Longer chapter. Two people reviewed -_- The story has 100 hits... If you hate the story that much maybe you should leave a review expressing your passionate hate? Seriously should I continue this? or what? But still thanks to those that left a nice little review =D it's nice to get feedback.

I don't own Cowboy Bebop... Nor the Lady Gaga song that inspired this fic. That belongs to Godga herself.

Out of all the things she was addicted to, bathing had to be the best. There was not a single time in Faye Valentine's life where a crisis occurred that she did not resolve while showering. Really, all her best thinking was done in there. The water was hot, just as how it should be. But then again Martian summer were some of the hottest, and no one was taking warm showers these days. Not Jet or Spike… Spike he seemed to be the main character in her story as of lately. And as much as she'd like to throw herself at him she wouldn't. Sure she'd been pining like a fool for almost two years, but they were complicated. Things could never be clear-cut with either of them, it was in their nature. So who could blame Faye for being suspicious of Spike's intentions. For all she knew Faye was the rebound girl. He was probably still in love with his dead ex-girlfriend, and thought Faye would be a good time; just another floozy to pass the time with. Well Faye Valentine was no idiot, and she wasn't about to play second fiddle to anyone.

Just thinking about it made her angry. Turning the shower off, she dried herself off; pulling on her outfit. Although she couldn't help but wonder who Spike had run off to see in such a hurry, she should have gone. She made her way to the commons, maybe Jet had something to keep her busy.

"Where'd Spike go?" Jet asked, looking up from the vid screen.

"Deimos. He didn't tell you?" she raised an eyebrow in question.

"No, what's he going to Deimos for?"

She shrugged. "Said he had to go see someone". Jet nodded, returning his gaze back to the screen, there was a bounty.

"Is that for me?" Faye grinned.

"Smallest of the small fry" he conceded, "You up for it?"

"Always" she answered.

A warm shower, Spike in her bed, and now a bounty. Today was turning out to be a pretty damn good day.

It was raining when he arrived in Deimos, story of his fucking life. He really shouldn't be here but the idiot in him couldn't stay away. He was here on syndicate business. Yeah I know what you're thinking; Spike! What the fuck?! Didn't you just die again for mixing in that business?. Well… yes. But that was the past, the old him, the ancient ways of the syndicate. It was different now, or at least he thought.

Beep Beep Beep

The communicator on the swordfish rang out a shrill sound. "I'm here" Spike said, announcing his arrival.

"There's a small diner at the edge of town, I'll send you the coordinates"

"Yeah" Spike said, pulling out his pack of cigarettes from his jacket. "Is anyone else with you" the other man asked.

"No" he inhaled the lit cancer stick, "I'm alone"

"Good, meet me in 15 minutes"

The comm single faded. Now no one ever accused Spike of being the brightest bulb in the building, and he knew that meeting with a syndicate member was bound to turn into some sort of fight. But Robin; the man he was supposed to be meeting repeatedly assured Spike that nothing was going down. But still, it didn't stop that sinking feeling in his stomach when he thought about it. The ride to the diner was fast and he arrived first. The place was nice, had good food and the antique jukebox in the corner was playing Tom Waits. He took a seat in one of the booths towards the back; but it was irrelevant. If the Dragons wanted to keep tabs on him, no diner booth could stop them; no matter how hidden it was.

"You gonna order a drink sugar?" a gum-popping blonde waitress asked, snapping Spike out of his ill reverie.

"Coffee. Sugar no cream"

"Be right back with it" the blonde winked, she was flirting. Maybe he could get a free meal out of it. Seconds later she was back with a steaming cup of coffee, her ruby lips smiling seductively.

"Here you are sugar" she said, placing the cup in front of him. "Thanks" he smiled, flashing a set of perfect white teeth. The girl was kind of cute, and he was just flirting no harm in that.

"Are you here by yourself? Or you waiting for someone?" she asked curiously.

"I'm waiting for someone." he responded. Years of crafting the perfect flirtatious attitude came pouring out in that one sentence. He'd always been a flirt, it helped his ass in lots of ways; usually by getting him out of sticky situations. And Vicious did always say that one smile from Spike and a girl would be willing to harbor a delinquent. His allure came handy.

