Author Note: I know it's a horrible pattern/trait of mine but this story came into my mind and I couldn't deny it. As most of my stories start out, I love this one, and I'm 90% sure that I won't abandon it. I think this might actually be easy to write, the whole way through. I'll try my best to stay dedicated!

Disclaimer: I own nothing Sailor Moon, except my fanfictions.

Just Wing It

Chapter One

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter...

The silence that filled the air was unwelcoming, to say the least. I felt that there was something completely wrong but I tried to ignore it. I walked a little faster, which isn't easy to do in knee-high suede boots and a tight little black dress that came down mid-thigh and had a leopard-print breast area. I tugged at the top of the dress in an attempt to keep my ample cleavage from spilling out of the tight little outfit. I noticed the car following me at a crawling pace and I automatically panicked. It was only my luck to get caught and raped by some sick freak that wasn't in the right state of mind. I was a wing woman, for goodness sake! It wasn't anything bad, like a serious escort, I just had to look sexy and flirt around with a guy so that women would take more interest in the male accompanying me. He pays me and – bam – he gets a girlfriend, possibly future spouse.

Yet now I was regretting the fact that I hadn't taken my own vehicle. Naturally bleached blonde locks cascaded down, almost to my cinched in waist. Just keep walking Serena and pretend like you don't even see them. Try to ignore who the hell ever is behind you, steadily pick up your pace but don't go too fast at the wrong time or they might chase you down, rape you, and beat you. Dammit, they probably think that I'm a hooker when I'm really just wearing this stuff so that girls would think I was hot, not necessarily even for men! Oh, the irony. I dress up for women when I actually wanted a man in my life again. I was helping out those who wanted to find love, and I was really good at it, yet I couldn't find myself a nice, young, and successful man that could potentially be interested in me. Then again, what man wants to date a woman who can be mistaken for a hooker?

Without warning, sirens turned on behind me. I saw a flash of blue and red in the grass every other second as the noise blared from the car that had been following me. Great, I probably broke some mandatory curfew rule about women twenty-two and younger being in their houses and not dressed like a slut on the street past eleven. I pulled my cell phone out of the small clutch, with an optional chain, that was dangling from my shoulder. The time read nearly one thirty in the morning. I couldn't help but think I had done something completely and utterly wrong. I stopped and turned towards the police officer, who was climbing out of his vehicle and demanding that I didn't move until he gave command. After a minute or two of eyeing the area he demanded that I slowly walk towards his car and place my hands on the hood.

"Perfect!" I growled in an annoyed voice as I took my time with baby steps. I didn't know how this guy was but the majority of the ones that I had met had been up on their high-horse. When they had disrespected me, I ended up freaking out. One woman even had the nerve to "tase" me, for no apparent reason. Well, okay I had threatened to kick her ass but was that really any reason to pull out a taser gun and shoot me? For God's sake, the woman was a monster compared to me. And now, here I was with my hands placed on the cop car and slightly bent over. "If you try to rape me, I will snap your neck and sue you." I confirmed to him. He laughed. He had a sexy laugh.

"Is that so, ma'am?" he questioned and I responded with a confident 'yes'. He laughed some more and walked over towards me. "Well in that case, I'll try my hardest to not do something illegal that I could get placed in jail for. Speaking of illegal things, ma'am, what are you doing out so late?"

I wanted to see what he looked like. He sounded sexy. "I was returning home my job."

"And what exactly is your job occupation?" He asked.

I felt myself blush. I suddenly felt so ashamed. "I'm a wing woman."

"You're in the sex business?"

"Not necessarily, officer. I don't have sex with anybody! I simply go places with clients, men or women who look me up, and flirt with them and spread the word to other women about how wonderful my client is so that the potential dates will feel inclined to pursue the said client and then, thanks to my job, they end up finding a girlfriend. And, I'll have you know, we don't have to kiss the clients or anything and never had I once done it!" I felt the need to emphasize that fact, without letting onto the fact that I was a virgin. Yes, at twenty-two years of age I was still a virgin because, pathetically enough, I couldn't find a guy I was interested in.

"I'm afraid that I don't believe you that much, Miss. Have you been doing any drugs or had any alcohol tonight?" He pushed.

"I had some alcohol, yes, but not enough to get drunk and that had to have worn off by now. Alcohol stays in the system for like a hour per beer, or equivalency of a whiskey shot, or something like that, and I had two shots of Jagermeister but that was two hours ago." I defended quickly.

