Eliza watched his car until she could no longer see the taillights and then shut her door. She turned and walked into the firm, hard chest of the body that stood behind her.
"Oof. What the hell?" She asked indignantly and looked up. . . and screamed.
Spike stood before her, game face on, grinning down at her. "Hello, Eliza Wells. So nice to meet you at last. You're becoming a very popular lady."
"Spike. How did you get in here? How did you get past the door?"
"Ah, so you know who I am. Well, your little homey touches are so inviting. Although the decor could use a bit of work. Garlic and crosses really aren't very pleasant."
Eliza frowned at him in confusion until she remembered the door mat outside. A great big "Welcome" sign. Dammit! She groaned, and Spike gave vent to a full-throated laugh at her comprehension.
"You're quick, I'll give you that. But you and I are going for a little ride."
"Like hell I am," Eliza snarled and reached to open her desk drawer. Spike was too quick for her and slammed it shut as she tried.
"You're not the Slayer, pet, so don't be trying that on me." He grabbed her around the throat. "Now. You're coming with me to make a little visit to a friend of mine. It's time you met my boss, up close and personal." He squeezed her throat until she blacked out. Heaving her over his shoulder, Spike walked out the door, taking care to shut it behind him. His car, complete with blacked-out windows, was just around the corner.
Down the street, he spotted a figure moving quickly toward them. Small, lithe, blond, dressed in a familiar black leather jacket. The Slayer. Damn! Time to move. He slung Eliza into the back seat and then quickly got into the front and drove away. He only hoped that Buffy hadn't seen who it was he had abducted.
Buffy, though, saw Spike put someone in the back of the car and drive like hell on wheels. Putting two and two together, she ran for Eliza's. The door was closed but unlocked. She burst in, shouting Eliza's name. No answer. Buffy did a quick look-around. Candles still burning, lights in the den on. Upstairs, no one. Suspicion confirmed. Out the door and running for Giles' house she went. Fortunately, it wasn't very far, only a few blocks if she cut through yards and over fences. Ten minutes later, she was there, pounding on his door.
"Buffy! This is unexpected. Please, come in."
"Giles, it's about Eliza."
"You needn't go into any detail. She told me everything tonight. I-I'm still trying to understand it all."
"Giles, she's gone."
"Gone?"
"Gone. As in kidnaped. By Spike."
"What? When? I left her not more than twenty minutes ago."
"Well, it happened ten minutes after you left. She was unconscious. I think. Spike was loading her into the back of his car, and he drove off like a bat outta the Hellmouth. Where, I don't know."
Giles sank into the closest chair and covered his face with his hands. This couldn't possibly be happening. Not again. Guilt washed over him. Should have been more understanding. Should have stayed with her tonight. But no. He failed her. A light hand on his shoulder brought him out of his mental self-castigation.
"Giles. We have to find her if we want to save her."
"Yes, y-y-you're right. Where would he have taken her?"
"Well, who's he working for? Spike said that he was working for someone."
"When?"
"When I encountered him in the cemetery tonight. We had a little chat, just like the old friends we are."
"Snyder is working for the Mayor. Would it follow that Spike would be too?" At the Slayer's nod, he rose. "But where?" He began to pace.
"City Hall?" Buffy suggested.
Giles paused to consider. "Why not? It's a place to start at least. Come on."
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