FIC: Alibi (4/?)

["Shadow" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

Title: Alibi (4/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with
Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel: The Series; they belong to others and
are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Archive: You want it you got it.
Rating: NC-17 {there may be smut turning up later and I want to be
ready for it}
Pairing: Darla/Willow/Dru; Tara/Amy; Xander/Anya - the rest I'm not
sure about at the moment.

ALIBI (4/?)

Sunnydale -
Giles' Flat

"So you have reason to believe that Riley Finn may still be alive?"
Angelo Donavon questioned slowly, both eyebrows raised in disbelief as
he stared at the human Watcher and bleached blonde vampire like they
were crazy.

"That's what Dru's claiming mate," Spike replied, enjoying the fear
coming off of the human detective as he continued to hold the
conversation in his 'game face'. "Says Red can still feel the bastard."

"Feel him?"

"A-ah yes... shortly after the attack we discovered some kind of bond
formed between Willow and... Riley," Giles answered, saying the last
word like it left a foul taste in his mouth.

"The bloody git was driving her crazy," Spike growled, "we had to get
her out of Sunnyhell... get her as far from him as we could and still
make sure she was protected."

"Where is she now?" Donavon asked, trying not to let the growling and
hissing vampire psych him out.

"LA... with friends."

"Would these friends kill for her?" The Detective asked, trying to piece
what was becoming a very confusing puzzle together in his mind.

"Mate... when it came to Riley Finn they would kill for the Slayer and
half of them can't bloody well stand her."

"Where can I find these friends of Willow Rosenberg's... as well as Tara
Maclay?" Donavon asked, making a quick notation in his little book, "I
would like to talk to this Drusilla as well... hear for myself what she
has to say."

"Let me get this straight... YOU are going to walk into the great Poof's
lair and start asking questions about Captain Commando?" Spike
questioned, howling with laughter, "wha' you going to take the entire
demon squad to protect you!" He demanded before falling out of his
chair, "Hey Justice can I tag along too... haven't seen the Poof rip
someone's heart out in ages!"

"You have to ride with Anya in your own car... but I can't stop you from
being there," Justice replied with a smirk, "you two can keep me company
while the Detective makes nice with the LAPD." She added, not looking
forward to having to deal with one Detective Lieutenant Kate Lockley,
the two women having formed an instant distrust for one another. 'The
woman acts like she never saw a demon in riot gear before,' she thought
to herself remembering her introduction to the LA Detective, by having a
.45 shoved into her face.

"Hey we can always pop over to Faith's and drag her with us... you know
how much she just loves to get Lockley's knickers in a twist," Spike
offered brightly, already planning his road trip to LA. 'Let's see...
we leave chubs here to watch over the shop, get Anya and the Watcher...
pick up Faith and go paint LA red.' He thought merrily, already
picturing the mischief and mayhem.

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Hyperion Hotel, Los Angeles -

Cordelia Chase hung up the phone with a slight frown before turning to
the other people in the room, "That was Faith... she just heard about
the beefstick's murder... which she isn't buying for a moment," she
reported with an amused smirk. "She says to tell the undead ones that
she's on her way to keep an eye on Willow and Tara... just as soon as
she steals Giles' car."

"Oh joy," Darla deadpanned, rolling her eyes. 'Just what we need... a
Slayer.' She thought ruefully, wondering what else could happen to make
her quiet Sunday even worse.

"I'm going to play with luvy for a while," Dru said after a moment, "she
ever so much needs to be screaming my name right now... we didn't get to
play last night." She added, shooting a hostile glare over to the
sulking lawyer, blaming him for the interruption in last night's love
feast. 'Naughty little lawyer... nearly getting eaten by a werewolf,'
she thought with a scowl. Giving her other lover a quick kiss, before
turning to give her sire, Angel, a kiss on the cheek, Dru left the room
pausing only to growl at Lindsey once and to tell Cordelia to "make
daddy roar later, he has been brooding again".

Watching her dark-haired lover leave the room, "I'll be helping Dru for
the rest of the night... tell the Slayer to stay out of our rooms or I
will rip her heart out," Darla growled, knowing full well that both
Slayers had a tendency to walk right in on her when she was relaxing
with her lovers. The younger dark-haired one more then willing to join
the three in whatever they were doing at the time, as long as it
involved nakedness and lots of sex.

"So now we wait for the others to arrive," Angel commented from his spot
against the wall where he had been lurking, knowing full well that if
Faith was on her way she would probably be bring a few others with her,
because there was no way in hell that Giles would let his two-door
little red 'baby' out of his sight long enough for Faith to drive it to
LA. Pushing away from the wall, Angel stalked toward his secretary
pausing only to smack Lindsey on the back of the head in passing, a
wicked little grin on his face. "What was that I heard about making me
roar?" he purred, pulling her into his arms.

"Angel! Guys! Anyone here?" A voice called out from the lobby area
signaling the arrival of the rest of the staff.

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Upstairs - Darla and Dru's Private Rooms

Willow looked up from her sandwich as the bedroom door opened revealing
the two grinning vampires. Chewing slowly as they entered, Darla
shutting and locking the door behind her, as Dru stalked toward her, the
little hacker swallowed the bite in her mouth and wondered what they
were up to. The last time those two had that look they were helping
Spike and Faith "kidnap" her from the rehabilitation center she had been
staying at to learn to walk again after the "accident", convinced that
she would recover more quickly around her friends and family.

'Who would have thunk it... me little Willow Rosenberg, the lover of two
of the meanest vampires in history... and I only had to throw holy water
into the face of one of them too' she thought with a goofy little grin,
recognizing the look in her lovers' eyes. "Can I help you two?" she
asked, trying to appear unconcerned about the late afternoon visit and
the locked door.