"May I check your purse?"

"I have nothing to hide, go for it." I sighed.

I extended my purse backwards to him and he took it, rummaged around a little, and I heard him pull something out. I tried to think, hard, of what he might possibly be looking at but my mind drew a blank. He stopped, as if he was studying the contents, and I wanted nothing more than to turn around and eye up his newfound discovery that seemed to keep him so interested. "Excuse me, Miss, but perhaps you forgot you had cocaine in here?"

"I might have, sir, if I did cocaine but I don't." I rolled my eyes.

"What's this?" He questioned. I turned around to see him hold up a bag of white powder. I felt my knees go weak and my throat go dry. I shook my head, trying to understand what was going on but failing to comprehend. I felt so lost. Hell, I sounded so lost. "But… but I don't do cocaine. You found that in my purse? Are you sure you found that in there? I… I don't do drugs, I swear to you, sir. Officer, please. I was at a party, I don't know if somebody slipped it in my purse or what but it's really not mine." I spoke quickly, not wanting to be convicted of a crime that I didn't commit yet wondering how I ended up with the drugs in the first place.

"I'm sorry, miss, but you're in possession of this and therefore responsible." He held the bag up, and then began to read me my rights. I couldn't even listen to half of the Miranda Rights that he was giving me, I was to lost and confused to listen to his words. Absent-mindedly, I crawled into his car. I pressed my forehead against the window shield and looked out into the darkened landscape that lay before me. I couldn't think of a single time that I had left my purse unattended and now I was going to jail because some sly jackass was successful in getting me into a ton of trouble. I had never been to jail before, and the thought scared me.

"Your going to take me and lock me up, aren't you?" I whimpered.

"Yes because what you have is illegal." He nodded.

I had yet to see his face, really, thanks to the darkness and the only think that allowed me to see anything in the dark was his stupid flashlight. I wanted to see the heartless jerk that could do this to an innocent girl. Yet, I knew it wasn't his fault and I had no business walking around dressed as I was at this time of night. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I was hurt, scared, and confused. "I've never been to jail, I'm terrified. Those drugs weren't even mine. Please, officer, take whatever you want from me just please don't put me in jail. Bad things happen in jail and I don't want to be around those people. For God's sake, they're criminals!"

"You'll be fine, trust me." He said breezily.

"You don't understand, I have a dog at home. He'll starve and thirst if I don't return home! Please, please, please don't do this to me!" I begged, tears now starting to spill down my cheeks. I didn't care if I looked like a mess anymore; I was a mess at the moment.

"Call your parents and tell them." He shrugged.

"I can't." I whispered as the tears increased.

"Call a neighbor."

"You don't understand, sir, I don't trust my neighbors." I frowned. I didn't make enough money, as of yet, to get away from the run-down neighborhood I currently resided in. "And my friends… well they don't live near here. I kind of picked myself up and moved away from my hometown because of an issue with my parents and, since then, I haven't really trusted anybody to truly be a friend with me. I don't know, I'm more cautious then I used to be about trust. Just please, whatever you do sir, don't put me in jail. I'd be paranoid and scared and wouldn't last five minutes in a dark and barred room."

"How about just one night and I'll figure something out for you?" He suggested.

I could see that this was as far as I was going to get with not going to jail so I mumbled an 'okay' that was barely audible. I seriously hated my life and I was pretty damn sure that it couldn't get any worse than it already was. "Please try to work out probation or something so they can tell that I don't do, nor do I distribute, drugs. I have a job to do and a life to attend. I have a dog that counts on me and children that expect me to be there for them!"

"You have children, too?" Was his stunned reply.

"No, they're not mine, but they're angels. I mean, their mother is terribly ill and can't take proper care of them so I take it into my hands." I noted. I didn't bother telling him that their mother was an avid heroine user that didn't want anything to do with the children she brought into the world. She was the one who was centered around drugs and prostitution, not me. It was funny how I was innocent and getting taken to jail while the real criminal sat at home, shooting up, and neglecting her own blood. I shivered at the thought of who she'd bring around the innocent little children. The two wouldn't home over to my house; they'd simply wait outside their own for me to come around and round them up and invite them over. I didn't have a big house, and it wasn't very nice, but I kept it clean and did the best I could to provide for everybody.

"I'm sure the children have somebody else."

