I was trying to wait until I finished the crossover to post this but this story has consumed my life. So this story was created because one: I miss stripper Lauren and two: I want to beat Secrets. That story is my pique I don't care what anyone says but I'm going to try. As I said in the summary Lauren is extremely OOC. So there's that but other than that, have fun kids

Oh Italics are present day

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters they belong to the wonderful people of Lost Girl, Showcase, Prodigy, et al.

The cell block that housed death row inmates, block Q, was quiet and that was eerie considering the rambunctious lot that occupied the space. They had nothing left to lose so they didn't bother to follow the rules that had been set forth by the correctional system. Lauren was sitting on her cot and appreciating the moonlight that was filtering through the small window of her cell. It made the night even more peculiar because she had been in that same cell for the last ten years and the light of the moon had never come through that window. Lauren had a fleeting thought on if there had been a shift in the Earth's axis then let out a derisive snort. Of course her mind would wander to science at a time like this. It was her last night on Earth and she was worried about its axis. Lauren let her head rest against the wall as she listened to her surroundings. The cell block was devoid of its usual noises. The sound of the steel cell doors opening and closing couldn't be heard. There were no yelling inmates nor were there any COs ordering them to be quiet. There was a dead quiet and calm about the cell block that unnerved Lauren which was new since she usually welcomed the silence. She heard the footsteps approaching before there was a bang on the metal door of her cell which was followed by a CO ordering, "Up and at 'em Lewis. Your lawyer's here."

Lauren got off the uncomfortable cot and walked over to the steel door then put her arms through the rectangular space. It was a routine that she had been doing for the last ten years whenever she had a visitor. And that wasn't often. Metal cuffs were tightened around her wrists then she pulled them back so the correctional officer could open the cell door. Once it was open two officers restrained her while a third attached cuffs to her ankles. The two sets were then connected by a steel linked chain that prevented her from moving too much. One guard flanked her left while another was on her right and there was a third one behind her with his assault rifle at the ready in case she did something that warranted excessive force. Lauren found the heavy security laughable because in the ten years that she had been in prison she had been a model inmate. But her file stated that she was a threat to others and a danger to staff and that was all because of the crime that had put her here.

The walk from block Q to the room where inmates met with their lawyers was a long one and as Lauren was escorted down the corridors inmates shouted vulgarities at her but she only ignored them. Lauren had earned the nickname Goody Two-Shoes from the other inmates and it never bothered her. Because doing the tasks that the correctional officers and warden assigned to her kept her mind from thinking about the lies and false testimony that landed her in prison and on death row. It kept her from dwelling on the hate that she harboured for those who had put her there especially the hate that she had for the one man who should have been there instead.

The guards took her through a series of security doors then they escorted her into a small room that housed only a round, unsteady table and two uncomfortable straight backed chairs. Sitting in one of the chairs was a well-dressed, blonde attorney who sat with his back as straight as the chair he was in. His thousand dollar suit was in pristine condition and stood out against the gray hue of the room that was caused by the paint and the sickly glow from the overhead fluorescent lights. Neither said a word as the guards restrained Lauren before undoing the cuffs on her wrists. She was forced into the other chair then the guards attached one of the cuffs to a bar that was connected to the table while they let her other hand remain free. The two remained quiet even as the last guard closed the door leaving Lauren and her lawyer alone. Silence filled the small room and it felt as though it would suffocate them both. Lauren had been by herself for so long that silence didn't bother her. In fact she welcomed it. She continued to stare down the well dressed man and she could tell he was growing uncomfortable with the silence that was between them. Eventually he caved. He cleared his throat then asked, "How have you been?"

Lauren stared at him for a moment then smiled and shook her head. She gave him an incredulous look and wondered, "Are you really asking me this considering the fact that tomorrow night they will be injecting me with three different chemicals that will effectively end my life?" She scoffed, "God you're an imbecile." She pinned the man down with a cold, hard look, "Why are you here Terrance?"