"Well... it had just occurred to us that you have not been naked and
tied to the bed all week," Darla purred, picking up Ms. Edith from the
table next to Willow and placing her on a nearby shelf racing the wall.
No matter how much she loved Dru, something about having that doll
'watch' while she shagged her lovers just creeped the blonde vampire
out.

"Really?" Willow said in a small voice, a goofy looking grin forming on
her face as Dru removed the tray from her lap and set it aside.

"Yes... really," Drusilla teased, crouching down beside the seated
redhead and took hold of her right leg, running one hand down the side
of Willow's thigh, stopping just above the knee where flesh and bone
gave way to titanium steel and hard plastic that made up the prosthetic
leg her lover now wore. The insane vampire hated the artificial limb,
it being a grim reminder of what that bastard did to her Little Tree, so
she would always remove it... getting it out of the way so she can help
her mortal love forget about the pain she was usually in.

"Now that we have discovered our oversight... we're taking steps to
correct the situation," Darla added, stepping up to gather the redhead
into her arms, "but that can wait... right now we have a new hot tub to
play in."

Following her lovers, Dru began to strip off her clothing eager for the
fun to begin, it would be a welcome distraction from the problem that
had landed in their laps, Ms Edith and the stars whispering the nights
of blood and passion ahead for them all. She couldn't wait for it all
to begin.

Lowering herself into the hot bubbling water, Willow let out a contented
sigh as she settled back against Drusilla, the two waiting for Darla to
finish undressing and join them. "Comfy pet?" Dru chuckled, massaging
Willow's right thigh, working out the knots that always formed around
the muscles when the redhead had been walking around on her artificial
leg for long periods of time. According to the doctor, a tall boring
old man that Dru didn't like one little bit because he kept touching her
Little Tree without permission, the nerve damage in Willow's leg was
making it difficult for her to stand long periods of time without a cane
for additional support. Although the boring old man did have hopes of
correcting that situation with yet another surgery to repair the nerve
damage, where he planned to install a state of the art micro-fiber
system that will interface with a new prosthetic leg being built just
for her Willow, while the insane vampire didn't understand most of what
the doctor said, she did understand that it would be the last operation.
After five major reconstructive surgeries to salvage as much of her
Little Tree's mangled limb as possible, they were going to call an end
to it. The operations just took too much out of Willow and the pain
never seemed to end.

"Ah hmmmm," Willow mumbled, her eyes drooping as she let the water and
Dru's massaging hand relax and lure her to sleep.

Shaking her head as she watched her mortal love fall asleep in the hot
tub, "You know one of these days we're going to be able to shag her in
this thing without her falling asleep on us," Darla commented ruefully,
making herself comfortable in the heated water. 'Oh well she can use
the rest... she has such a long night ahead of her,' the blonde vampire
thought smugly, running one foot up Drusilla's leg, with a wicked grin
shining in her eyes.

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Sunnydale morgue -
Dusk

"Why are we here?" Spike whined, following the Watcher, Faith and the
two police officers into the City Morgue.

"Ah come on Spike... I thought you would be eager to see the remains of
Riley Finn," Justice chuckled, stepping out of the way as the vampire
shot to the head of the group.

"Well why didn't you say so?" Spike growled, nearly bouncing off the
walls now, "let's go see the bloody wanker... you don't think they did
the autopsy yet do you?" He asked eagerly, his eyes shining.

"That's what I love about Spike... his compassion for the dead," the
SWAT officer commented dryly to the dark-haired Slayer as they continued
down the hall.

Within moments the little group found themselves surrounding the remains
of the person that had been identified as Riley Finn. "Oohhh someone
defiantly had issues here," Faith commented, cocking her head to one
side as she studied the dead body laid out before her.

"And a chainsaw," Spike added gleefully, crouching down to get a closer
look, his tongue sticking out from between his lips in a goofy grin.
Upon closer inspection of the corpse, "Hey Justice... take a look at
this with your true eyes... tell me what you don't see?" Spike said,
pointing to a marred part of the chest area.

"Okay," she replied, allowing her human face to slip away to reveal her
demon face. From the other side of the table Donavon watched in
fascination as her features took on a more feral-like appearance, "What
the hell?" She said more to herself then anything else.

"What is it?" Giles questioned, wondering what the two demons found so
interesting.

"His scar is missing," Justice said, "the one from the demon bite... its
not there. Looks like someone was trying to hide it too... explains all
the chainsaw damage." She continued waving one finger around the area
in question as she returned to her human face.

"So that proves it... this isn't Finn," Faith growled.

"But it is... the scent matches the one I associate with Riley Finn,
only this one has never been bitten by a bore-demon," Justice corrected
with a shake of her head.

Sharing a look with one another four of the five people spoke in chorus,
"Hellmouth."

"This couldn't have been Riley's identical twin brother?" Donavon asked
hopefully, grasping at straws.

"Could be... we'd have to ask B, she would know... but I think he's an
only child or something," Faith replied, her mind working.
"Vamp-Willow," she said snapping her fingers as an idea occurred to her.

"Right... this could be a Riley Finn for an alternate universe," Giles
commented almost absently, "but why is he here... and who killed him?"

"Yeah... and where the hell is our bastard Finn at?" Spike added with a
sneer, if that pillock was off in another universe touching his Red, he
would tear him apart with his bare hands, even if he had to track him to
the ends of the universe to do it.

"Good questions," Donavon said after a moment, "now how do we find the
answers?"

End Part Four.


Shadow -
Dir. of Pub. Safety of the SECLGA and Chief Dungeon Keeper.
Vampire Teddy Bear and Flying Fox {Fruit Bat} of the Woods Outback.
The Big Bad and Little Comma.