A/N: Here it is at last, the sequel to "Edge."

I am so excited to go back to these characters again.

Majority of the credit goes to FuckTheReaper, who convinced me to go forward with this.

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McCarran International Airport (LAS) is the main hub of Clark County. Tens of millions of travelers (many of them tourists) who flock to Las Vegas annually must go through this large airport. What made LAS unique is the 2,000 plus slot machines. Jade West was working the slots for almost four hours. It took some searching but Tori Vega, her girlfriend, tracked her down with the help of TSA. Fortunately for her, the security had a sense of solidarity to the LAPD captain.

But collecting her girlfriend proved easier said than done because during those hours, Jade was consuming drinks. And apparently, the more you lose the more you drink. And the more you drink (and continue to lose) you get very loud.

"Babe," Tori sighed angrily while tapping Jade on the shoulder. "About time I found you. Let's get a move on."

"No," Jade flinched. "I'm finally starting to turn this thing around." The pale woman unabashedly gripped the lever and pulled it down. The reels spun wildly until settling on two apples and a "BAR". Jade kicked the machine and growled in disgust, her black hair strewn over the gambling contraption like a blanket.

"Tell me," Tori started. "How much did you start with?"

"Three hundred and fifty," Jade replied muffled through her buried face.

Tori rolled her eyes. "And how much do you have left?"

"Thirteen dollars."

"Alrighty," Tori sighed, attempting to lift Jade off her stool. "Think its time to walk away, hmm?"

Jade put down her must recently finished drink on the top of the machine.

"Why don't you get lost while I make my comeback, hmm?"

Tori rubbed the inside of her cheek with her tongue, surveying the situation. Suddenly it flashed into her mind what she had to do. But she was going to give Jade one more chance to go quietly.

"Are you going on the plane, or what?" Tori's hands on her hips.

"No!"

Tori got a grip of Jade by the neck with her arms and brought them close to her chest. Jade's arms and legs flailed like mad until her movements became more and more somber. After a few seconds, the dark-haired woman went limp in the arms of the half Latina. Tori then began to exit the casino, dragging Jade along with her.

The road of a nearby plane taxying in snapped Jade from her slumber. Once she opened her eyes, the bright Nevada sun glistening off the white of the jumbo jets blinded her which forced her to turn her head. Immediately, she was eye to eye with Tori.

"Hey, sleepy" she grinned cheerily.

Jade cracked her neck. "You used that sleeper hold shit on me again, you bitch."

Tori studied the Goth's face, realizing what started as a question turned into a full accusation.

"Yeah, what of it?"

Jade raised an eyebrow. A small part of her had to admire how incredulous her girlfriend has gotten since high school. She had the wherewithal to be a first class pain in the ass bitch if the situation called for it. That didn't mean she had to like it nor stand for it.

Tori had only done that sleeper hold on Jade once before. Again, she was drinking. It was the night of Thanksgiving and the pair went to go Black Friday shopping that night. Jade was still buzzing from the wine at dinner (which was late). Tori just wanted sparkling cider; she wasn't that much of a drinker but Jade insisted on something as sweet but harder.

So to compensate for the alcohol content in her system and being tired from helping cook dinner; Jade decided to compensate by drinking two Red Bulls - one before they left, and one on the car ride over. The combination made Jade into an irritable (more so than usual) but functional zombie. After a fight broke out between Jade and a very large soccer mom over a $250 iPad mini - Tori, being the nearest police compared to the security at the mall, was forced to step in and diffuse the spat before it turned violent. With one deft move, Tori turned a belligerent Jade into a docile one.

A former MMA fighter joined the force and taught the beat cops some unarmed combat techniques for non-violent subduing. Ironically, Tori didn't have to use her teachings in the field. Just with her lover. Fortunately, the academy taught Tori the "firefighter" method to carry a full grown man over her shoulder. Jade's form, luckily, was a meager 140 pounds soaking wet.

Jade woke up about an hour later, hung over and without her coveted iPad mini. Naturally, she was really pissed at Tori for essentially knocking her out and right now on this Southwest flight to Los Angeles brought back some rotten feelings.