"Not really… but they're highly capable to take care of themselves. They're small and innocent but they're very intelligent." I sighed. It was true that, at their very young ages, they had learned to take care of themselves, but that didn't make it right. I didn't have the heart to know that a four-year-old was eating cereal anytime she got hungry and learned to feed her baby brother, at age two, the same. She knew where the sippy-cups were and everything but it wasn't right. Just thinking about the two of them was working up my stress level. I was caught in a position where I wanted to say something, yet couldn't because I didn't want the children thrown into a home where they could be split up and/or never adopted.

Walking through the doors of the jail, everybody was staring. I felt like I was some kind of display. I leaned in more towards the tall man standing before me. I was too busy concentrating on all the people around me and looking at the floor to feel the sudden rush of chilly air. We stepped into a block with jail cells and the man used his flashlight to shine an eerie beam down the pathway. My boots rhythmically tapped against the ground and my safety seemed to decrease. A men slammed his body up against the side of his cell and I screamed, grabbing onto my man - I mean my officer - for dear life. The shadows that fell on his face with the dim flashlight beam made him look even more psychotic. "Well hello there pretty lady," his gruff voice drawled on and I felt the tear build-up in my eyes again, "you looking for a damn good time? God, you got a sexy little body that I'd love to –"

"Enough!" The officer's voice boomed. There was a moment of silence before the man left out a crazy laugh. I just wanted to go home. I didn't want to be here and I wasn't meant to be here. To my dismay, the stupid guy opened a cell and led me inside. There was nobody in it, but that didn't mean I wasn't scared. I made a mad dash for the bed and flung the flimsy covers over me as quickly as I possible could, like a child. I had never been in such a threatening place before. I mean, I could be scrambled with druggies, rapists, killers, etc. and there wasn't a damned thing that I could do about it. Rather than leave, the officer sat on the edge of my bed. "Hey, it's not that bad. You'll be alright; you're locked in here tight. Nobody will be able to get you as long as these doors are closed. Really, you're probably safer in here than anywhere right now, since you have no jail mate."

"No worries, I'm fine, really." I lied through a shaky voice. "I'm just a little shook up. It's alright though, I'm sure I'll be able to adapt quickly." I mentioned in a fast-paced voice, more to ensure confidence to myself than anything. "What am I even saying? You're a policeman, you don't care. It's your job to catch the criminals, not listen to them complain and – Oh, God, I'm so scared. This place is fucking terrifying. I feel like I'm in a horror movie." I whimpered hopelessly.

"Why do you do this to me?" my officer asked and I noticed that he was looked up towards the ceiling rather than me.

"It's not my fault! You could have taken the drugs, realized they weren't mine, let me go, and made up a story about how you got the drugs or something. You're the one who took me in for a crime that I didn't commit!" I quickly snapped at him. The place was creepy and giving me chills (not the good kind, of course). "This place isn't safe or sanitary looking and I really don't want to be here right now. I have a life, and you're holding it from me. If you make me stay here I'll be traumatized and I won't be able to get a wink of sleep knowing I'm surrounded by dangerous people. I'm not a big girl, they could devour me!"

"You don't need to snap at me." He pointed out.

"Well I'm sorry but I'm scared. Really scared. And I get emotional." I apologized desperately.

"I have an idea. You're going to have to stay here for the night but maybe we can work something out together. Besides, you don't necessarily have to stay here all by yourself." The policeman stated before pulling out a walkie-talkie. He pressed a little button on the side and spoke. "Andrew I need you go come down to the cell blocks, in the drug keeping area, I have a favor that I need to ask of you."

"Okay, give me a minute." The walkie-talkie responded.

"Who's Andrew? Why are you calling him?" I questioned, my heart pounding like crazy. "What are you guys going to do to me? You're not going to hurt me or rape me or anything, would you? I mean, you're police officers but I heard that like eighty percent of rape cases deal with authority figures. Oh my God, this outfit was such a stupid idea. Why couldn't I have worked at the local McDonald's or something, no matter the pay, so people didn't mistake me as a hooker? If that stupid job wasn't so fun and didn't help people, I'd quit, but I never did like hot grease thrown up in my face, either. My older brother, he's going to school to be a lawyer, at least last time I talked to him, but I haven't heard from him in forever and – yes! A lawyer! I have the right to a lawyer and I get that damned phone call. I'm calling my brother!"

