Ok, I said I would have this posted sometime last week, but it took me until now to get something I liked worked out. This idea just popped into my head, and it is heavily inspired by the new Plain White T's album, Parallel Universe. If you have not heard it, you should go listen to it. ^_^

Warnings for the whole of the work: prostitution, rape/non-con, angst, hurt/comfort, infidelity, lies, yaoi - if any of this is not your cup of tea, then I suggest you go elsewhere.

Anyway, here's the disclaimer for this work: I don't own anything related to Bleach. The whole of it belongs to Tite Kubo. But, if he could give me Grimmjow, I'd be happy! XD

Chapter 1 – Intervention

Cyan eyes slowly cracked open, sharpening almost instantly to gaze at the clock on the nightstand. It was already quarter after eleven. That meant he was already late. His eyes closed again and he took a deep breath, telling himself he had to get up, he had to keep going. He couldn't keep living in the past and refusing to move forward. Unfortunately, that was so much easier said than done.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaques slowly sat up in bed and stretched his arms over his head, yawning loudly and listening to his joints pop. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and just sat there for a moment. He looked over at the framed photo on his nightstand and stared into teal green eyes set into a face that he could and would never forget.

He shook his head to get rid of the morose thoughts that wanted to plague him, and got up to get ready for the day. Being as he was already late for the meeting with his bandmates, he was in no hurry. Especially since he knew they were just going to bitch at him again, since he was always late now. He used to be on time or even early to everything; he also used to be a bit more alive. As it stood now, he knew he wasn't living, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Nothing had meaning anymore without her.

Fuck.

Now his thoughts were consumed with her. Where was she? What had happened? She couldn't really be dead like everyone assumed. If she had died, he would know. There had to be a reason she disappeared nine months ago without a trace.

He had searched for her endlessly for over four months. But, his friends and bandmates had to make him stop. They couldn't all put their lives on hold any longer, and he had an obligation to fulfill and he knew it. He had been lucky that they had all stood by him as long as they had. Finally, they all put their foot down and told him enough was enough. It hurt like hell to hear, but in the end of everything, he knew they were right. He had to at least keep going, even if he knew he couldn't move forward.

It just sucked. He didn't care about anything anymore, not even himself – not even his band he had started from nothing four years ago. He was twenty-two and he might as well have been eighty the way he was acting – refusing to go out and/or hang out with anyone. He spent all of his time alone, wallowing in his self-pity and depressing thoughts and memories. All he wanted was to see her again – hear her voice, see her smile, hold her in his arms – just one more time.

He missed everything that was her. Her face. Her olive skin. Her golden blonde locks that were always in a state of controlled chaos that fit her perfectly. Her soft body that he could almost feel if he closed his eyes. Her velvety voice that was deeper than other women he knew, but was the perfect pitch in his ears. Everything about her was perfect in his eyes.

He shook his head again and blew out a frustrated breath. It was time to get up and get ready for the day. He stood up and decided to jump in the shower before anything else. He used his ocean breeze scented shampoo and conditioner, lathering his sky blue locks and leaning his head back and just letting the water run over him as he rinsed it out. As he scrubbed his body and rinsed all the suds off and down the drain, he sighed in bliss at the relaxing feeling.

Climbing out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his hips and looked at himself in the mirror. He knew he was a damn fine specimen of a man. From his unconventional colored hair, to his gorgeous stormy blue eyes, set into a finely chiseled face, with a straight nose, sharp jawline and a killer smile, he knew he looked good. He had a well-defined chest, with a cut six-pack and deep v-lines cutting in from his hips towards his groin. This all was held up on two thick trunks for legs, the muscles bulging as he moved about the room.

He smirked at himself in the mirror – he knew he was every woman's wet dream. Hell, he was probably most guys' wet dream as well, and he was fine with that. It was not something that he advertised, but Grimmjow was not ashamed to say that he was attracted to both men and women. Now, mind you, no one had caught his eye since before Hal, especially not any dudes. The ones who threw themselves at him just weren't his type, they were way too clingy and he was pretty sure they only wanted him for what he could provide them with. I mean, come on, he was Grimmjow Jaegerjaques – the lead singer of Espada! Of course they would do anything to get into his bed, and even more importantly, his lifestyle.