"I'm sorry Jade" Tori giving the sad doe eyes. "But I had to do it. You were causing a scene."

Jade leaned in. "I. Was. Not."

"Excuse me, Miss" a male flight attendant smiled at Jade. "But the captain had turned on the fasten seatbelt sign."

"Thanks, Steward" she gritted her teeth. "But I can understand a blinking symbol."

"Jade, please" Tori whispered.

The flight attendant cleared his throat and stood straight. "I'm sorry but I need to let the captain know that everybody..."

"First of all, I don't give a fuck" Jade pointed in defiance. "Second, he's not in the military - quit calling him captain, he's a fucking pilot! And third...what good is a seatbelt. It's not a car - its a plane. If we crash into the mountains and are burning alive, what could would a seatbelt be?"

"And that's when they kicked us off the plane," Tori told Jordan in the B terminal.

Jordan and her husband Nathan joined Tori and Jade to go to Las Vegas for a crime investigation convention that lasted three days. Over the course of that time, Tori and Jordan were privy to the latest in urban pacification techniques, scientific analysis, profiling algorithms, and other hot new tools. There was even a representative from Wired magazine who unveiled the first operational prototype of a drone; a flying robot with surveillance equipment to be eyes and ears for the police and FBI.

This was all incredibly fascinating for the two cops but their significant others were beyond bored sitting in their hotel rooms. And now they were all trying to get home when this happened.

"Can't you get on another flight?" Nathan suggested. "Maybe a different airline?"

Tori turned her head toward Jade who was sitting at the end of the row of chairs, arms crossed.

"We could but we are stuck. You see according to FAA regulations, an outburst on a plane gets you barred from flying all that day." Tori pointed to her girlfriend. "But in her case, she was added to the NO FLY list."

"That sucks," Jordan said suppressing a giggle.

"And as much as I would love to fly back home and send little miss sunshine on a greyhound to L.A..." Jade shot daggers at Tori. "I guess I just love her too much."

"I'm honored," Jade sneered.

Nathan chuckled. "I guess you're grounded young lady."

The man immediately was on the receiving end of a "look that could kill" from all three women and he just as quickly stopped smiling.

"So what do we do now?" Jordan asked.

"We?" Tori replied with a question.

Jordan nodded. "That's right. I don't think its right to leave you guys stranded."

"That's nice," Tori smiled. "But we can always rent a car."

"Wait a minute," Jordan's face lit up. "I just got an idea."

"What?" asked Nathan.

She turned to him. "Babe, doesn't your sister live about an hour or so away?"

"Uh, yeah" he nodded. "Over in Flagstaff; where we grew up."

"Right," Jordan grinned. "So, I thought why not make it a road trip for the four of us?"

Jade was suddenly standing nearby the trio. "Wait, we're going to Arizona now?"

"What do you think babe?" Tori asked. "I'm still on vacation for three more days."

"Anything to do in Flagstaff?" Jade asked Nathan.

He shrugged. "Depends on who you ask."

The pale woman rolled her eyes and stared at the redhead who suggested the who excursion.

"And once we're there," Jordan added. "We are only about three hours from the Grand Canyon."

"I've never been there," Tori mused.

"I thought that was in Colorado" Jade replied.

Jordan shook her head. "The Colorado River runs through it but its located in Arizona."

Jade exhaled and slouched her posture.

"Eh, what the hell. Let's go check out the big hole."

Ira Murray was chained against a wall, blood on the left side of his face was beginning to dry.

The creaking open and slamming shut of the door at the top of the stairs made him stiffen.

"Oh good" said the voice from the darkness. "You're still here."

He finally came close enough for Murray to see him. He had a small box in his hands. Looked like the kind a watch would come in.

"I'm afraid that it didn't work."

All Murray could managed was an inaudible moan.

"I'm sure to do better next time," he grinned.

Murray looked down and saw inside the box, on a bed of cotton, was his severed left eyeball.