His green eyes flicked down to the manila folder that was in front of him and as he opened the top cover he told her, "I'm here to tell you that your final appeal was denied." He looked up at her and waited for her response. Lauren wasn't going to entertain him with one. He was a piss poor lawyer and he only cared about his true client who was free and doing god only knows what. When she didn't say anything he continued, "We argued that your actions were justified in the fact that Ms. Dennis did come after you with a we-"

"Bo didn't do a goddamn thing to me." Lauren interjected before she slammed her fist on top of the metal table. "It was fucking Dyson and you know it. That asshole was holding the gun and that asshole was the one who shot Bo when she tried to protect me." She shouted her anger still fresh over the events that had led to her imprisonment and Bo's death.

The door opened and one of the correctional officers came in and ordered, "Lewis if I hear another outburst it's back to your cell."

Lauren made a noise that showed her contempt for the situation then took a deep breath so she could try to settle her anger. The fact that Dyson was trying to blame Bo was ridiculous. It was almost as ridiculous as her being charged with murder, but here she was on death row and facing lethal injection tomorrow evening. The correctional officer left the room and Terrance told her in a hushed voice, "Dyson wants you gone princess. He's made you out to be some psychotic killer and there's no hope for you now." He leaned over and there was a taunting gleam in his eyes, "Your fingerprints were on the gun that shot Bo and the federal agent along with the knife that stabbed Dyson." A sick grin appeared on his face and Lauren balled her hand into a fist. She only had one day left on this planet and she wasn't going to hold back anything so she waited until the moment was right which wasn't long. Terrance leaned further over table, "The only regret Dyson has is not being able to put you down himself. He would have loved to see you-"

Lauren's fist connected with Terrance's over exfoliated face and she heard the sickening crunch of the cartilage breaking in his nose. The man let out a sharp cry which caused the three guards to burst into the room. They forced Lauren's upper body down onto the cold metal of the table top and all she could do was laugh. She had nothing else to lose. Bo was dead. She was going to be dead soon and Dyson was running around free. It was unexpected ending for her ambitious rise to power. As soon as the correctional officers had her restrained they were escorting her out of the room and Lauren shouted, "Tell my dickhead cousin that I'll see him in hell and that I hope he gets what's coming to him."

"That's enough out of you Lewis." One of the guards ordered before he threatened, "Now shut the hell up before I make you shut up."

Lauren continued to laugh. These assholes couldn't do anything to her that she hadn't already been through. The moment Bo died in her arms she lost everything. And now it was only a matter of hours before she would be able to see the woman that she loved again. Of course she would regret the fact that she wouldn't be able to see what happened to Dyson but that plan was already coming together and would be executed just as they were pushing the button that would end her life. Lauren got a sadistic smile on her face as she thought about the second execution that would be happening tomorrow night.

Lauren had gotten caught in the rain and she was wearing her two thousand dollar Burberry coat. She wasn't far from her destination but ruining the expensive coat only added to her annoyance. Lauren eventually reached the building that she had been walking to and as she pulled open the door the bouncer manning it greeted her, "How are you doing tonight Lauren?"

She looked up at the tall, muscular man and remarked, "I'm doing alright Gus. Although I wished I was anywhere but here but when Dyson calls…."

Gus chuckled and finished for her, "You gotta answer."

Lauren didn't bother to hide the look of irritation on her face. Dyson had only called her in because she was the one person that he trusted when it came to making sure that all of his businesses ran smoothly in his absence. Her cousin was the head of the biggest crime organisation in the city and the organisation basically ran the city. The Thornwood crime family owned politicians, reporters, police officers, and every supposedly reputable business in the city and for the last two years Dyson had been in charge of it all. His father had been the head of the organisation but due to his untimely demise, which involved a crooked cop with an itchy trigger finger, Dyson came into power a lot sooner than anyone expected. Lauren had her suspicions about Dyson's involvement in his father's death but at that point in time she hadn't been involved in what they liked to call "family business" and had been warned to keep her nose out of it. When her uncle had been killed she had been getting her medical and research facility up and running and developing it into a successful facility. But once Dyson had taken over he had begun to give her side jobs so she could "earn her keep" and he also made Lauren the head doctor for the organisation. Tonight's job was to make sure that the strip club that Dyson owned, which was a front for the real business the organisation conducted, ran smoothly and making sure that tonight's shipment was delivered and secured. The only upside to this was that Lauren got to dance while taking care of the club. Lauren walked over to the bar and ordered herself a few shots of vodka then a rum and coke before walking back to the dressing room. She smiled at the girls that were gathered in back and as she sat down in an empty chair she asked, "How are we doing tonight?"

