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The door to the interrogation room swung open as Clark made his way out, slamming it shut behind him. Whitney and Captain Sawyer looked over to him from their places in front of the viewing window. Sawyer had a slight smirk on her face. "Impressive Sheriff Kent, I can't tell from here because of the table but I think you might have actually made him wet himself."

Clark sighed, his hands fumbling with the rolled up cuffs of his sleeves. "Nah, he's been twitching like that since I snapped his kneecap and dragged him in here."

She raised an eyebrow, looking at him sternly. Whitney stepped in at that moment. "In all fairness to the bossman here, Billy's a timid little one, it couldn't have taken that much force to just pop it in half." He snapped the pencil he was holding to further emphasize his point.

Captain Sawyer turned back to the window. "So, did you find out any more information?"

Clark nodded and sat on the table across the hallway. "One of Edge's factories was working on a cheaper form of heroin, using chemicals to cut it down further and try to spice up the high. Only problem is, if it's done wrong, it becomes an extremely volatile substance."

"How volatile?" Sawyer asked, turning from the window.

"Apparently if you had a burrito for lunch you weren't supposed to be around the stuff just in case."

Whitney snickered and Sawyer just rolled her eyes. "Boys."

Clark held back his own smirk. "Anyway, they needed some place nondescript to get rid of it, and unused farmland in the middle of nowhere seemed like as good a place as any. But Edge wanted to make it easier to cover his tracks, so he wanted to buy the land. He's been tying it up in litigation and trying to sneak it out from under Hubbard's son."

Whitney shook his head. "So what can we do about this?"

Clark looked up at the window. "I'm gonna find out where that lab is, and then we're gonna compare it to whatever is buried on Ol' Ben's land. And somewhere in the middle there, I'm gonna knock the hell out of Van McNulty just to sweeten the pot." He hopped down off the table and headed to the door. "He's actually being pretty tightlipped about some of the details, you wanna help out with this one Whitney?"

The deputy just grinned. "Sure. I figure I owe him for getting me shot at this morning."

They both moved to the door when Captain Sawyer spoke up. "Gentleman, you know that I am not in any way allowed to let you intimidate or threaten a witness."

Clark looked at Whitney and sighed. "Captain Sawyer, my mom has some fresh baked cinnamon buns in the break room, and you've had a pretty long day. Isn't it about break time?"

She raised an eyebrow before grinning and walked away without a word. Whitney turned back to Clark. "Good job, now let's go to work."

Billy looked up to see the two men walk into the room, both glaring at him. He sunk down deeper in the chair. "What… what are you both doing in here?"

Clark crossed his arms over his arms. "We need some more information from you. And you're not being as forthcoming as you should be. So Deputy Whitney and I would like to invite you to play a game Billy."

He looked skeptical. "What kind of game?"

Whitney smiled. "It's called 'Guess Which of My Former Fellow Officers Who I Betrayed and Almost Got Killed is Beating the Shit Out of Me'. But we're on a tight schedule, so we're going to sudden death rules Billy." Whitney reached his hand out to the light switch, and Billy whimpered when the room was suddenly pitch black. "This round is played in the dark."

No one walking by outside could see what was actually happening in the room, but the screams and slams were a very good indicator that it wasn't good for the traitor.

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Lois and Captain Sawyer were talking in Clark's office when the two men walked back in, streaks of blood across their shirts. "What the hell did you do to him?"

Clark looked back at Lois before stripping the shirt off, showing the large bruise on his back from the close range shotgun blast the vest barely stopped that morning. "When you re-break a nose, it bleeds a lot more. He's still alive. He's just really clumsy, he fell down."

"A lot." Whitney threw out there, pulling the stained t-shirt off and grabbing the clean one he'd gotten out of his desk.

Sawyer sighed. "Did we at least find out anything else we can use?"

Clark went to sit down at his desk… only to find Lois in his chair. "Ummm. Excuse me?"

She just grinned. "You're excused. The captain asked you a question though."

Rolling his eyes, Clark easily picked Lois up and took a few steps before tossing her through the air and watching her land on the sofa with a bounce. Sitting down in his chair, he kicked his boots up onto the desk with a groan and clasped his hands behind his head, sighing happily to be back in a familiar spot after his long day. "We know where several of the factories are. And we know where Edge stays around here at the moment while he's trying to buy the land."

