A/N: Okay, I know I said that I was thinking bout going to chapt 15, but this story is moving a little faster then I expected so uh, I might let it go up to 11 chapters. Oh & thank you 4 the reviews.

Later that night, at The Life Café, Maureen and Mimi are sitting at the bar, already high, having drinks, laughing, having a good time.

"I swear, her eyes were red. She was smoking something! I mean, is that all she does all day, blazing away in her office?" Maureen laughs.

Mimi laughs along. "She better be careful, she might start fire, burning away a case. And what was with you two getting freaky when I'm right there?"

Maureen sips her beer. "Please, I saw you watching. Besides, sex usually makes her less frustrated."

Mimi chuckles. "Doesn't it for everyone?"

"Anyways, what was with you making all that racket in the kitchen? Why didn't you just leave?" Maureen questions with curiosity.

"I got thirsty and hoping to get some water, opened up the wrong cabinet." Mimi chuckles again causing Maureen to roll her eyes. "So I have a question, is Joanne always that loud?"

Maureen shakes her head. "No, she usually doesn't get that pissed-"

"No, I mean, you know, when you two were, you know." Mimi sips her drink.

Maureen catches on. "Oh! Oh yeah! We were just getting started so you can only imagine how loud she gets." She laughs and drinks her beer.

"Sounds like someone's good with their hands." A voice intrudes onto the not so private conversation, being that they were quite loud.

Maureen and Mimi look over at the mystery voice and it's Carol, wearing a fitted red dress that stopped the middle of her thigh, looking seductive with a grins that would kill. Her red hair flowing down her back catches Maureen attention.

"Well someone's quite nosey." Maureen responds, smiling back.

"Well with a conversation like that, you just can't help but overhear. Besides, didn't seem like you ladies were talking secret." Carol takes a sip of her beer.

"I have to pee." Mimi announces unaware of her loudness. "The little girls' room is screaming my name." She walks away.

Maureen shakes her head. "So, is this your first time at the Life?"

Carol shakes her head. "I've stumbled in, once or twice. I'm guessing you're a regular?"

Maureen grins. "Baby, I'm anything but regular." She stares at her company, thinking. "You know, you look familiar."

Carol clears her throat. "I uh, guess I just have one of these faces."

Maureen squint her eyes a little. "I don't know. You ever been to The CatScratch Club?"

Carol stays calm. "I've stumbled in a few times."

"I take it you stumble a lot." Maureen takes another sip.

"So, you seeing anyone?" Carol playfully smoothes her index finger onto Maureen's hands.

Maureen grins, but it slowly fades as she squints a little harder at Carol. "Wait, I do know you! You're the hot secretary! You work for Joanne!"

Two hours later, outside of Joanne and Maureen's apartment, Collins walks up to the front door and knocks.

Come in Collins. A voice from the inside calmly invites.

Collins turns the doorknob and walks in. The apartment is dark, except with a few candles light around the room, giving off a dim glow. He enters the living room and sees Joanne in a black suit with a hat, holding a glass of brandy in on hand and a cigar in the other, while sitting in her Lazy Boy. He notices a chair sitting in the middle of the room.

Collins grins, but also feeling slight creepiness in the room. "Let me guess, role play for Maureen?"

Joanne grins back. "Mmm, actually I'm here to talk to you." She holds up her glass. "Brandy?"

Collins waves his hand. "I'm more of a stoli kinda guy."

Joanne raises her cigar. "Then a cigar might relax you."

Collins walks over, and grabs a hold of a fresh cigar Joanne pulled out. "Don't mind if I do."

"Please, take a seat." Joanne gestures towards the chair in the middle of the room. Collins takes a seat, pulling out matches to light his cigar. "So how are you Collins? You enjoying yourself?"

Collins looks around. "Um, why am I here?"

"You talk to Maureen right on a daily basis right?" Joanne takes a sip of her brandy.

Collins nods. "Yeah, pretty much."

"You two are pretty close I might add. Like brother and sister." Joanne takes a puff of her cigar. "I mean, you share a lot together."

Collins clears. "Yeah, you can say that?"

"Secrets, I'm assuming secrets as well." Joanne takes another sip of her drink.

Collins becomes nervous. "Secrets? Um, Jo, I hope you don't take this the wrong way but ah, are you on meds?"

Joanne hesitates, but lets out a low chuckle. "Mr. Collins, you amuse me, but I know you know who Maureen is seeing."

Collins points at himself. "Me, wait, Maureen isn't seeing any-"

"Don't test me Mr. Collins. I'm not one to be tested." Joanne cutting Collins off.

"I don't know-"

"Collins"

"Okay, okay. I'm not normally the one to sell her out but, you're really freaking me out. You're not holding are you?"

Joanne sets down her brandy and crosses her legs. "Continue"

Collins nods his head. "Nobody was supposed to get hurt. It wasn't supposed to go that far."

"What wasn't supposed to go that far?"

Collins takes a deep breath and exhale. "Maureen and Mimi. Mimi and Roger got into this huge fight and called Maureen to talk. One thing led to another, but that's all I know."

Joanne looks down with agitation. "I see. You're free to go Mr. Collins."

Collins slowly rises from his chair. "You're uh, not going to uh, tell Mo bout this are you?"

Joanne looks up at Collins, and grins. "You name will not be leaked out Mr. Collins."

A/N: OMG! Really? I'm just as shocked as you are! lol.