One of the girls, a busty blonde with green eyes whose name was Hannah, told her, "It's not too bad. But I have a feeling it will pick up later. I wasn't expecting to see you tonight Lauren."

Lauren let out a soft snort and remarked, "Me neither but Dyson said he was down a dancer so he called me in."

Hannah nodded and said, "Oh yeah. Chelsea says she has the flu or something."

Lauren rolled her eyes. Chelsea didn't have the flu. She was one of the many women that Dyson was involved with that were addicted to his product. "Sure she does. I hope she feels better." Lauren went over and placed her name on the line-up then she got her drink before walking out of the backstage area. She went over to a secured door that had a "Restricted" sign on it and pin pad next to it. She typed in the code then opened the door which gave her access to a metal stair case that led up to the second floor of the club which housed the main operations for the organisation. Operations for the organisation used to be housed in the warehouse district but once Dyson had taken control he brought them to the strip club. Lauren walked through another door and it opened up to the offices that were on the second floor. She walked down a short hallway that led to a set of wooden doors and standing in front of them were two security guards. She smiled at them, "Mitch, Greg."

They returned her smile and the bald man with mischievous eyes said, "Hey Lauren. Dyson didn't say anything about you coming in."

"Of course he didn't. My cousin likes to think that he is the head of the organisation but we all know who really keeps this thing going." She said with a grin on her face. Then she asked, "Did he tell you where he was going by any chance?" The two men shook their heads no and Lauren sighed, "It was worth a shot. Can you guys make sure I'm not disturbed?"

The guards agreed and Lauren walked into the massive office that Dyson spent most of his time in. Dyson was the head of the organisation but Lauren was the brains. And it pissed him off most of the time because she usually would conduct business without his knowledge and her business deals would be more beneficial than his. Lauren walked over to the desk then sat behind it. She woke up the sleeping computer then typed in the password for it. Once she had access to it she opened the browser and looked into Dyson's e-mail hoping that she would find out where her idiot cousin had run off to. When she had found nothing she did the next best thing which was to call the person who was Dyson's right hand man. She took out her cell phone then dialled a number and when the line was picked up she skipped over pleasantries, "Where is he Hale?"

"Lauren, he's the boss not you. And if you would accept that then you wouldn't be on his shit list so often." The man told her for what seemed like the millionth time

Lauren scoffed and retorted, "Why you're so loyal to a man that killed his father is beyond me but if it weren't for me Hale you'd all be in jail." She let out an aggravated breath, "So where the fuck is my cousin?"

Hale sighed because he knew she was right. Lauren had managed to clean up every mistake that Dyson had made within the last two years. "He's talking to some guys on the zoning commission. A new business is looking to build on some of our territory and he's pissed about it."

Lauren brows furrowed as she drummed her fingers on the polished desk. She hadn't heard anything about anyone encroaching on their territory so that meant that this was a new development and Dyson going down to city hall and acting like a pompous ass wasn't going to help the organisation keep a low profile. Lauren wanted to go down there but she couldn't because she had to be at the club for the shipment. She took a deep breath then ordered, "Get him out of their Hale."

The man chuckled and told her, "I don't take my orders from you."

Lauren leant forward in the chair and countered, "You may not take orders from me but I know how to make your life a living hell. And I think I will start with that comfy house of yours then I'll move onto the numerous tax violations we've protected you from and if that doesn't convince you then I'll be sure to tell that beautiful new wife of yours about where you really go late at-"

"All right Lauren. Shit."

Lauren sat back in the chair and smirked, "I'm glad you understand."

Hale let out a frustrated breath, "What am I to tell him?"

Lauren had taken a sip of her drink and after she had set the glass down she remarked, "You're a smart man I'm certain you will come up with something." She looked at the clock, "I have to go Hale. According to your boss I have to make sure he doesn't get busted while I have some fun." Her voice took on a serious tone as she told him, "Get him out of there Hale and I'll know if you didn't."

