The First Case

Ron gently caressed Vivian's hair as she lay on the couch. Earlier, he took her inside the shop. Though common sense dictates that they stay and wait for the police but it was more prudent to get her out of sight just in case those who planted that bomb were sticking around to make sure she was dead.

He placed her gently on the couch and was about to leave to check the area when she grabbed his hand, unwilling to let go. There was a silent plea in her eyes that he could not ignore.

With a sigh, Ron smiled and knelt beside her, but she guided him towards the couch and rested her head on his lap. He couldn't move even if he wanted too. He really needed to look at the scene but she came first.

He didn't know how long they stayed that way. He had heard sirens ages ago. The commotion woke the whole neighborhood and it wouldn't be long before the whole of Middleton knew of the explosion. How he wished he knew what was going on.

A few weeks ago he saved her from being mugged. But was that event and this related? Who would want her dead? He needed answers and hoped he could solve this mystery before anything bad could happen.

He turned on his phone and dialed the only one he knew who could get him answers.

"Ron! I was worried! Are you okay?" Wade asked as soon as he picked up.

"We're fine," Ron said in a quiet voice. "Listen, Wade. Is our line secure?"

"Always," Wade said in concern. "But I'll beef up the encryptions. There. We're good."

"Thanks. Wade, someone blew up Dr. Porter's car."

"What!" Wade was shocked. He had heard about an explosion while he was scanning the frequencies and was shocked to hear that it was close to Ron's Café. But this was news. "Is she okay? Wait. You said "we" earlier. She's with you?"

"She's safe for the moment. What do could you get about the explosion?"

"Preliminaries are sketchy at best. I couldn't get the entire report yet, I'll call you when I have something."

"You rock Wade," Ron smiled. As he hung up, he heard the approach of a V8 engine. He frowned for he knew that sound. He had left his lady with the girls since they had no way of getting home. By the way it was driven, he also knew who was driving. Double declutching on the corner and skidding to a halt before reaching the underground parking of the Café, there was only one person who would treat her lady like that.

"I've got to talk to Bonnie about driving my personal cars," he sighed as the door leading to the garage opened and out came three distraught ladies.

"Ron!" Tara called out while searching the premises. Frantic, she became looking inside the office and then the kitchen. Monique and Bonnie, on the other hand, were rather scientific in their approach.

"Ronnie?" Monique called out as she walked towards his favorite spot. Being the only one who knew the layout of the café, she found him easily. And when she found him, she smiled at the sight that beheld her.

"I told you it was nothing," Bonnie said as she took a deep breath. She was surprised to see a beautiful woman asleep beside him, using his leg as a pillow.

"Ron!" Tara almost shouted as she sprinted towards him but paused as she saw Vivian asleep. Instead of being deterred, Tara slowly went towards him and hugged him for dear life.

"I'm okay, T," Ron assured her but the former cheerleader didn't let go. Instead, she sat on the couch's armrest and hugged him. Ron draped his free arm around her mainly for support. Emotional and balance since she may fall if she moved.

"Damn, Stoppable. I hope you've got endurance," Bonnie teased as she sat on the opposite chair and took a slice of chocolate cake.

"What happened?" Monique said as she sat on the other single chair. "We heard that there was an explosion near the café and rushed to get here."

"Which reminds me," Ron said, forestalling the question. "Bonnie, next time please be gentle with my lady." Ron's tone brook no argument.

"Whatever," Bonnie sighed but she knew she had to be careful in the future. From Tara's stories, he loved that M5 more than anything. He seemed to have developed an attachment with it.

"Someone blew Dr. V's car up," Ron said when he was certain that Bonnie understood his concern.

"What?" Monique harshly whispered. "Who would…" Someone suddenly knocked at the door. Frowning, Monique got up to answer it seeing that Ron had his hands full.

Looking at the window, she saw a very familiar silhouette. Cocky, arrogant and damn sexy, it could have belonged to one person.

"We're closed, Shego," Monique said as she opened the door just a bit.

"Monique?" the raven haired goddess blinked. "Is Stoppable there?"

"Personal or business?" Monique asked.

"You wouldn't let me in either way, would you?" Shego smirked. Monique only smiled and stood her ground. "It's personal." She decided that Shego wasn't there to cause trouble. She let the woman in and locked the door. Monique led her to where the group was and as soon as Shego saw Ron, she smiled.

"Do I have to take a number?" she asked making Ron blush. Her smile grew as she looked around her. She never knew that he liked diversity. But by the way the blond that was hugging Ron was hugging him possessively, she knew it would be an all out catfight if she took him for herself. "Where do I sign up for membership," she said making Monique smile.

"I'll give you my number and we could work something out," Monique said making Ron look at her in shock.

"Mon!" he grated. The last thing he wanted was a Ron fan club. Chuckling at his expression, Shego sighed as she got a seat from one of the nearby table and placed herself near him.

"Though I would love to see where this conversation is going, are you okay?" she asked him with deep concern. "Are both of you okay?" she looked at Vivian's sleeping form and was glad that she doesn't seemto be hurt.

