Everything about him was so different than anyone Spike had ever known. He seemed filled with peace and contentment. He was kind, open and above all, honest. Something Spike saw very little of in the people he dealt with on a daily basis. All traits Spike found enormously attractive.
Spike's brain continued with its analyzation. 'Then there's that talking to dead people thing. Was it for real? It had to be. How else could he have known the things he did? How could he have known about Angel? Hell, he is right about that much. There is no Angel in my future. The prick.'
Letting his eyes dart over to the young man who was now busy picking what appeared to be white cat hair off his jeans, Spike's thoughts took a turn down a different path. 'Maybe when all this is over we could have coffee. Coffee and pie.' Spike snorted, causing Xander to look over and frown.
'Yeah, I would definately have to feed him. The way that boy can eat, any date would have to be an all you can eat buffet. Even a homicide detective doesn't make that much.'
Spike smiled. Xander tipped his head to the side and studied the handsome cop sitting beside him. He could just imagine what the humor was from. Cops were such cynics. Never believe what you can't touch or prove.
Closing his eyes, Xander could feel the emotions flooding off the detective. Whatever he was thinking about, there was no malice in his humor. Xander picked up confusion, concern, frustration, and.......uh,oh, arousal?
Xander sat back, unable to stop the big grin that covered his face.
"What the hell you smiling about?" Spike stared at him suspiciously.
"Oh, nothin'. What about you? What were you grinning about?" Xander waited to see what kind of an answer Spike would come up with.
"Oh, um, well, I was just........HERE! We're here."