knew why he was doing this.
This girl
wouldn�t last a moment in his shoes. She was barely making it as it was.
�Buffy, we
need to clean you up, but first, I want to take pictures of these bruises, all
right? We might need the proof later that Liam beat you. Can you let me do
that?�
Buffy�s eyes
were pointed at Tara�s face, but it was if she wasn�t really looking at her at all. �Did
you talk to Will? Is he all right?�
Tara put her hand on
Buffy�s arm and spoke soothingly. �Will is fine, sweetie. He just wants me to
take care of you. I�m going to do that, but first I want to get these bruises
on film. That might help William, okay?�
Buffy�s eyes
met Tara�s then, though Tara could tell the other woman was not fully
with her. �It will?�
�Yeah, it
will. Are you going to let me do it?�
For a moment,
Buffy was still and silent, but she finally nodded.
Glad she
happened to have a digital camera in her purse, Tara gently led Buffy in
the living room.

*** *** ***
If nothing
else, jail was boring. Spike had spent incredibly too much time already simply
lying on his bunk, watching the ceiling and trying not to get blinded by the glare
of way too much orange on his body.
�Angelus, get
up. You�ve got a visitor.�
Spike turned,
eyeing the guard on the other side of the bars. �Visitor?�
�Yeah, your
lawyer�s here.�
�I don�t have
a lawyer. Waived the right to counsel and all that.�
The guard
shrugged. �Look, buddy, I just relay what I�m told to, and they�re telling me
Lindsey McDonald is here to see you and he�s your lawyer.�
Spike blinked,
gaped for a moment. Lindsey? His father�s lawyer? Why
in the world would his father�s lawyer be representing him when he was charged
with the man�s murder?
Unless his mother had sent him� Spike was observant enough to know what
had been going on between his mother and Lindsey, and the best he could think was
that she had convinced Lindsey to represent her son. Which William had to say
surprised him since he didn�t think his mother would care one way or the other
if he rotted away in prison.
�Yeah, all right. I�ll talk to him.�
The guard said
nothing as he cuffed Spike and led him out of the cell, down to the visitor�s
area. Spike looked around, noting that he�d be behind a window, talking through
a phone, just like in the movies. How quaint�
He picked up
his phone, waited for Lindsey to grab the other line. �And you�re here
because��
�You�re in jail
for murder, William,� Lindsey said without preamble. �You need a lawyer.�
�No, I don�t,
and especially not my father�s lawyer. You�re a dick.�
Lindsey
smirked. �Well, yeah, I�m a lawyer. Your mother sent me. She�s beside herself
at the thought of you in here.�
Spike rolled
his eyes. �Yeah, I�m sure she is. That tearful visit I haven�t gotten from her
really proved that.�
�She sent me
here instead. She wants you out.�
�Yeah, well,
I�m not getting out. I confessed.�
�I can get
that thrown out,� Lindsey said. �You were under duress.�
�The hell I
was. I confessed, and you�ll bloody well leave it alone!� Spike snapped. This
was the last thing he needed, some meddling lawyer trying to push the case in
another direction. He wanted things to be open and shut.
�Will, come
on. I don�t know what you�re trying to prove, but there�s no reason to rot away
in here.� Lindsey smiled too easily. �You�re a rich boy, William. I can get you
out of this in my sleep. And I�m working on getting bail for you, too. This
�flight risk� stuff is just bullshit.�
�I fucking
shot my own father. I don�t want out. So just go away. Hold my mother�s purse
while she dances on Liam�s grave.�
�William��
�We�re done
here, Lindsey.� Spike hung up the phone and called for the guard, not bothering
to look at Lindsey as he was led back to his cell.