"Alright, alright." The man sighed. I followed him as he walked back up the hallway, passing a young man and quickly mumbling that we'd be back shortly before leaving him behind. We finally entered a small room and he flicked on the light. In the area, there was a telephone, my only chance at freedom. I made a mad dash for it, and pulled out my cell phone from the purse he handed me back. Flipping through my contacts, I found Sammy and quickly punched in the numbers. It rang once… twice… three times. "Hello, this is Samuel J. Williams, how may I help you?" His formal voice kicked on.

"Hey, Sammy…"

"Serena! I haven't heard from you in forever! How are you, little sis?" He asked happily.

"Well I'm in jail…"

"What?"

"Somebody mistook me for a hooker and now they think I'm a druggie or a drug-dealer or something. I don't know how drugs would have even gotten in my bag. I had it with me! Dammit Sammy, can you bail me out of jail? I hate to ask that from you, but could you please?" I begged.

"Look, Sere, either way you're going to have to go to court. Drug possession isn't a light matter and it needs to be taken care of. Now, don't think that I wouldn't pick you up if I could, but here's the kicker: I'm in Florida." Sam said and his words hit me like a thousand bricks. He was the only person that could free me, at least temporarily, and he way the whole way across the US from California. I was so dead. Those men were going to eat me. "Look, Serena, I have to go. I'm sorry sis, I love you though."

"I love you too, Sammy." I sighed, and then he hung up. I pouted and felt tears in my eyes as I replaced the telephone. That's when I spun around and noticed the cop for the first time. I gasped and felt my eyes grow large because, really, who could have guessed he'd look like a Calvin Kline model? Black bangs dipped into his eyes, which were a dark deep blue but with a really blue tint (not a light color, but extremely saturated). His skin was tanned and flawless, with the exceptions of scars (which are completely sexy, anyway). He had broad shoulders but a lean waist and large muscular arms protruding from the sleeves of his short sleeved policeman tee. "So that's what you look like."

"So that's what you really look like, too." Was his response and I felt some pull towards him. Go figure. I just happened to get the sexiest cop in the whole entire universe and I can barley resist the urge to throw myself at him. I noticed his eyes lightly skim over my body and I wasn't sure what to say or do. I didn't want to flirt with a cop, and that would only further to make him believe that I was some succubus hooker or something. I tried to keep my eyes on his, rather than admire him again, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. From a lack of a better idea about what to do, I decided to speak up, again.

"My brother can't bail me out of jail so, you're right, I'm stuck here." I mumbled in a small voice when I realized my situation, yet again. I wouldn't have had this problem if I had a mother and a father to count on. I wouldn't have had this problem if I would have stuck close to my friends, or even attempted to make new ones. It was no use now, thinking of what I could have done, and I would have to live with my decisions. "Anyway, you said somebody would stay with me, right? Somebody that I can trust? Who is it, that Andrew guy or something? He won't hurt me, will he?" I went back to asking and dealing with the condition I was currently stuck in.

"Calm yourself down, you'll see." He responded, easy-going.

"Calm myself down? I'm going to jail, overnight, for goodness sakes!" I whined.

He was leading me back to that hellish place we had previously stood: in the cell block that held all the psychotic drug-related offenders. I felt myself shaking and leaning close against to my officer, who I recently discovered was drop dead gorgeous, as an argument rung out. The light was on and as soon as I walked down the isle everybody turned their eyes on me and made cat calls and whistles whilst the argument ended. Now, I had the attention of every single man in the room, except for my cop, who was approaching the man who had previous been arguing, leaning against the bars. Even as Darien talked, green eyes hungrily took in my figure. "Andrew, is it that hard for you to not fight with Crazy Jack for one night in your entire life? Why must this be a daily routine? Just let the poor man go."

"He started it Darien. He always starts it, and you know it!" The male pouted, childishly.

"I know, I know, but he's crazy, buddy." The man, Darien apparently, spoke like he was comforting him.

"I don't care!" The other man crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"Who's this sexy little thang?" An old man, whom I assumed to be Crazy Jack, questioned. He smiled to reveal about five teeth left (all which were blackened for the majority) and an eye that floating around eerily. He licked his lips and made my own eye twitch in annoyance.

"I'm not looking for trouble, you creep." I glared.

"Any hooker is always looking for trouble, no matter what they say." He informed.

