Boys Of Summer
By DKM
Rating: Somewhere between R and NC-17
Category: Crossover
Summary: When tempers flair and things get complicated, will Sara find peace in a new city with two new partners and a new boss? A Witchblade/Fastlane Crossover
Author's Note: Yes, it's another crossover from me. And this time I promise to stay true to Witchblade and Fastlane, and I won't mention Darren unless there's a song involved.
Archive: Email me at Dmmuzicfan@aol.com
Feedback/Comments: SEE EMAIL ABOVE OR BE NICE AND SUBMIT A REVIEW!
Disclaimer: All rights to Witchblade and its characters belong to Top Cow and TNT. All rights to Fastlane and its characters belong to FOX. I don't own either of the two, as much as I'd like to. Remember, this is entirely FICTION. It's my IMAGINATION at work. Please, don't sue me, as much as you would like to.
Boys Of Summer
Prologue: The Hook Up
They sat beside each other on hard plastic chairs in front of a decaying wooden table in a room bathed in shadows and cigarette smoke. Two young men, one white and the other African American, wearing expensive and exquisitely tailored gray Armani silk suits. The room had no windows, no vents, and only one door. A single dusty light bulb hung from the ceiling, its glow barely doing any justice to the nearly pitch black room.
Donovan Ray coolly sat in his seat, his hands folded on the decaying table in front of him as he waited for their mystery guest to arrive. Hearing the door behind them creak open, his deep blue eyes stole a glance over at his partner, Deaqon Hayes, wondering what he was thinking at the moment. A pair of buff middle aged men walked into the room carrying semiautomatic weapons in their hands. Another man followed them in, quite older, maybe in his fifties, with graying hair and a very hard look on his face.
"Hello, boys, it's nice to finally meet you," the man said in a cocky New Yorker tone as he sat down across from them, the single bulb barely illuminating his face and making the hallows of his eyes, cheeks, and mouth even more pronounced.
"Tommy Gallo," Donovan replied as he stood from his seat and extended his hand. "I'm Van, and this is Deaq," he introduced as the man glanced over at his partner while they shook hands. "We've been waiting a while for this meeting. I'm glad that we've finally had the chance to see each other face to face instead of through channels."
"Well, I had to get you guys checked out beforehand, and guess what, you've made the cut. How can I help you two young entrepreneurs?" Gallo questioned as he sat back down and gazed at the two of them with intent eyes.
"You supply the goods, we supply the cash," Van answered, holding up a little black plastic card then grabbing the bag on the floor beside his feet.
"My, my, you really are pretty, young rich boys, aren't you?" Gallo said with a sly smile coming across his face. There was almost a gleam in his eye, proving to Van that he was the money hungry bastard he knew him to be. Gallo took the bag from Van and unzipped it to find stacks of hundred dollar bills inside amounting to nearly $150,000. That made him even happier than he already was. "Alright boys, let's do business."
"Marijuana, ecstasy, cocaine, and heroin; we want five hundred pounds of each delivered to Club Ryde within the next week. We'll pay the rest in cash once it's all delivered," Deaq finally spoke up, coolly staring at the old man in front of him. Even though the pair had sold the club to their good friend Aquarius, he was letting them use it as a drop off point for their operation.
"Not a problem," Gallo responded. "I like you boys, so I trust you."
"Nice dealing with you, Gallo," Van remarked as he stood from his seat and leaned over the table to grab them man's hand once more to finalize their deal.
As Van and Deaq made their way out of the building, Gallo turned to one of his guards and said, "Follow them and never let them out of your sight. If you see anything funny, I want you to call me and tell me. I'll decide on a course of action from that point on."
As soon as Van and Deaq reached the car they used to get to the run down old warehouse, a yellow Porsche, Van took the opportunity to call his boss. He flipped out his cell phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?" came her strong, sensual voice over the phone line.
"Gallo took the bait. We're high tailing it out of here. See you in a few," Van replied as he began to hang up.
"Hold on there just a second, speedy. Gallo is gonna send someone after you. Don't come back too quick," she warned.
"Billie, I already know. You don't have to remind me. We read that file together, remember?" Van retorted as he sat down in the driver's seat and started the car. He back away from the old warehouse parking lot, pulling onto the main road for a short trip to the area designated as a drop off point for the car. It was an apartment complex in Beverly Hills, only a short distance from where they were now.
"Van, if he finds out you're a cop, you're dead meat. You got that?" Billie yelled back as she hung up.
"Jeez," he recoiled. "She's got to have something stuck up her ass today. I wonder what it is."
"Probably the fact that it's taken us so long to crack the case. We've been on it for, what, six weeks already? And we didn't get anywhere until today," Deaq replied as Van looked into his rear view mirror and spotted the car that had been tailing them since they left the warehouse. It was a black Jaguar S-Type, easily blending in with the other expensive cars on the road.
Van pulled into the apartment complex parking garage minutes later, parking beside his neon green Mustang and pulling off the suit to change into something a little more comfortable, a pair of brown leather pants and a sleeveless white tee shirt. As soon as Deaq had made his switch, they were off again back to the office, a warehouse filled with confiscated goods including cars and clothing which Billie affectionately called the "Candy Store."
'What a day,' Van thought to himself as he pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car.