He grunted and walked into the closet to pick out his clothes for the day. He settled on some dark straight leg jeans, hugging his ass and thighs in all the right places, without being too tight, and a charcoal grey long sleeved V-neck shirt that clung to his pecs and showed off everything he had to offer. Even if he didn't want to move on and get back out there, he definitely had a standard to live up to and would never leave his place looking anything less than perfect. He finished the look off with some black converse, and threw on his trademark black leather jacket.

He walked out of his condo and took the elevator down to the parking garage, bypassing the lobby and all the onlookers sure to be waiting to gawk at him.

The blue haired devil pulled out his keys and climbed into his baby blue 1967 Shelby GT Mustang. He grinned as he started it up and listened to the V8 purr. He slowly backed out of his parking space, then quickly threw it into drive and flew out of the parking garage, tires squealing as he recklessly pulled out in front of traffic and sped towards his destination – Hueco Mundo Records.

The green haired keyboardist and backup singer sat on the couch in the recording studio they always met in, staring at her lap and twisting her fingers together, fidgeting in her nervousness at the upcoming meeting. Grimmjow was Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck's little half-brother and she loved him dearly. She was only a year older than he was, but that didn't stop her from playing the big sister role wholeheartedly. She just wanted what was best for him, and that meant that he had to get a move on and live again, dammit.

She looked up as her boyfriend of four years, twenty-four year old guitarist Nnoitra Gilga, sank down on the couch next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Hey Babe, ya okay?" He stared down into her wheat grey eyes and tried his best to offer some form of comfort, even though he knew he was normally shit at doing that.

Nel tried her hardest to smile up at him, but it really looked like more of a grimace. "I…I don't know. I can't stand to see him like this anymore, Nnoi. He's got to move on. I mean, it's like being around a zombie. He just doesn't do anything." She sighed heavily and shook her head, sniffing as her eyes filled with tears. "I miss Hal too, but I can't watch Grimm slowly kill himself over her."

Her eyes shot up at the door opened and then her shoulders slumped in disappointment when the person who walked in was Ulquiorra Cifer, the band's twenty-five year old bassist. He stared at the pair stoically and nodded, taking a seat in the corner and waiting for the others to arrive so they could get this over with.

The door opened again and a man with shaggy brown hair and a permanent five o'clock shadow dragged himself into the room and slumped down in the bean bag chair that was specifically bought just for him. Coyote Stark, twenty-six and the band's drummer, laid his head back and closed his eyes. "Why are we doing this again?" He mumbled out as he tried not to fall asleep.

Ulquiorra tch'd and shook his head. "Lazy ass," he muttered fondly and his lipped twitched as though fighting a smirk.

Nel chuckled softly and sniffled again, fighting back her tears. "We're doing this because Grimm is my little brother and I can't watch him continue to barely exist anymore. I want my brother back!" Her voice raised as she stood up, fists clenching at her side. "He's not the Grimm I know anymore, and I can't stand it!" Her eyes widened as she realized another presence had joined them in the room during her rant. "G-Grimm…" She stared into his eyes, getting lost in the emotions swirling in them, knowing he realized what was happening and was none too happy with it.

The lead singer just frowned at his sister and rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe. "So, this is what this bullshit meeting is all 'bout? I ain't got time fer this shit." He turned to leave, and stopped short as he felt a hand wrapped about his wrist. He narrowed his eyes and glared over his shoulder, looking down at the green haired woman. "What."

Nel swallowed nervously and pulled gently on his wrist and looked at him pleadingly. "Grimm, please. Just hear us out. We only want what's best for you. We miss you. I miss you."

Grimmjow sighed and dropped his head back, staring up at the ceiling. "Really, Nel? What do ya want from me? I can't just…let it go. Ya of all people should know that."

She frowned and shook her head. "I get it, Grimm. I miss Hal too, we all do. But, I can't stand by and lose you too! I love you, please just sit down and hear us out."