She hung up the phone then got up and grabbed her glass. Lauren walked out of the office and when she walked out of the door she said, "Greg I want you to get on the line with our contact at city hall. I want to know if Hale and Dyson leave there in the twenty minutes."

The young man nodded his head then pulled out his cell phone. Mitch followed her as she walked down the hall and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Lauren clenched her jaw then answered, "Yeah Dyson's being a fucking idiot. His knee-jerk reaction is going to take down this whole damn organisation." Lauren bit her bottom lip as she thought about what needed to be done next. She needed to find out who was stupid enough to try to buy property that the Thornwood organisation owned and she needed to find out more about them. She looked at Mitch, "Get in contact with Karen…Carmen…."She made an idle gesture, "The woman we know at the court."

Mitch got a grin on his face, "You mean your ex Cecilia."

Lauren scowled at the man threatened, "If you like your job Mitch you'll cut the crap." She gave him a warning look then finished, "Get her on the line and find out what property is trying to be bought and who's trying to buy it." She smirked, "I'm certain we can all be business professionals about this and come to some sort of deal."

Mitch nodded and told her, "You got it. Where are you going to be?"

Lauren smiled and replied, "I will be downstairs entertaining the few hundred imbeciles that are in the club."

Lauren walked downstairs to the club then headed to backstage area to get ready for her performance. This was an added bonus to her overseeing the club and she enjoyed the thrill that she got from it. Her dancing at the club provided Lauren a great cover and she was seen as just another stripper. Add that in with her career as a doctor and it was hard to link her to the organisation. Lauren's involvement with the organisation was so well hidden that most didn't know that she and Dyson were related. Only those who had been involved with the organisation for a long time knew about their familial connection and they were loyal to her. Lauren heard the emcee close for the woman that was currently on stage and after giving herself a quick glance in the mirror she walked over to the steps that led up to the stage. The opening notes of Framing Hanley's cover of Lollipop came on and the emcee announced her to crowd. Lauren walked out onto stage and she got a seductive smirk on her face as she began to walk down the long runway. Dancing at the club had become a stress reliever for her because it allowed her to be unrestrained and uninhibited in her actions and Lauren was able to free herself from the things that weighed her down in her everyday life.

Lauren found a rhythm that she was able to work with and by the time the song ended she had worked up a light sheen of sweat that covered most of her body. She walked backstage and put on a bra that barely covered her breasts along with a pair of shorts that left just enough for the imagination. Lauren walked out onto the floor and she headed over to the bar to order a glass of water. She was talking to the bartender about some random gossip when she saw a group of people in suits walk into the club. Lauren immediately went on alert thinking they were feds. She studied the group and noticed that is was mostly men but there was one woman among them. It was the approving smile on the woman's face that told Lauren that is was possible that they were just patrons but she wanted to be sure. Lauren walked over to the group and the way she moved caused everyone that she passed by to look at her. She stopped in front of them and smiled at the woman who was leading the group "How are you doing tonight?"

The woman took her time as she looked over Lauren's body and the unguarded lust in her eyes turned Lauren on. Unfortunately it was short-lived when one of the men spoke up, "Hey listen here sweetheart we're here to have a good time so we want the VIP treatment and all that it entails."

The woman turned her head and looked at the man, "Shut up Clive." She looked back at Lauren, "Sorry about my associate. He was raised by swine."

Lauren stepped closer to the woman and looked into her deep brown eyes as she ran her finger tip across her jaw, "I'm used to swine." She smirked, "And if you're looking for a good time let me know what you want I'll do my best to accommodate you Ms…."

"Bo. You can call me Bo." The woman responded in a low timbre that caressed Lauren in all the right places.

Lauren's smirk widen as she let out a low groan. She then said, "Alright then Bo. If you, and only you, need anything let me know."

Bo smiled and told her, "Oh I certainly will." Lauren began to walk away and Bo shouted, "How will I find you if I do need anything?"