"Hooker? I'm going to kick your ass old man! You're not going to have those last five teeth when I'm finished with you, you pervert!" I growled and lunged towards the cell. I reached a hand in and grabbed his shirt by the collar, jerking him towards me and causing him to smack his face off of the bars. Fire was burning in my eyes. I wasn't quite as afraid now that I could see everybody, and the fury burning through my veins was enough to make me forget fear. "Call me a hooker one more time." I dared.

"Hooker…." He drawled the word out really slow.

I pushed him back, and then slammed him forward with as much force as I could manage. He yelped out in pain and spit blood and a tooth to the ground. One of the policemen quickly wrapped their arms around my waist and jerked me back. The man yelled out obscenities towards me as I smiled jubilantly. I turned to the officer holding me, it happened to be the Darien guy. Due to our close proximity, I placed my hands on his chest to gain some space so I could look up into his shocked eyes. "I'm sorry. I actually kind of feel bad. I mean, the guy has such beautiful teeth, I'm sure he's heartbroken."

"Sorry Miss Serenity," I cringed at the formal use of my name, the name which he must have read off of my driver's license that he found in my purse, "but this isn't the Wild West and you can't go running around cleaning up the streets with your Peacemaker." Darien warned. "And no matter how much that man may have deserved it, you could get in serious trouble for harming some one. Consider taking your anger down a notch, maybe?"

"Take my anger down? No way! I'm pissed, I'm such in this hell hole because you decided to pull me away from my life to convict me of a crime that I didn't even commit! There's no reason that I should be here today. I mean, yeah, I've done some illegal and stupid things in my life but that wasn't tonight!" I defended quickly. I hotly debated the idea that he might try to use that statement against me. For emphasis, I added. "Everybody does illegal stuff at one point or another, though, and this time it wasn't my fault! I don't see how you can do that without any solid evidence. Maybe I got the wrong purse."

"That just happened to have all of your contents in it?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Correction: all my contents plus weed." I nodded.

"It was cocaine." He corrected.

"Fine. Correction of correction: all my contents plus cocaine." I stubbornly replied. "Look, I had to revise my correction statement, which I'd typically have too much pride to do, so why would I do it on purpose and pretend like I didn't remember the drug. I've never even had the slightest interest in cocaine. I never wanted to sell drugs or take them. Well, I mean, I've tried smoking marijuana but cocaine's a whole other level." I confirmed. "Besides, at this rate, marijuana won't be illegal after much longer, I believe. Too many people are trying to get it approved. It'll be legalized within the next ten years, I bet."

"Maybe so. But, for now, let's talk about your sleeping conditions." Darien offered, before turning to Andrew. "I was thinking that, since she's required to spend tonight in jail, that you'd lock the two of us in here. She doesn't want to be alone and I don't have the heart to do it. I'm sure it's not supposed to happen, but I have a soft spot for tiny little blondes." The man spoke and Andrew nodded knowingly. So the man had a soft spot for blondes? This could be used to my advantage….

"We'll be sure to get you out of there early in the morning, Dare, before anybody finds out." Andrew concluded. "Just…" he eyed me over, "don't do anything that I would do. Make sure you contain yourself, just this one time. Seducing an inmate sounds like bad news bears."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, now lock us in." Darien waved him off as he led me into the cell with him. I held onto his arm in the small cubical area. I felt an unpleasant presence being in the area and I absolutely hated it. I wanted out of the damned place, now.

"I guess I'll see you two bright and early in the morning."

"Great." I mumbled as the door shut and the man locked us in. I eyed the bed in the room cautiously before moving my way towards it. If there was a best place to hide in this place, it was in the bed, and I was tired anyway. I ducked under the top bunk to crawl in. Darien made his way towards the small ladder but I reached out and grabbed his muscular bicep, trying to contain the feeling that shot through my body. "Oh no you don't! If I'm going to be stuck here then you're going to lay right beside me so that I'm blocked between you and the wall. This way, at least, they get to you before they can get to me."

He laughed warmly and set my nerves on end, in a good way though. I felt like my entire body was buzzing in happiness as he agreed and dropped his perfect form to lie down next to me. Taking off my boots, I threw them over Darien and onto the floor while he did the same with his own boots (his being a steel-toed black ankle-length ones though). I saw his dark figure take off his bothersome hat before he turned on his side to face me. "I hope you don't mind, this is the side I always sleep on. If you're not comfortable, though, I'm sure I could manage to sleep on my other side for just this one night."

"No, I don't mind at all." I sighed blissfully, despite the fact that he was the one who put me in here.

"Goodnight, jail bird."

"Night, jerk."