They stared at each other for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only about thirty seconds, before Grimmjow finally nodded and slumped down in a chair in the room. He look expectantly at each of them in turn and then threw his hands up, "Well, ya all wanna talk so bad, go ahead and talk!"

Ulquiorra cleared his throat and drew the blunette's sharp eyes to him. "While I understand your, um, emotional attachment to that woman, she's gone now. You can't keep chasing her ghost, Grimm. You have to let it go."

Grimmjow snarled and rose from his seat, growling low in his chest. "Ya fuckin' bastard!" He lunged for the stoic raven and lifted him by the collar before promptly being shoved against the wall himself by the lazy brunette who no one even saw move.

He glared up at Stark for all he was worth, before his shoulders slumped and he let his head drop to avoid eye contact. He blew out a frustrated breath and mumbled out, "'M sorry." He fisted his shirt right above his heart, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid showing the pain and torment in them. "It just…hurts. And I can't get it to stop."

Stark nodded and slowly released him. "'S gonna be alright, man. We're gonna getcha through it." He clasped Grimmjow's shoulder and waited for him to make eye contact before asking him, "Ya good?"

The blunette nodded and visibly deflated, slumping back down in his chair. He looked up as his sister spoke up again. "Um, Grimm…I have a request." Blue eyes narrowed and he nodded curtly, waiting for her to continue. "Come out with us tonight."

Was she fucking serious?!

He blinked and stared at her incredulously. "Say what?" She smiled at him hopefully, waiting for him to actually acknowledge what she had said. "Yer fuckin' kiddin', right?"

Nel shook her head emphatically, showing her little brother how serious she was. She stood up from the couch again and pulled him out of his chair, hugging him tightly, nearly smothering him in her chest and she yanked his head down to nuzzle against his temple. "C'mon, otouto, pleeeeeeease?" She knew he would never refuse her when she used that word and begged so shamelessly.

The lead singer pulled back out of the embrace and shrugged. "Will it get all of ya off my ass if I go?" He looked around the room as each of them nodded in return. "Fine. But I ain't goin' out again after this! Ya only get the one time and then I'm done!"

"Of course, of course! We'll make sure it's worth your while, I promise!" Nel's smile lit up the room it was so blinding.

Grimmjow chuckled fondly to himself at his sister's antics. "Where are ya draggin' me to? 'Cause I know ya already got it all planned out and didn't wait fer me to say yes."

The green haired woman beamed and stated with absolute certainty, "Las Noches! It's the new place to be that just opened last month. You'll love it, I just know it! And before you ask, I already got us VIP reserved so you don't have to deal with everyone throwing themselves at you. Or rather, so that I don't have to deal with watching all those people throwing themselves at you." She chuckled slightly as she sat back down and leaned back against Nnoitra, relaxing in his embrace again.

He nodded before thinking for a moment. "Alright. Since we're all here an' everythin', we might as well practice, yeah?"

They all nodded and headed to the recording studio room to work on some new songs they had been struggling with writing lately. Grimmjow was the one who had a way with words, and since he had been out of commission for so long, the rest really tried, but it just wasn't the same. They all hoped that this night out would rekindle the blunette's drive to write again.

Grimmjow looked himself over in the mirror, judging whether his appearance was acceptable in order to be seen in public or not. He had on his favorite pair of faded blue jeans that was just tight enough on his ass and a white wife beater that outlined his chest and abs just right. On top of that, he wore an open black plaid pearl snap shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He donned his low top black converse again, those being his favorite kicks. He nodded in approval and stood there for a moment, contemplating whether or not to put on cologne. In the end, he decided not to, not wanting to go out of his way to impress anyone, and he quite liked his natural smell, a mixture of the desert and the ocean, only enhanced by the shampoo and body wash he used. He ran his fingers through his hair roughly, haphazardly styling into its usual disarray, trying without really trying.

He had a feeling he would be indulging more than would be safe to operate his car this evening, so he texted Stark, asking for a ride so that he didn't have to worry about it. This was also part of his strategy to make sure he didn't bring anyone home with him, or go home with anyone else. Stark texted back an affirmative and let him know he'd be by shortly to collect him for their "group bonding" as the lazy man had taken to calling it. Grimmjow chuckled to himself and decided to check online to see what he could find out about this Las Noches place. He had heard of a place opening up a few weeks ago, but of course, he hadn't cared to look into it.

