A/U: Thank you so much to the few of you that did review. It means a lot and makes me want to keep writing. Standard disclaimer still applies from Ch.1

Steph and Tash returned to the pool table where Peterson was waiting.

"I was beginning to think you were trying to ditch me, Feisty." Tash walked up to him and walked her fingers up his chest. Steph, Cal, and Les watched Peterson's eyes fill with a scary lust.

"Now why would I do that, when I know I've got you waiting for me?" She leaned in closer and spoke into his ear, still making sure everyone could hear her. "I just wanted to get some condoms from Lizzy for tonight. That way we can leave whenever we want." Tash was practically purring in Peterson's ear, and he was enjoying it way too much for the likes of Lester.

"Well why don't we head out after this drink? I got you another while you were away." He picked up the drink and handed it to Tash. Just before a few of the guys were going to tell her not to drink it, that it had been drugged, she let it fall through her fingers and onto the floor. Peterson's eyes widened in fury.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry." She started giggling a little. "I guess maybe I've a few too many." He seemed to calm down a little as she stroked his arm. He figured she was probably drunk enough to get out of the club.

"That's ok Feisty. There's plenty more. Would you like another, or would you just like to go to my place?" He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. He was eager to get her alone. Lester could tell, and his jaw and fists clenched in rage.

"Let's go a head and go to your place. Just let me say goodbye." She turned and walked towards Steph, who was doing a great impression of a fish. She hugged Steph and spoke into her ear. "Wish me luck." Steph forced a nervous smile and wished her luck. Tash just grinned and winked.

Tash began leading him to the front door. She noticed a few VERY well built men slightly nod or wink at her. She figured they were part of the team, so she would smile and wink back, acknowledging them. Suddenly, Peterson grabbed her upper arm and steered her to the right. She looked up and noticed the Fire Exit sign above the door. She needed to let them know what was going on. She thought fast.

"I thought we were leaving. Why are we headed for the Fire Exit?" He bent his head to her ear.

"My car is outside this door." His grip tightened painfully around her arm.

"But won't the alarm go off if we go out the FIRE EXIT?" She kept stressing the words to let the guys know where they were headed. The problem was, there were two fire exits; one where a few people went out to grab a quick smoke, and one that virtually no one went out of.

"The alarm is off so smokers can go out. Stop asking so many questions." He was beginning to get rough, and she was getting fed up. When the guys heard that, they all headed towards the door where the smokers went. She heard Ranger in her ear.

"I've got teams on the way, just hang tight and try to stall him." She rolled her eyes knowing that trying to stall him was only going to piss him off, but she might as well try. When they got to the door, she gave it one last shot.

"Wait. We never did have that dance." Peterson was seriously irritated now. He shoved the door open, pulled her through, then slammed her up against the door. She didn't see the guys anywhere and correctly assumed they were at the other door. The guys all heard the wind get knocked out of her and Peterson's cold voice.

"You're never getting away from me now. Don't EVER roll your eyes at me again BITCH."

Everyone took off for the opposite door when they heard a the scuffle start. As they were running, they heard grunts, groans, the sound of punches being landed, and flesh hitting flesh. Lester, Cal, Ram, and everyone else inside was running for the door as well. Just as they reached the door and everyone else came around either side of the building; they all heard their earpieces crackle to life with Tasha's voice.

"Stay down." They heard her say through gritted teeth and gasps for air.

When they all finally arrived, they were not prepared for the scene before them. Clay Peterson was face down on the ground and Tasha's high heel clad foot was pressing on the back of his neck. Peterson opened his eyes and started bitching and trying to get up again.

"Will someone get this crazy bitch off of me for chrissake!" Without missing a beat, Tash bent down, grabbed a handful of hair, and jerked his head up. Her voice was laced with venom.

"I said stay down asshole. Shut up, stop moving, and behave. If you don't, I will let you up; but it will be for round two, and I won't be pulling any punches or kicks this time." She shoved his head back down and looked up at everyone, staring at her. "Uh...is someone going to cuff this douchebag? I'd like to have a couple of shots now." Everyone shook off their daze. Ranger stepped up.

"Zip, Zero." The two stepped up. "Cuff him and take him to the cop shop. Come back when you're done, so we can all have a night out. They both answered in unison.

"Yes sir!" After they cuffed and stood Peterson up, he looked straight at Tasha with murder in his eyes.

"You fucking bitch. I'll get out. I will come for you, and I will make you beg me to kill you." Tash turned, walked in front of him, and nearly stared a hole straight through him.

"You wanna piss blood for longer than you're already going to?" She made like she was going to hit him again, and he flinched. She just chuckled. "Pussy. Don't threaten me...ever. Oh, and I'm going to give you some free advice. They REALLY don't think much of sex offenders in prison. Be very careful if you happen to drop the soap." She smirked and patted him condescendingly on the cheek.

When Peterson was finally gone, she reached down her top and pulled out the mic. Then she pulled the earpiece out and placed them into Ranger's outstretched hand.

"Sooo...do I need to make a statement or anything, since I beat the shit out of him?" Ranger shook his head in the negative.

"No. They'll just chalk it up to him resisting." Tash nodded, then looked at Steph and grinned.

"Well then, shall we dance?" She raised an eyebrow, turned on her heel, and walked back into the club without a backward glance. She had basically left them all standing there thunderstruck. Some of the guys muttered. Who the hell was this woman? Steph started giggling.

"I don't know who she is, but I love her!" She looked around at the guys. "What's the matter guys?" Cal swallowed hard.

"That is one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my entire life." Woody and Binkie could only say one word.

"DAMN!" Tank shook his head.

"That is one badass little lady." Ram grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Jesus Christ! She's smart, funny, sexy as sin, feisty, and she just beat the shit out of a skip. She's got everything!" Poor Hal could only blush. Bobby piped up.

"I should probably check her over for injuries." Lester glared at everyone standing there, except Steph.

"Don't any of you get any ideas. I saw her first damnit!" He got this odd, bewildered look on his face. "Dios, I think I'm in love!"