As per usual, I love every single one of you. Your reviews are my life source! So, there may be some characters who enter into this story at one point or another, one in this chapter, that people don't like in the show. Now for the sake of my story I need more characters than just our core ones. So keep in mind that this is AU so the characters are pretty much just here for me to play with :) Also, several of you have given me suggestions of what to put into my story and I love them! I will try to incorporate them, just might not be for a few chapters. You guys get a bit more about the drama in the club in this chapter too! Enjoy!

"How's Miranda?" Caleb asked, taking a long drink from his beer.

"She's good," Wren grinned. He glanced down at his own beer, the smile turning almost dopey. "She's, uh..." he took in a deep breath. "She's actually pregnant." Caleb's eyes widened.

"What?! Pregnant?!" He grinned at the British man opposite him.

"Yeah," Wren laughed as Caleb reached over the table to clap his friend on the shoulder. "Yeah, it was a bit of a surprise."

"A good surprise?" Caleb asked, his hand still squeezing Wren's shoulder.

"Yeah, it was," Wren looked down ruefully. "I mean, we only just brought the place, and mortgage is a killer, but when I think about a little boy or girl with her eyes running around the place..." he grinned and Caleb noted he actully looked a little teary-eyed. "The stress is gonna be worth it." Caleb nodded.

"And you know you always have us, we got your back," Caleb tilted his head to the side. "Although count me out for diaper changes."

"I'll keep that in mind," Wren smiled and tipped his beer bottle in his friends direction. Caleb clinked the neck of his bottle against Wren's and they drank together. They were quiet as they people watched. The club was full, and there were people tangled in a mass on the dance floor. The two boys had a booth at the back by themselves, and despite the fact there was enough room for eight people and there were a lot of people standing and waiting for seats, no one dared to sit with them. A girl came by and replaced their drinks, before moving away with a wide, fliratious smile. "So what about Hanna?" Caleb felt his body still at her name.

"What about her?" Caleb asked, playing dumb.

"Come on, man," Wren leaned back in the booth, watching his Vice-President. "I know there's something going on there."

"Eh," Caleb gave a one-shouldered shrug. Wren's eyebrows went up and he leaned forward, both hands cupping his bottle of beer.

"Nah, nah," Wren shook his head. "I haven't seen you like this around a girl ever before." Caleb's jaw tightened. "You watch her whenever she's in the room, you stare down the hallway even when you can't see her anymore. I haven't seen you with anyone in weeks—and that's saying something." Caleb gave another shrug. It was true, apart from CeCe just after he met Hanna, he hadn't been with anyone else. He didn't want to be. "And don't think that excuse the other morning worked. She is always on time, and when I drove home the night before, I saw her car parked up at your place."

"She came over for dinner," Caleb protested lightly.

"And how many times did she come after that?" Wren smirked.

"You gonna raise a child with that mouth?" Caleb sneered.

"Damn right I am," Wren grinned. "And that mouth is gonna make that childs mother happy over and over and over again."

"You're a sick man, Wren Kingston," Caleb shook his head, laughing. He had hoped that he had successfully steered the conversation away from himself and Hanna, but Wren's face composed and he stared back at Caleb pointedly. The dark haired man took another drink from his beer and looked around the club, letting out a long breath through his nose. "You're not gonna let this go are you?"

"Nope," Wren replied. "That girl is cute, and she is smart, and she sure as hell would give you a run for your money in any verbal argument."

"I don't doubt that for a second," Caleb muttered.

"So what's your problem?" Wren asked, shaking his head.

"No problem. Just..." Caleb locked his jaw. "I don't know if she's after anything serious."

"Who gives a shit?" Wren narrowed his eyes. "I've never seen you not go after something you don't want. And with the way you look at her, you really want her."

"Yeah, yeah," Caleb shook his head. "I've had enough of this shit."

"Hey, speaking of your girl," Wren nodded his head in the direction of the crowded bar. Through the masses of people dancing a familiar blonde head was making her way over to the bar, waving down one of the girls to get a drink. She was wearing a silver dress that hugged her breasts and flirted with the tops of her thighs, threatening to expose the lower curves of that perfect ass Caleb now knew was more than a little sensitive. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't stop the response she had on him; he felt his expression relax and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She said something to the woman behind the bar, and a shot glass was slid across the bar. Hanna threw it back, winced and then laughed, throwing down coins for the shot and turning around. She made her way through the dancing people to a guy who was waiting for her and held out a hand. They talked to each other over the music before he tugged on her arm, toward the dance floor. "You know who that is?"

"Why would I know?" Caleb grunted, finally pulling his eyes away as she began to dance with the guy.

"Just wondering," Wren shrugged. While Caleb studiously ignored the two, Wren was more than happy to study their office girl who the tall, brunette. There was nothing sexual about the way they were dancing—not that they weren't touching. She had her arms around his neck and every now and then he would drop his hands to her waist and pull her in close. But there was no grinding, or rubbing up against each other, it didn't look as though they were trying to get in one anothers pants.

"I'm gonna head out," Caleb broke through Wren's concentration. "You coming or staying?"

"I'll come with ya, man," Wren agreed, getting up from the booth. "We gonna at least say 'hello' to her?"

"Nope," Caleb muttered, making his way through the crowds and to the front door. Wren noticed that Hanna was no longer dancing. He glanced around to catch a glimpse of her but couldn't. It wasn't until they got outside that Wren shot a smirk in Caleb's direction. Hanna was sitting at one of the picnic tables outside that was reserved for smokers, along with the guy she was dancing with and also the girl who had opened the door for him when he had carried Hanna into her apartment. And she was currently sitting on the lap of the guy, kissing him intently, while Hanna smoked her cigarette and looked in the opposite direction.

