Waking up
by Lost
Warehouse 17
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Detective Lockley raced to her patrol car as her radio kept making noise. They had found the girls, but hadn't gone in to retrieve them in case it was a trap, and lo and behold, there was Xander, with the other student, Angel. They had showed up outside the warehouse less than ten minutes ago and the officer on lookout had instantly radio'd that there was activity. She turned down Main St. and followed the winding road down until she came towards the abandoned warehouses.
"This is Lockely, calling survaliance in the Summers-Rosenburg case." She said tensly as she pressed the button on her walky talky.
On the other end there was nothing but static for a minute, and then "This is survaliance."
"What's your location survaliance?" She asked, as she had yet to actually go to the warehouse, she was simply informed that the girls had been found in that area of the city.
"Over off of Patterson, Warehouse number 17." The fuzzy reply came back and she put the petal to the metal. Creeping around the back of the warehouse she found the patrol car and parked about five feet away from it.
"What's the situation?" She asked as she quickly got out of her car and kept low to the ground, going behind her car towards the other patrol car.
"Well you see Officer..." The man behind the driver's wheel said, putting an odd emphasis on the title, and as she came level with the door she realized why. He wasn't the survaliance team, it was that punk kid who'd started skipping school. As soon as she realized it, and just before she had time to react, the door swung open, attempting to knock her at least off her feet. "Dammit, and I was so close to knocking you out." He said with a snap of his fingers like an exasperated old grandfather. Kate scrambled back towards her patrol car, using only one hand to steady her progress, and the other to reach for her gun. She hit the car, and had to stop and watch as Angel progressed towards her. He was in reach of kicking distance when she pulled her gun out.
"Get back!" She hollered. And when he didn't answer, "Get back or I'll shoot."
"Go ahead, like it would do you any good, you see... I'm a vampire." Angel said baring his regular human K-9 teeth at her. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him rather sceptically.
"Youre a vampire?" She asked, the disbelief radiating from her tone.
"Yes, a vampire. I walk the night, and prowl, claiming defenseless victims, I-"
He was cut off as Lockley reached up with her leg and gave him a good solid kick to the balls. He reached down and cupped his injured member, moving to stand in something like the fetal position, before falling over on to his side. She reached down and handcuffed him before checking his neck for a pulse. Just above his collar bone she found one, beating hard and fast. "Vampire my ass." She said before she opened the backseat of her car and set him inside. "Now, wait here until I get back." She shut the door, and hurried around the other side of the building.
There a door presented itself, nearly camaflouged by the plain color, its only distinguishing feature was a handle on the lower left hand side and a bolt right above it. She experiamentally twisted the knob, hoping to find it unlocked. 'This could be the wrong warehouse.' She thought wharily. For all she knew, Angel could have knocked out the other cop at any moment in the past ten minutes and moved the squad car to another warehouse to avert attention from the real one.
With a soft click the door opened, and she let herself inside. It took a minute but her eyes adjusted to the dark, and her nose quickly learned not to breath in the acrid air. She felt around for a light switch, and then quickly thought better of it, it wouldn't do her any good to alert anyone that she was here, if there was anyone there that is.
She walked along the left hand wall, staying close to it and the ground and having her weapon ready. Her radio buzzed in static and she quickly reached down and turned the knob that would silence it. It didn't take long before she ran into someone. A man was pinned there against the wall, she jumped back trying not to touch him for fear of attack. Once she realized that she was in no such danger, she tentatively reached forward and touched the side of his throat, checking for a pulse for the second time that night. When she found none she breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped back slightly, exposing her back to the open warehouse behind her.
Out of no where she felt a sharp blow to the back of her head, and quickly turned around, the blow hadn't been sharp enough to knock her out, but there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to have one hell of a headache in the morning. There standing before her was her blonde victim. The girl looked battered almost beyond recognition, but behind her a shadow moved. "Look out! Behind you!" Kate warned as she pushed the blonde behind her, doing her best to face down her fear.
"It's okay, we're not armed." Xander said as he walked out of the shadows, carrying a passed out redhead in his arms. He got all of five feet from the detective before he nearly collapsed, not out of the effort from simply carrying Willow, but also because, as Detective Lockley quickly noticed, his left leg was broken so badly that it looked as though the bone was sticking out of his skin. She reached down and flipped on her radio.
"This is Lockley, calling from Warehouse 17 on Patterson. I need backup and a medic out here." She said and placed the radio down, then rushed towards Xander and relieved him of Willow's weight.
"I think you two have some explaining to do." She said to Buffy and Xander, before she gently set the redhead down and looked at them expectantly, they only had a few minutes before the medics arrived, and she needed at least a brief summary before that. "So, start goin. And where's my other offidcer?" She asked.
A/N: So, what do you think????? Let me know....- L.