"And did you happen to ask if he knew who the mole on my force is?"

Clark nodded. "He does in fact know... both of them."

Sawyer stared at him.

Clark stared back.

Frustrated, she threw her hands up. "Well who is it Sheriff Kent?"

Clark shrugged. "I don't know," he said, glancing over at Whitney with a grin. "We kinda figured you'd want to ask him that yourself."

Sawyer looked shocked at that, but her expression slowly melted into a slight grin. "You know, I might just do that." She pulled off her coat and laid it over a chair before heading to the door.

"You might wanna take Lois. If anyone could scare the hell out of him it's her, and she owes him for all this."

Captain Sawyer glanced at the woman on the sofa. "But she's a civilian. That's a serious breach of conduct and we're already skating the line here Sheriff."

Clark reached into a drawer and tossed something at Lois. She grabbed it out of the air and looked to see a badge with the official Smallville seal on it. Confused, she looked at Clark.

"You are hereby duly sworn in as a Deputy of the town of Smallville, Kansas. Second?" He glanced at Whitney who raised his hand. "All in favor?" Clark, Whitney and Sawyer all motioned. "It's official. Have fun Deputy Lane."

Lois grinned even bigger than she did when she got to drive the Charger. "It's like Christmas! Without drunk uncles and crappy sweaters!" Clipping the badge onto her jeans, Lois and Captain Sawyer left the room.

After a few moments of silence, Whitney looked over at Clark. "Maybe that was a bad idea. What do you think they'll do to him?"

Clark shivered. "I don't even want to think about that."

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Lois and Sawyer came back a little while later, both grinning and breathing hard.

Clark looked up from the file he was going over. "Is he still alive?"

"Of course he is, what do you think we are, amateurs?" Lois was still smiling as she hopped onto the sofa again.

Clark held his hand out to her.

Lois looked at him, putting on her best innocent face. "Something I can help you with?"

He snapped his fingers. "Give it back. That was just temporary, and I figured you deserved a little payback on him too."

Lois pouted. "But do you know what I could do with this? The places I could get into? The stories I could break?"

Clark nodded. "Exactly. Now give me the badge."

With a huff she took the badge off and tossed it to him. "Fine! Don't let me have any fun!"

Clark put the badge away in the desk and looked up at the captain. "So what did you find out from him?"

Captain Sawyer sat down across from the desk. "I know who the moles are. And… I guess if I look at it from an outside point of view it makes sense. It fits." She shook her head. "I'll handle that, if you don't mind?" Clark just nodded. "What do you want to do about the factories?"

Clark looked over at Lois. "Can you get the information from the other reporter, the records that prove the paper trail all the way up to Edge's company?"

She nodded. "He owes me a favor, I'll have it by this afternoon."

Clark clasped his hands as he leaned on his desk. "Well, I say we get a sample of the waste on Hubbard's land, his son still owns it technically, so he'll give us the ok. We get into one of those factories, find the same waste, and that gives us cause to go after Edge. Metropolis PD is better equipped to go after the factories, so you and your people take them, and when we get the word from you, my people take the house Edge is hiding out in around here. How does that sound to you Captain?"

She nodded. "That sounds good. When were you thinking?"

"We get the sample tonight after dark, and with the paperwork we're prepared to go into the factory. I say we hit at dawn. Even if he has security measures in place they're more likely to be lax in the early hours."

Lois grinned. "I like this plan."

Clark glanced over to her. "Good. Because this is as far as you're going with it."

Her jaw dropped and she just stared. "What? You promised me the story!"

"The story yes! Not going headfirst into a possible deathtrap. You'll be on the outside, you can have whatever you need to get your story, but you are not setting foot on those grounds until it's all clear, understand me Miss Lane?"

She didn't respond, choosing to glare at him, nostrils flaring.

Whitney stood up. "Well, I think I need to go check on my wife and kid. Captain Sawyer, if you want I can show you our equipment, see if you think we need anything else in particular for the raid."

