Authors' Notes: So I lied, well, mostly because we made good progress tonight on the next part sooo here's another chapter. Also a quick reply to a review-

Garine: Hopefully we'll have Face, Murdock's and Hannibal's LJs up soon :). And don't get too excited for that sexy time just yet as you'll see in this chapter lol.

And in light of this review we'd like to inform you all that we cut back to just character LJs only, well and the Series comm. :) So please if you have an LJ feel free to add them as friends and follow or join the Series comm.

Now then, sit back and enjoy chapter 2.

"I don't think a statue would do much of that..." Face murmured, sliding his hands up her exposed flesh, warm and smooth. He let her deal with his shirt, keeping his palms firmly against her skin.

His hands left a warm trail across her skin as she got rid of his shirt and leaned in, nipping and sucking at his muscled flesh, "No it couldn't and I'd miss the warmth." She admitted before running her tongue across one of his nipples before biting it lightly.

"So would I." He let out a soft gasp as she worked her mouth over his chest. One of his hands went down to deal with his pants as he moved, slightly awkward, knocking against one of her hips.

She pulled him back towards her bed, her legs bending as she bumped back into it. Her hands slid up his chest to his neck and pulled him down towards her, over her as she shifted back while meeting his lips with her own.

Finally naked, Face nudged her down, then up towards the pillows. Kissing her was like falling into softness, her bed plush and inviting, like her whole body, "You have no idea how much I missed you..."

She shifted her hands between them, her hips arching up as she slipped her underwear off and let it sail across the room, "I think I can feel how much." She smirked and ran her fingers lightly across his length. She liked touching him, it gave her momentary dominance over the man who with just a look and a touch could make her want him so badly it hurt.

Face hissed with pleasure and closed his eyes, leaning down for another kiss, hot and hungry, before leaning back and running a hand up her thigh. "It's -"

Suddenly, from his pants across the room, came the distinctive ring that told him Hannibal was calling.

Talk to corporate - like a boss!

Approve memos - like a boss!

Lead a workshop - like a boss!

She shivered as his hand slid up her thigh, her eyes closed, her body arching at his, yearning, "What the hell is that?" Her eyes snapped open and glared in the direction of the sound as she sat up, arching a brow, "Is that your phone?" And then it hit her, "Did Hannibal pick that one or did you?" She asked with a snicker, "And please tell him he has perfect fucking timing." Her tone took on a small frustrated edge.

"Gahhhhhh -" Face let out a few choice words, jumping off the bed and grabbing his phone from his pocket, "Hannibal - I swear to god -" His expression went from anger to shock, "Oh. Oh - I'm sorry, what? Shit. Shit. All right. Yes." He flipped the phone closed and looked at her, "Cold showers. On the double. We have a hot lead."

She let out a groan and sat up, "Perfect." She eyed him then her bathroom and made a mad dash, "Me first!" She slammed the door behind her and locked it fast with a laugh. She knew that he couldn't have put his phone on silent because this was important, but important or not it didn't stop her from making him suffer just a little bit for not thinking about it. Thus she took her time, and roughly ten minutes later emerged in a towel and went towards her closet, "Next."

Face sighed mightily. He'd grabbed a few things, and nodded to her as she headed for her closet, "Pack your things. We've got a flight that we have to take now."

"Where exactly are we going?" She pulled on some jeans, a random shirt and boots, "Did he give you any details for such a quick conversation?" She moved swiftly, stuffing some clothing and personal items into a duffel bag.

"He said there's a plane waiting for us. Apparently Murdock found one practically abandoned at the airport." He rolled his eyes as he turned on the water, "We've got to get there soon."

"Oh this should be good." She muttered, "I'll get the stuff in my car and try not to use all my shampoo and conditioner." She called at him before heading out of her room.

"I don't use - forget it." He sighed and stepped into the shower. Once he was clean and finished, he toweled dry, got dressed, and threw the rest of his things back in his bag, "Bring the take-out. Murdock will be thrilled." He grinned a little.

"Got it." She moved into the kitchen and packed it up, "Let's go." She grabbed her bag she normally used for work, it looked like a laptop bag but it held so much more. Her gun, extra clips, her knives and cuffs and well of course her laptop. Something told her it might not hurt to be connected on this one as she headed down to her dark blue and white mini cooper.

"This is what you drive?" Face jogged after her, bag over his shoulder and hastily shoving things in his bag still as they approached her car in its spot.

"What's wrong with it?" She asked slipping into the driver's seat, "Trust me, there's advantages to having a small compact car." She revved the engine a little then pulled out once he was settled, "Hold on." Her hands moved swiftly with the wheel, turning the small car on a dime and then peeled out and onto the street, one hand moving down to shift the gears.

"I believe you. After all, I've seen you handle larger things. Whoa!" He hurriedly snapped his seat-belt into place, taking note of the way she was driving.

She laughed a little and weaved in and out of what little traffic there was, "And really? You're going to make dirty jokes about the size of my car?" She arched a brow at him before making a sharp and sudden turn to beat the light that was about to change.

"I make dirty jokes about everything." Face pointed out, grabbing on to the side of the vehicle, "Do you really expect me to stop now? It's like Hannibal when he's on the jazz."

"Good point." She mused and got them to the airport fairly quickly, "He's probably at one of the private hangers." She shifted away from the main area and drove out towards the large hangers that made up almost a second but small airport, "And I bet my Mini could kick your Vette's ass any day." She said challengingly as she spotted the jet she was pretty sure Murdock had commandeered for them.

The pilot was sitting on the nose of the plane, relaxing with a large piece of tin foil folded in two places under his chin. Moon bathing wasn't the best way to tan, but he didn't want to look like Face. When he heard the vehicle roaring towards them, he got up - tin foil forgotten - and waved, sliding off and to the ground.

She slid the car into a parking space and let it come to a tire screeching halt, which was entirely unnecessary but she was getting a kick out of Face holding on for dear life, "Hey Murdock." She called out to him, waving back as she got out and grabbed her bag.

Face pried his white-knuckled grip away from the dashboard, grabbed his bag, and hurried out and towards the jet.

Murdock waved happily to her, gesturing a 'come on' with his hand and jumping up and down like a little kid, "Hooo hooo! There you are!"

Hannibal is THE ULTIMATE cockblock. lol.

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