Lauren turned around and grinned, "Anyone here knows who I am. Just ask for Lauren." She smiled at Bo a second longer then walked back to the backstage area. She was about to go sit down when she saw Mitch standing near the emergency exit. She walked over to him and he told her in a quiet voice, "Dumb and dumber left city hall ten minutes after you had came down here." Lauren nodded and he continued, "Talked to Cecilia, your ex is a peach by the way. I had to tell her I was doing some digging for Dyson. Told me that if it was for you she was going to come down here and chop my balls off personally then hand 'em to you."

Lauren rolled her eyes at her ex's dramatic behaviour, "She was always one for theatrics. What'd she tell you?"

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his shiny head, "It ain't good kiddo. Seems this tech billionaire is looking to set up shop here and he's offering a pretty penny that's making the commission stupid."

Lauren was deep in thought as she mulled over the information. The organisation had control of the zoning commission, hell over all of city hall, for last thirty years and the fact that some newcomer was able to sway them meant some drastic measures would need to be taken so they would know who was really in charge of the city. Lauren looked at Mitch and asked, "Do we know who it is?"

"Uh yeah….I just have to…." Lauren waited for him to finish as he thought about it then Mitch snapped his fingers and exclaimed, "Bo Dennis. Some guy named Bo Dennis. He's a billionaire and he own Dennis Technologic Ventures."

Lauren thought about how weird it was that the same person trying to squeeze onto their territory had the same name as the woman who-"He's not man." Lauren said as she turned around and walked away from Mitch who followed her. The person who was trying to get onto their territory was in the club. Lauren had noticed that Bo was wearing a nicely tailored suit along with the fact that the members of her entourage weren't all business associates. Some of them were security too. They went up the flight of stairs that led to the VIP area and Lauren easily found the group. Bo was getting a lap dance and drinking a glass of champagne. Lauren scoffed at the fact that Bo had chosen some talentless dancer. At least she knew Bo wasn't a frequenter of strip clubs because a regular would have told the woman to move on after thirty seconds. She said to Mitch in a quiet voice, "Find out more about our newest guest and have everything delivered to my apartment tonight."

Mitch nodded then asked, "What are you going to do about Dyson?"

Lauren smirked as she watched as a disinterested Bo received her lap dance, "I think I have a plan that will satisfy all parties involved." Her smirk turned into a grin as she thought about satisfying one party in particular. Lauren was about to walk over to Bo when she heard footsteps running stairs. One of the security guards appeared at the top of them and she asked. "What?"

"Boss is here and he isn't happy."

Lauren frowned and asked, "Let me guess he's looking for me?" The young man nodded, "Of course he would. The asshole. Ryan keep an eye on these guests and make sure they're well taken care of."

Mitch and Lauren walked out of the VIP area and they went through the club to get to the secured door. They headed up the stairs to get to the second floor and when she got into the corridor Lauren saw that Greg had an uneasy look on his face and she knew right away that Dyson had gone off on him. Lauren rolled her eyes and mentally prepared herself for whatever tirade Dyson was about to go on. She walked into the office and looked at Hale who had a smug look on his face. And the moment Dyson saw her he stalked over to her then took her by the throat. Lauren held onto his wrist as she managed to wheeze, "Problem Dyson?"

He glared at her and growled, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Sabotaging my delivery? You do know that I have killed men for less right Lauren?"

Lauren looked between him and Hale and she knew what had happened. She slammed her knee into Dyson's groin and he let go of her then dropped to his knees. Lauren grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his had back as she told him in a calm voice, "I didn't do shit you asshole. Hale lied to you." She gripped his hair tighter, "The delivery hasn't happened. If you don't believe me call Mitch in here."

Lauren shoved his head down as she let go his hair then she stood up and rubbed her neck. She'd be lucky if there wasn't any bruising. Dyson got up off the floor and he pushed Hale away when he tried to help him up. He limped over to his desk and demanded, "Why the hell would Hale lie to me?"

"To get you the fuck out of city hall. You going in there ranting like some crazy mobster about your territory and what the organisation has done for the city is shit like that that's going to destroy us." Lauren said going off on him. Dyson was a complete buffoon and she was getting sick of his shit.

Dyson took a large gulp of the drink that was sitting on the desk and scoffed, "Well some unknown person getting access to territory that is technically ours isn't going to protect us any."