Sawyer recognized the out from this tense situation the deputy was offering her, and took it. "That sounds like a good idea Deputy, let's go." They were out of the room quickly, pulling the door shut.

Lois stomped over behind the desk, leaning right into Clark's face. "What the hell are you trying to pull here Kent?"

"I'm not trying to pull anything. I'm laying down the law. You're staying out of the line of fire until its all clear, understand me?"

Her anger seethed out of her in waves. "As much as the women around this little town might get off on this whole 'Knight in Shining Armor' routine you have going, I don't need a great protector, I can handle myself!"

Clark stood up to his full height, glaring down at her. "Yea, and I guess if I hadn't been there you wouldn't have ended up on the floor of that parking garage, just like Jimmy huh?"

He didn't even see her hand coming so focused on her, but he definitely felt the hard slap as it rocked him, twisting his head to the side. Turning back to her his eyes burned brightly, showing that she had pushed him even farther across the line than ever before. "What the hell was that for?"

"I don't need to be protected, and I don't need you getting all caveman on me. I've done fine by myself, and I'm not just going to bow down and be a good little girl because you think you have to hold my hand Kent! I don't need you!" She poked his chest to emphasize every word.

"Well that sure as hell hasn't stopped you from wanting me has it? Or did you forget your little show in the back hallway there?" Her expression flickered at that reminder. "Or wait, maybe that was just part of your game, getting in good with the local yokel so you could get on the front lines of a story? Hell, if I had dirt on Lionel instead of Morgan maybe I could have gotten a blow…"

He caught her hand when it came at his face this time. "You only get away with that once Lois."

Her body shook with rage. "I am not one of those Cat Grant sluts that would do that for a story. And if you really think that of me after all of this, then you can go fu…"

Lois found herself thrown onto Clark's desk, his arm sweeping everything aside. She felt his strong body moving atop her, pressing her down against the hard wood… "Well, the other hard wood at least" ran through her mind before his lips were on hers again, kissing her hard, hungrily. Her hands moved over his back, pulling up on the shirt and feeling his hot skin. He grunted when her hands moved over the bruise but he didn't stop, pressing his body tighter against hers. Lois almost bit through her lip trying not to moan out when he did.

Clark didn't know what he was doing, he just let his body go on autopilot. He was tired of being careful and staying back, keeping his distance and just concentrating on the job. He gave in to his instincts and his instincts said he wanted this woman, he needed her… more than air… even more than his mom's pies. The feeling scared the hell out of him, but he wasn't running this time. He growled against her neck as he ground against her body, the aches and injuries of the last week screaming at him, but he wouldn't listen. Right now she was his, and he was taking her.

Lois felt big rough hands move down her body, pushing at her jeans. She lifted, helping him, while her own hands pushed at his. Clinging to that ass she had caught herself staring at so many times she pulled him closer, a breathless moan escaping when she felt him again with one less layer between them. "Oh god… Clark."

He broke from biting at her neck, fiery blue eyes meeting hers. "Call me Smallville."

She looked confused. "What?!"

He shrugged. "I don't know why, but I liked it. Do it."

She slid her hands back up to his neck, burying her fingers in his hair. Pulling him down to her she whispered in his ear. "Take me… Smallville."

Clark grunted and she felt him throb against her, making her moan. Clark reached between them and ripped her panties away, tossing them aside. Lois whimpered, knowing no matter what she said the caveman machismo turned her on, when he did it at least.

Clark kissed her deeply again, guiding himself to her. Lois' legs locked behind his and her hands moving back down to pull him in. "Take me… please!" she whispered.

Clark pulled back, staring into her eyes. He never looked away, never looked away from her eyes when he thrust, taking her.

Lois' back arched under him, her teeth biting down on his lip when she felt him inside. So perfect… so hot.

Clark was moving immediately, wanting to savor her being overtaken by primal need. He grunted with every move, driving himself deeper.

She whimpered, clinging tighter to him, feeling all of him against her, in her and around her. "Oh shit… yes… please…"

Clark sped up, growling as he watched her… her face twisting, contorting… for him. "Lois… oh dammit Lois…"

She buried her fingers in his hair. "Yes… do it… don't stop."