"Don't think she's with him," Wren grinned. Caleb snorted but when Hanna looked over at him with a surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile back at her.

"Hey, guys!" Hanna piped up, her voice a little louder than necessary. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright; she was clearly drunk. Her two friends broke apart and looked up at the two men. The guy took in their vests and patches and then smiled broadly at them. It was always a step in the right direction in Caleb's books, when meeting someone for the first time, that they didn't close down immediately when seeing their patches.

"You must work with Hanna," the guy shifted the girl off his lap and held out his hand. Wren shook his hand first, and then Caleb did. The girl bounced up and grinned at the two of them.

"Ooh, I remember you from the club and bringing home Han unconscious," she smirked.

"Caleb," he said.

"Aria," the girl said, tilting her head to the side. "And this is my boyfriend, Ezra." Caleb let out a sigh of relief quietly that he didn't realize he had been holding, although he really should have known that Hanna wasn't involved with the guy the second they had come outside.

"And I'm Wren," Wren added. They stood in an awkward semi-circle for a few moments longer before Caleb shoved his hands in his pockets.

"We were just heading off," he said. "It was good meeting you." He reached forward and kissed Hanna on the cheek, nodding at Ezra and Aria. "I'll see you later."

"See you Monday, honey," Wren smiled broadly at the couple and kissed Hanna on the cheek as well.

"Bye," Hanna grinned at them both as they started walking away. Caleb couldn't help but glance back over his shoulder as he reached his motorbike and a warm feeling filled his stomach as he saw Hanna staring after. Their eyes met, and she smiled at him, poking out her tongue before turning on her heel and following her friends back into the club.

"Something's not right," Eric was tense, and pacing. It seemed as though that had been happening a lot lately. It was the reason that Caleb had to keep leaving work, to try and calm him down. He locked his jaw, watching as his President walked to the window, and then back to the table, tapping it with his fingers. "No one knew about the drop off. No one except a couple of our boys and them. What the fuck happened, Caleb?" Caleb's shoulders hunched and he shoved away from the table.

"What the fuck do you want me to say, Eric?!" Caleb snapped. "We know that something wrong is going on here. That's why you're here in my house, and we're not talking about this at church."

"We gotta figure out what the fuck is going on," Eric spun around again, storming into the lounge. He had obviously heard something that Caleb had missed as he glared out the window.

"What?" Caleb snapped, opening the sliding door as he lit a cigarette.

"It's your blonde office bitch," Eric growled. "What's she doing here?" Caleb was as surprised as Eric, but he didn't let that on. Anything out of the ordinary would probably set Eric off and that wasn't what they needed right now. "You fucking her or something?"

"Yeah, or something," Caleb muttered, taking in a deep breath. He took in a long drag of his cigarette before walking to the front door to meet Hanna. She looked gorgeous, as usual, her eyes were bright and her smile was surprisingly wide, and she had on this tight, faded yellow dress that made her look like a drop of sunshine. But he couldn't deal with her right now, and as soon as she saw his face she seemed to read that something was wrong. "Babe, now isn't a good time."

"Yeah, uh," she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Yeah, sorry, I shoulda called."

"No," Caleb put an arm around her waist. "You show up whenever you want to, okay? But now isn't a good time."

"Okay, I'll just see you later," she tried to disentangle herself from him but he forced her closer so that he could kiss her firmly on the mouth. She immediately stopped trying to struggle against him and relaxed into his kiss. When he pulled away, she blinked up at him, her big blue eyes expressive and if this was any other time, he would have thrown the Prez out and dragged her inside.

"Are you okay?" He asked her earnestly. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I am," Hanna replied. Caleb raised an eyebrow questioningly, wondering why she was there, but decided against pushing it. Honestly, he was just glad that she was there.

"Come over tonight. I'll cook you dinner."

"I can't," Hanna winced. "I've got dinner with my mum."

"After that."

"She lives in another city, so she stays over when she comes in for business," Hanna looked apologetic but Caleb really didn't care. He needed her. He needed her to be in his bed when he was winding down from all the shit he was dealing with right now.

"Babe," he growled.

"I'm sorry," Hanna shook her head.

"Tomorrow night." Clearly she heard the finality in his voice because she quickly nodded. "And bring clothes for work the next day, so you don't have to rush off in the morning."

"Yeah," Hanna murmured.

"Good," Caleb kissed her once more, careful to keep his lips closed and the moment short, because if he felt her tongue against his, he wasn't going to be able to stop himself. Hanna smiled at him one last time and turned around, walking back to her silver car. She hopped inside and turned it on, and Caleb couldn't help but feel his mood lighten as he heard the girly pop music she listened to start playing loudly. He turned back inside as she reached the end of the drive way, once again faced with Eric, who still looked pissed but like he had calmed down a little bit.

"What, she yours now?" Eric asked, tilting his head to one side.

"I'm not sure," Caleb replied, not wanting to discuss this for the second time in a weekend. Eric watched the silver car merge with traffic before looking back at his second in charge.

"You might want to put word out if you're serious about her," Eric advised. "She's a hot piece of ass, and if the guys think she's free game—"

"She's not," Caleb glared at Eric. "I've got this shit under control, right? Now let's talk about what we don't have sorted." Eric bristled and he nodded shortly.

"Right."

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