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"I already told you,"
Garcia said, clearly annoyed. "I can't release information on a case to
a private citizen. ESPECIALLY not a teenage girl."
"Hey," Xander cut
in. "Who are you calling a teenager?"
"Xander," Buffy said.
"I AM a teenager."
"Oh right. I knew
that." Xander looked embarrassed. "So, what about those Dodgers?"
Garcia ignored him
and continued his conversation with Buffy. "You'll probably find more watching
the news, anyway."
"Yeah," Lucky agreed.
"Our police force is a little, shall we say, incompetent."
Garcia shot him a
nasty glance. "So we haven't solved a case for, uh--a really long time.
That is NOT the point."
"You don't solve any
cases?" Buffy asked, perplexed. "If you let us help you, we might actually
SOLVE this one."
Doubt showed in the
detective's eyes, but he drew the group aside and into the interrogation
room. "I could get fired for this, you know."
"That's okay," Lucky
siad. "You're not one to follow the rules anyway, are you?"
"Alright, Lucky. No
one's going to let me forget that are they?" Garcia asked, exasperated.
"Probably not."
"Okay," Buffy interrupted.
"Can we talk about the DEAD people now?"
Lucky looked at her
with adoration, but Garcia just shrugged. "Okay, but you have to promise
me not to breathe a word of this to anyone," he whispered conspiratorially.
Everyone leaned in to catch his words. "They had holes in their necks,"
he said.
They waited for a
moment for him to continue, but Garcia was silent. "That's IT?" Xander
asked. "THAT'S the big secret. We saw that on the news BEFORE we came over
here."
Garcia appeared injured.
"I told you we didn't have much," he said.
Lucky shook his head.
"Come on," he siad, grabbing Buffy's elbow. "I know someone who can help
us."
"Hey!" Xander cried,
punching Lucky's arm. "Hands off!"
"Xander!" Willow said,
and followed Xnader's example and hit him.
"Ow," Xander said,
rubbing his arm. "You hit harder than I do!"
"Well, you deserved
it." She smiled.
"You know," Giles
siad, leaning closer to them. "If Buffy really didn't want Lucky to touch
her, he wouldn't be able to."
"Well," Xander said.
"Maybe she's trying to forget fang boy."
"Fang boy?" Emily
asked, and Lucky turned to stare at them.
"Who's fang boy?"
he asked Buffy.
"Uh--Vengbald," Buffy
said quickly. "My ex boyfriend---from Germany," she added.
"Oh," Lucky said,
and nodded. "Crazy foreigners," he said, but shot Emily a strange glance.
Brenda followed Spike's
movements with her eyes. He paced back and forth across the docks, smoking
a cigarette. "Where IS she?" he asked.
"Oh, you mean your
hyper-active little friend, Dru? She probably got lost finding her way
back from the arcade," Brenda smirked.
"Quiet, Brenda!" Spike
snapped. "Bad things tend to happen when Dru's missing," he said. "I like
to have her here to keep an eye on."
"I thought you two
were an item," Brenda commented.
"We are," Spike said.
"I know her better than anymore. I KNOW she can't be trusted alone."
"Hmm," Brenda said,
then ran her finger across her sharpened teeth. "How long does it take
to get used to these things?"
"What? The fangs?
Oh, you'll be used to them in no time." He eyed her critically. "If you're
ever going to meet the slayer," he said, "we'll have to train you to defend
yourself. Or she'll be brushing your ahses off her mini skirt."
"Slayer?!" Brenda
exclaimed. "You mean someone's going to try to KILL me? Then what's the
point of being a vampire?!"
"Because we get to
try to kill her first," Spike responded with a smile.
Just then Dru appeared
at the top of the stairs, lugging something. "Spikey!" she called. "I brought
you a present!"
Spike hurried up the
stairs to help Dru. "Thanks, pet. We can make a companion for our new friend
here."
Brenda stood and watched
as the pair dragged the body down the stairs. She saw the face of the woman
and smiled smugly. "I've always hated her," she said.
"Well, you'd better
get over it, love. You'll be spending a lot of time with her," Spike said.
"With Carly?" Brenda
asked incredulously. She raised her eyes toward the sky. "Why me?"