*** *** ***
Assistant
District Attorney Charles Gunn didn�t realize there was a smile tugging on the
corner of his mouth as he walked into the crime lab. A thin, brunette woman in
a white coat leaned over a table, examining something he couldn�t see from
where he was standing.
�Dr. Burkle?�
She turned
around, an almost imperceptible blush crossing the young woman�s face as she
pushed her glasses up further on her nose. �Mr. Gunn. I didn�t see you standing
there.�
�I just got
here. And you can just call me Gunn. Everyone else does.�
The blush
darkened. �Then you can call me Fred. It�s short for Winifred, which you
probably figured out if you knew my name, but if you didn�t, well, now you do,
and�� She looked down at her fingers. �And I�m totally babbling.�
Gunn�s smile
grew. Like he minded a babble when it was that
adorable� But he was here for a reason, and it wasn�t to check out Dr. Foxy.
�Have the prints come back from the gun in the Angelus murder yet?�
Fred nodded
and pushed her glasses up again. �They have. They match the son�s.�
�Any sign of
the wife�s on there?�
�Not that we
could see,� Fred replied with a shake of her head.
�Dammit.�
�Is she a
suspect?�
�Not
officially, but I think she is. Where�s the gun now?�
�Ballistics. I�m having them run tests to compare it with the bullets we found at
the crime scene.�
Gunn frowned.
�Is there doubt it�s the murder weapon?�
�I don�t
know. I found something weird when I was at the crime scene earlier, and I
wanted to check it out. I mean, it might just be nothin�,
but it could be somethin�, too, so I knew I couldn�t
ignore it.�
�What is it?�
Gunn asked, his arms crossing in front of him as he began to worry that his
case might be falling apart right then and there.
�Well, the
son said he fired the gun three times, right? I mean, that�s what they told me
he said in his confession, so I guess that�s what he did.�
�Yeah, he
did,� Gunn replied with a terse nod.
�Well, there�s eight bullets at the crime scene. Three in the wall
and five in the body. And, well, I�m not sure they�re even from the same gun.
They don�t really look like it, which is why I sent the gun to ballistics. I
want to know which, if any, of those bullets came from that weapon.�
That was a turn Gunn
hadn�t been expecting at all. �Huh.�
�I thought
the same thing, only it was a little more than �huh,� because it�s a pretty
weird thing to show up at a crime scene. I mean, why would anyone want to shoot
a wall?�
�I don�t��
Gunn shook his head. �Keep me posted on that one, Fred,� he told her as he
started towards the door again. �Let me know what you find out as soon as you
do.�
The blush was
back. �I will, Mr. Gunn. Er�Gunn.�
He smiled.
�Thanks.�
Alone in her
lab again, Fred sighed softly before she turned back to her work.

*** *** ***
Buffy hadn�t
wanted to shower, hadn�t wanted to change her clothes, and certainly hadn�t
wanted to eat the sandwich that was now in front of her. Yet every time she met
opposition, Tara reminded Buffy that William wanted her taking care of herself, and
then, it got done.
Buffy blonde
hair was a mess, tangled even after the shower, and as Buffy finished her
sandwich, Tara went to get a brush, then set to work detangling the mass of golden
waves.
�You know the
truth, don�t you,� Buffy said, her soft, pained voice surprising Tara since
she�d spoken so little since she�d gotten there.
�Yeah, I do.�
�I don�t want
him taking the fall for me. I don�t. I�� Buffy trailed off as she burst into
tears.
Tara put the brush down
and came around to kneel beside Buffy, letting her lean forward and wrap her
arms around her. Tara rubbed the other girl�s back, wanting to tell her it was going to be
all right, but knowing she couldn�t put the confidence Buffy would need to hear
in those words right now. �I know you don�t, sweetie.�
�He told me I
had to. He left me a note and told me I had to, and I don�t know what to do,
and I�m scared, and I miss him, and�and�� Buffy couldn�t find anything else to
say. Not even the tears seemed like enough, but they were all she had.
�William�s
okay right now,� Tara said, hoping it was the truth. She didn�t know what to do any more
than Buffy did right now. Should Buffy decide to go against what William had
asked her to do and turn herself in? Would it be better for both of them if
Spike was the one to serve the time? She didn�t know, and she didn�t think
there were any easy answers for something like this.
�What do I
do?� Buffy asked, pulling back to look at Tara�s face.
Tara thought for a moment,
then answered. �You take care of yourself. When I
talked to William, he told me that was all that mattered to him. He just wants
you to be okay.� She didn�t know what else to say. She was out of her depth, in
the dark about the details, and knew any final decision had to be Buffy�s.
Buffy reached
out and grasped on to Tara�s forearm. �Can you stay with me now? I
know you don�t really know me or anything, but I don�t think I can be alone
right now.�
�I won�t make
you be alone. If William loves you the way he obviously does, then I know
you�re a good person, Buffy. I�ll help you in any way I can.�
�Thank you.�
Somehow, Tara found a way to smile.

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