He couldn't have if he wanted to… and he definitely didn't want to. Gritting his teeth Clark thrust harder… deeper… if even possible.

Lois felt it coming so close. "Oh yes… Smallville… yes!!!" She buried her face against his shoulder, biting his skin, feeling it rip and cascade through her body.

Clark fell over the edge, driving into her once more and burying himself, just letting go. His entire body so tense he thought he heard the wood of his desk crack under his hands, a far away sound.

The only noises in the office were their gasps for air. Clark started to move a bit later but she clung tighter to him. "No. Don't… just don't move yet."

Clark turned his head to look at her and nodded. Pushing himself up just a bit, he stayed there with her.

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Captain Sawyer and Whitney sat at his desk, staring at the closed door. "It's really quiet now, do you think they killed each other?" she asked.

Whitney shook his head. "Nah, that was a pretty nasty sounding fight, but if they went for the kill we'd have seen red splatter on the blinds as pissed off as they sounded."

Sawyer just nodded.

Whitney turned back to her. "So you said you knew Clark before all of this?"

She nodded again. "I didn't realize it when I saw him in Metropolis, he's changed a lot in ten years. But he and some of his friends managed to get fake passes into the Windgate Club on the night we did a raid a long time ago."

Whitney coughed, sputtering on the soda he was drinking. After finding his voice, he looked at her, astonished. "The… the strip club?"

She just grinned and nodded.

Whitney sat up and pulled his notepad out of his pocket. "Ok, I need all the details. I'm looking for a raise when my kid hits kindergarten, this is my ticket."

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A while later Clark opened the door to his office and stepped back to let Lois out. She grinned at him and bumped into the door when she tried to walk out of it. "Oww. So ummm.. I'll talk to you later about the details for the operation tomorrow?"

Clark nodded and chuckled. "Definitely. But I need to go over some of the details with Whitney now. But umm… dinner later?"

She just nodded and walked off toward the break room.

Clark gestured to Whitney and he hopped up, heading into the office and shutting the door. "What's up boss…" He stopped suddenly, looking around the room. "Something happen in here?"

Clark sat at his desk, trying to reorganize everything. "Nope, we just went over the facts we know so far."

Whitney nodded and sat on the chair across from Clark. "So anyway, Captain Sawyer and I were talking and…" He looked up and noticed Clark's collar was twisted and then he saw… Whitney's eyes went wide. "Is that a hickey?"

Clark looked up suddenly, his hand going to fix his collar. "What? No, it's a bruise… from the attack at my mom's house."

Whitney grinned. "No no no… that's a hickey. That wasn't there this morning!"

"Whitney, shut up."

"Clark got a hickey, Clark got a hickey…"

"What the hell, are you in sixth grade or something?"

Whitney snorted. "Just admit it bossman."

Clark sighed. "Can we just discuss the operation for tomorrow?"

Whitney held his hands up in surrender. "Ok ok. What kind of firepower you think we need for Edge's safehouse?"

Clark pointed at the weapon's cabinet. "I grabbed what I think we each need to have on us at least, maybe a couple of specialized weapons posted around the grounds."

Whitney stood up and walked over to the cabinet, writing down what he saw laid out… until he got to the second pistol. "Uhhh bossman?"

"Yea?"

Whitney held up the glock… the glock that had a torn scrap of flimsy fabric hanging off of it. "Does this qualify as a specialized weapon post?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.

Clark looked over at him and froze. "That uh… that can be explained."

Whitney looked shocked, holding his hand over his mouth. "Clark Jerome Kent! What would Mama Kent say?"

"Shut up Whitney!"

"Did anyone ever have the birds and the bees talk with you? I mean, I know I was out of the country, but I hope someone still thought about it…"

"I'm warning you Whitney!"

Whitney put the gun down and walked over to the desk, spinning Clark's chair to face him. "Just tell me… did you remember protection? And I don't mean the Kevlar this time."

"THAT'S IT!"

Everyone outside stopped, hearing things being tossed around inside the Sheriff's office and Whitney screaming out now and then. "Ok ok, I was kidding! Put that down! AHHHH WEDGIE! WHAT IS WITH YOU AND PEOPLE'S UNDERWEAR TODAY!"