"That's a shame" she pouted, "Y'know I get out of here in a couple hours… maybe we could-"

"Spike" the blonde was interrupted by Robin. "I see you arrived early". Upon seeing the suit, the waitress quickly ran off. Big, moody guys wearing suits weren't usually a good thing around here; especially those wearing trench coats. It was never a good sign.

"So what is it you want to talk about?" Spike asked.

"Always straight and to the point" Robin smiled, "No wonder Mao was always talking about you".

"I'm a frank kind of guy" Spike grinned.

"Right" Robin cleared his throat, "The dragons have been in a state of complete chaos, no direction whatsoever", he paused.

"The issp has been victorious in shutting down many of our businesses, and if this goes on much longer, the red dragons will be reduced to a group of unorganized thugs".

"So? Why bring me into this?" this wasn't good at all. "I thought I was out. Or have you forgotten that day?".

"Exactly, you've been the only person to successfully bring down the red dragons. And in one single day!" he exclaimed.

"Why'd you ask me here?" Spike questioned, "It sure wasn't to reminisce over the past, what the hell do you want?" he could feel his jaw clenching and unclenching, he was antsy. He wanted to hit something.

Robin's clear blue eyes stared at Spike, a long minute stretched to an eternity. "We want you to take over" he finally said, the weight of that one phrase hitting Spike like a thousand bricks.

What had started as a good day had suddenly taken a turn for the worse. Not only had the ship been empty of any sort of caffeine drink, but the red tail had been lacking fuel. Forcing Jet to drop her off at the station. And now the stupid bounty had gone hiding in some crappy apartments, if she wanted the money she'd have to look. With the glock secure in the back of her shorts she began searching; she knew he was in here somewhere. A sound to her left alerted her to his presence. He'd gone into a room.

Slowly she walked in, making sure to make her steps as quiet as possible. Cautiously she pulled her gun, this was going to be easy. Another noise and she turned back. There he was Adonis Starvos, a petty thief with a cool bounty of 3 million woolongs.

"You're a bounty hunter" he said.

"And you're the bounty" she smirked back.

"You won't turn me in" Adonis said confidently, she was Faye Valentine she had luck on her side.

"Sure about that?" her perfectly arched eyebrow raising in question. He nodded slowly before charging against her. Was he crazy?! She had a gun for fucks sake!. Shots rang out as she fired at him, but he was quick and managed to dodge them all. He reached her and with a fist managed to knock her on the ground. She groaned as she felt blood flowing out of her noise, that fucker had hit her pretty hard. She stood and landed a kick on his chest, she was about to deliver a punch when he took hold of her arms.

"Let go!" she yelled, his hands digging into her arms.

"You're very enticing miss bounty hunter" he leered, pushing her against the adjacent wall.

"Go to hell" she ground out, desperately trying to free herself. He smirked at her comment, shoving her to the floor along with him. He lay between her thighs, one hand groping and touching the naked skin there.

"Get off!" she tried to kick him off, but he was so much bigger than her. Faye was strong but certain men would always be much stronger, it wasn't an even fight.

"Oh yeah baby, I like it when you do that" he said, referring to the way she moved to free herself. She tried to kick, and scratch, and hit; but his body was bulky and didn't allow for much. And his grubby hands groping and touching wherever he pleased, she was done for.

"Why don't you scream for me? I like it when girls scream" he said lowly, his hands going to the waistband of his jeans. It made Faye want to throw up, how many other girls had he done this to?. One hand moved to her wrists, holding them both; while the other worked on the zipper of her shorts. His knees painfully digging in her thighs as he spread them. No. No. No. This wouldn't happen to her! It couldn't. If she could only get one clear shot at the asshole… her gun. Her gun! But where the fuck was it?. She whipped her head around looking for the only thing that could save her, it was just above her confined wrists. Now if only her hand could reach…

Alright so you're probably thinking WHAT THE HELL??!!! Faye's a tough chick, that wouldn't happen to her!! These kinds of things happen to women everywhere and it doesn't matter how fit they are. When panic sets in there's only so much one can do.

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