Lauren rolled her eyes then walked over and sat in one of the visitor's chairs that was in front of Dyson's desk. She looked at him and wondered, "Did you learn anything?"

Lauren's face remained passive so she wouldn't irritate him further but she knew that was impossible because Dyson would already know that she had more information than he did. He got up and shouted, "What the fuck do you know?" He threw his hand up and shouted, "And of course I didn't fucking get anywhere that pissant Michelson found a backbone somewhere."

Lauren pointed at him, "Do not piss off Michelson. You piss him off then the feds will be in here faster than you can fuck some random whore." She took a deep breath then told him, "And what I know is that the person who wants in on our territory is in this club. And I have a plan but that requires you dear cousin to calm the fuck down and trust me."

Dyson scoffed and dropped down into the leather chair, "Like I would fucking trust you. You're basically doing everything possible to make sure I end up dead or in-"

"Dyson I am doing everything possible to make sure you don't end up dead or in jail but I'm starting to think that I should stop because if someone kills your dumbass then I don't have to clean up your messes anymore." Lauren interjected getting fed up with Dyson's childish behaviour. "Now do you want to listen or are you going to act like a fucking idiot?"

Dyson narrowed his eyes at her and told her, "I don't want to listen to anything you have to say." He jabbed the top of the des with his index finger, "This is my organisation and you maybe family but you are not the head of it. So go back to what you were doing Lauren and let me run my organisation how I see fit."

Lauren stared him down then she got up and told him, "Alright Dyson. But do not call me when you're in trouble."

She started walking out of the office and Dyson told her, "Tell your lapdog Mitch that he can go with you too."

Lauren smiled because Dyson was a nimrod. Mitch was invaluable. He had connections that had made the organisation stronger when Dyson's dad was in charge. But Dyson's overinflated ego made him believe that he was invincible which was far from the case and Lauren knew that it was going to destroy him. She walked out of the office and she signalled for Mitch to follow her. They walked through door that lead to the stairs and she told him in a quiet voice, "Stop tonight's delivery. Have it go to the warehouse. Gather up those who are loyal to you and have no loyalties to Dyson."

"What happened Lauren?"

Lauren shook her head and chuckled a little, "That asshole had the nerve to put his hands on me then blame me for trying to destroy him." She got a serious look on her face, "I'm going to do the very thing that he just blamed me of."

Mitch took a gentle hold of her arm, "You're going against Dyson?"

Lauren had had enough of her cousin's arrogance and his treatment of her so yes she was going against Dyson. "I am."

Mitch sighed and told her, "It's not a good thing Lauren. This is the same thing that happened with your dad and your uncle. Let him calm down a bit then try talking to him."

Lauren scoffed and shouted, "I'm done talking to him. For the last two years I have been appeasing him." She pinned him down with a cold stare, "Not anymore."

She left the stairwell and walked through the club, making a quick stop at the bar, then she went up the stairs that led to the VIP area. She walked over to where Bo was sitting and ignored the fact brunette was currently getting a lap dance. She tapped the shoulder of the girl who was currently grinding on Bo and demanded, "Go."

The girl looked at Bo then at Lauren and smiled, "I don't think she wants me to leave."

Lauren arched her eyebrow at Bo who got a grin on her face before remarking, "You were just keeping her seat warm." The dark haired girl rolled her eyes in annoyance then left. Bo smiled at Lauren, "I hope you don't disappoint me like the other three have."

Lauren straddled Bo's lap then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I'm not going to give you a lap dance here. If you want a more private one call the number on this napkin." She slid her hand to the inside of Bo's suit jacket and put the napkin in the inside pocket. Then she moved her hand up the soft material of Bo's shirt and over her breast where she gave the soft flesh a squeeze before breathing against her ear, "It'll be worth it."

Lauren got off of Bo's lap and she didn't look back at her. She knew that she had an effect on the woman and that Bo would be giving her a call. Then she would have one of two plans in motion. Lauren went backstage and she changed into her regular clothes then got her coat. She left the club and headed to her apartment so she could change for tonight's shipment.

So what do we think? Leave reviews or I'll continue to write for my own enjoyment bc writing this version of Lauren is so much fun.