He pulled up the reviews on his phone and noticed that everyone who had commented had mentioned how reasonable the drinks were and that the entertainment was the best around. Entertainment? He shrugged, guessing that maybe they employed dancers of some kind. He knew Nel would never actively decide to go to a strip club, so it definitely wasn't that kind of place, but he couldn't help but let his mind wander to what kind of entertainment this could possibly be.

The blunette smirked slightly, hoping that perhaps there were dancers of some kind – he could definitely do with the distraction of watching some eye candy shaking their asses. He was broken out of his reverie when his phone buzzed again, alerting him that Stark had arrived and was waiting downstairs in his Porsche 911 Roadster.

He jogged through the lobby and hopped in the car, suddenly feeling much more optimistic about this evening that he had earlier in the day. He nodded at his designated driver for the evening and they fist-bumped, no words being necessary to relay his gratitude to the drummer.

They arrived at the club around 45 minutes later, due to both traffic and the fact that the club was on the outskirts of the city. LA was not small (obviously), but fortunately Stark had a lead foot, just like Grimmjow did, and he was able to weave in and out of traffic effectively to get them there in a decent amount of time.

Once they arrived, they parked in a space that had been predesignated for them, Nel having called ahead to make sure they had their cars at the ready whenever they were ready to go. She knew she was really pushing her brother by getting him to come out with them, which is why she made sure that he could leave any time he wanted. She didn't want him to resent her; she really wanted him to enjoy himself, maybe let loose a little and perhaps take his mind off of her for more than five minutes.

She was already in the VIP section upstairs with Nnoitra and Ulquiorra when Stark and Grimmjow arrived. All the groupies downstairs were staring and trying to catch the blunette's attention, but he simply strutted his way through the crowd, heading directly for the stairs with Stark on his heels.

As he arrived upstairs, he saw that they had their own bar with a single cocktail waitress ready to wait on them. She smiled brightly, twirling one of her black pigtails and sashayed up to him shamelessly. He noticed the way her shirt plunged down to the middle of her sternum, showing off way more cleavage than necessary to get anyone's attention; he also took notice of her shamelessly short skirt that had her ass completely hanging out in the breeze, the front barely covering up her naughty bits. "Hey stud, what can I getcha?" She tried to sound sexy and ran a finger down his chest, but he just stared down her, rolling his eyes as she merely sounded sleazy and like a true whore.

If only he knew just how right he was with that assumption.

He sighed and decided to just let it slide, trying his best to not have a sarcastic retort for the little strumpet. "Jack and coke, and make it a double." He brushed past her and sat on the couch next to his sister and grinned at her. "Ya happy?" She nodded enthusiastically and hugged him tightly. The little whore flipped her pigtail over her shoulder and stomped off, assuming that the blunette was not interested, which he was not.

He rolled his shoulders and looked up at Stark though his bangs. "Whatcha lookin' at, Ol' Man?" The lazy brunette rolled his neck and looked at Grimmjow over his shoulder, grinning. "Just takin' in the sweet entertainment."

The blunette raised an eyebrow and stood up, making his way across the floor to stand next to the drummer, leaning on his forearms on the balcony railing. He trailed his gaze across the floor, taking in all the writhing, sweaty bodies. He absentmindedly reached his hand out and accepted his drink from the waitress, still looking down and searching for something – what, he was wasn't sure yet, but he just had this feeling he was going to find it.

There.

His eyes widened slightly and he swallowed a gulp of his drink, unable to tear his gaze away. He stared, enraptured, as he watched the lithe body moving to the music.

He thought to himself that he may very well have found his conquest for the evening, his smirk quickly morphing into an absolutely feral grin, showcasing his canines.

Game time.

Thanks for reading! Please leave behind any thoughts and/or suggestions. This is another work that is un-beta'd, so please be kind if you find grammatical errors!

See you for the next chapter!