By DKM
Rating: Somewhere between R and NC-17
Category: Crossover
Summary: When tempers flair and things get complicated, will Sara find peace in a new city with two new partners and a new boss? A Witchblade/Fastlane Crossover
Author's Note: Yes, it's another crossover from me. And this time I promise to stay true to Witchblade and Fastlane, and I won't mention Darren unless there's a song involved.
Archive: Email me at Dmmuzicfan@aol.com
Feedback/Comments: SEE EMAIL ABOVE OR BE NICE AND SUBMIT A REVIEW!
Disclaimer: All rights to Witchblade and its characters belong to Top Cow and TNT. All rights to Fastlane and its characters belong to FOX. I don't own either of the two, as much as I'd like to. Remember, this is entirely FICTION. It's my IMAGINATION at work. Please, don't sue me, as much as you would like to.
Boys Of Summer
Prologue: The Hook Up
They sat beside each other on hard plastic chairs in front of a decaying wooden table in a room bathed in shadows and cigarette smoke. Two young men, one white and the other African American, wearing expensive and exquisitely tailored gray Armani silk suits. The room had no windows, no vents, and only one door. A single dusty light bulb hung from the ceiling, its glow barely doing any justice to the nearly pitch black room.
Donovan Ray coolly sat in his seat, his hands folded on the decaying table in front of him as he waited for their mystery guest to arrive. Hearing the door behind them creak open, his deep blue eyes stole a glance over at his partner, Deaqon Hayes, wondering what he was thinking at the moment. A pair of buff middle aged men walked into the room carrying semiautomatic weapons in their hands. Another man followed them in, quite older, maybe in his fifties, with graying hair and a very hard look on his face.
"Hello, boys, it's nice to finally meet you," the man said in a cocky New Yorker tone as he sat down across from them, the single bulb barely illuminating his face and making the hallows of his eyes, cheeks, and mouth even more pronounced.
"Tommy Gallo," Donovan replied as he stood from his seat and extended his hand. "I'm Van, and this is Deaq," he introduced as the man glanced over at his partner while they shook hands. "We've been waiting a while for this meeting. I'm glad that we've finally had the chance to see each other face to face instead of through channels."
"Well, I had to get you guys checked out beforehand, and guess what, you've made the cut. How can I help you two young entrepreneurs?" Gallo questioned as he sat back down and gazed at the two of them with intent eyes.
"You supply the goods, we supply the cash," Van answered, holding up a little black plastic card then grabbing the bag on the floor beside his feet.
"My, my, you really are pretty, young rich boys, aren't you?" Gallo said with a sly smile coming across his face. There was almost a gleam in his eye, proving to Van that he was the money hungry bastard he knew him to be. Gallo took the bag from Van and unzipped it to find stacks of hundred dollar bills inside amounting to nearly $150,000. That made him even happier than he already was. "Alright boys, let's do business."
"Marijuana, ecstasy, cocaine, and heroin; we want five hundred pounds of each delivered to Club Ryde within the next week. We'll pay the rest in cash once it's all delivered," Deaq finally spoke up, coolly staring at the old man in front of him. Even though the pair had sold the club to their good friend Aquarius, he was letting them use it as a drop off point for their operation.
"Not a problem," Gallo responded. "I like you boys, so I trust you."
"Nice dealing with you, Gallo," Van remarked as he stood from his seat and leaned over the table to grab them man's hand once more to finalize their deal.
As Van and Deaq made their way out of the building, Gallo turned to one of his guards and said, "Follow them and never let them out of your sight. If you see anything funny, I want you to call me and tell me. I'll decide on a course of action from that point on."
As soon as Van and Deaq reached the car they used to get to the run down old warehouse, a yellow Porsche, Van took the opportunity to call his boss. He flipped out his cell phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?" came her strong, sensual voice over the phone line.
"Gallo took the bait. We're high tailing it out of here. See you in a few," Van replied as he began to hang up.
"Hold on there just a second, speedy. Gallo is gonna send someone after you. Don't come back too quick," she warned.
"Billie, I already know. You don't have to remind me. We read that file together, remember?" Van retorted as he sat down in the driver's seat and started the car. He back away from the old warehouse parking lot, pulling onto the main road for a short trip to the area designated as a drop off point for the car. It was an apartment complex in Beverly Hills, only a short distance from where they were now.
"Van, if he finds out you're a cop, you're dead meat. You got that?" Billie yelled back as she hung up.
"Jeez," he recoiled. "She's got to have something stuck up her ass today. I wonder what it is."
"Probably the fact that it's taken us so long to crack the case. We've been on it for, what, six weeks already? And we didn't get anywhere until today," Deaq replied as Van looked into his rear view mirror and spotted the car that had been tailing them since they left the warehouse. It was a black Jaguar S-Type, easily blending in with the other expensive cars on the road.
Van pulled into the apartment complex parking garage minutes later, parking beside his neon green Mustang and pulling off the suit to change into something a little more comfortable, a pair of brown leather pants and a sleeveless white tee shirt. As soon as Deaq had made his switch, they were off again back to the office, a warehouse filled with confiscated goods including cars and clothing which Billie affectionately called the "Candy Store."
'What a day,' Van thought to himself as he pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car.