"We're fine," he said, looking at her curiously. "What was that about?" he nodded towards the commotion outside.

"I couldn't tell. All hush-hush and all that," Shego smiled and took a piece of cake. "But since I'm off the clock… is she asleep?" she nodded towards Vivian's still form.

"I'm awake," Vivian's quiet voice came as she turned to face them. She still was lying on Ron's lap but didn't look like she would move away from it any time soon. "Just shaken."

"Tell us what you know, Shego," Ron said as he continued to caress Vivian's hair. "We could ask Dr. V for fillers later."

"Very well," Shego sighed as she got comfortable. "Global Justice is involved in this investigation. It came to their attention that someone wanted what Dr. Porter here was working on. They made their first move weeks ago, tampering with her car and making sure it would break down. They were going to make it look like a common robbery. Somehow they found out that Dr. Porter carried her files with her wherever she went."

"But is this related?" Tara asked as she slightly turned to look at Shego. "I mean, if they wanted the files, why blow up her car?" Ron felt Vivian still at the mention of her close call.

"We don't know," Shego sighed as she looked at the robotics expert. "GJ's looking for you. They want to bring you in for protection. That's all I could get. An arrogant SOB kicked me out of the scene saying that I'm not a real agent and had no clearance to ask such questions."

"Will Du?" Ron asked. He was the only arrogant SOB that he knew who was in GJ.

"Yeah, him," Shego snarled. "The nerve of that man. I report directly to Dr. Director and he treats me like a rookie."

"Are you going to take me in?" Vivian asked, looking at her with tired eyes.

"I didn't receive any orders," Shego smiled as she placed her plate on the table. "And since midnight, I'm on my month long leave. As far as I'm concerned, as long as you're safe then you could do what you want."

"And why do I get the feeling that you're going to volunteer your services in keeping her safe?" Bonnie smirked as she leaned back on her backrest. She knew Ron well enough for her to say that. Ron wouldn't leave someone in distress. Not if he could do anything about it.

Ron merely smiled as he looked at Vivian and then at Tara. "Are we still good for later?" he asked her.

"I need to get the keys from the realtor," Tara said.

"Good, better get some rest, we have to get up early in the morning," Ron said but couldn't since Vivian had turned around and snuggled closer to him and Tara sat herself on his lap, carefully avoiding Vivian's head. She snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Blonds have all the fun," Monique quipped a little jealous but amused at Ron's discomfort.

"Ladies, be reasonable," Ron pleaded but was ceremoniously ignored.

"Time to crash," Bonnie said as she stood from her seat. "Got anything resembling a bed here, Stoppable?"

"Office," Ron sighed as he shifted in his place, trying to get as comfortable as possible. "Sofa bed." Monique stretched, arching her back like a cat, and stood up as well.

"Better get some shut eye," she said as she walked towards the office. "What are we going to do in the morning?"

"House hunting," Ron said, finally giving up and just wrapped his arm around Tara. Man he was going to be stiff in the morning. In one way or the other.

"Next time, Stoppable," Shego smiled seductively and followed the girls. "Mind if I tag along?" Monique looked at her deep in thought. But she smiled and nodded.

"Only if you behave," Monique smiled and motioned her to follow. Ron looked at the retreating girls with confusion. Back at high school he couldn't get a date to save his life but now he had more than he could handle.

"And why do I get the feeling that conversation meant something else," he pondered at Shego's question and Monique's invitation. "Good night, ladies," Ron called out.

"Later, Stoppable," Bonnie smirked as she entered the office.

"Night," Shego said, still amused at Ron's predicament.

"Sweet Dreams, hot stuff," Monique waved and blew him a kiss.

"Good night Tara," Ron said as he kissed her temple. Tara only cuddled further as an answer. "Good night, Dr. V. I promise, I won't let anything bad happen to you."

"Thank you," Vivian said, closing her eyes. It was weird, someone was trying to get her but she felt relaxed and calm. Was it because of him? If this is how he made others feel it was no wonder they wanted to get closer. If to have him she'd have to share him with others who shared the same affection that she had, then this wasn't so bad.

She felt him gently caress her cheek. It was nice. She felt treasured. Most of her dates wanted to get into her skirt but Ron… Ron just wanted to make her feel special.

She smiled as she slowly drifted to sleep.

Ron, however, couldn't describe what he was feeling. Euphoria was one. Every man dreamt of having beautiful women in his arms. So far, if he had read them correctly, there were five women who wanted to be in his arms. And two of those women hinted that they wanted to explore his Ronness more.

Then there was agony. Due to the positions of the two blonds, Ron had trouble moving. Thus he was having trouble fixing his erection. He didn't want to disturb the ladies but still, he tried to wiggle it to a comfortable position.

Tara's eyes opened as she felt him move. Though she liked her position, she was worried that Ron was uncomfortable. Sitting up, she looked at him, concern etched in her features. "Am I heavy?" she asked.

"No," he said kindly. "Not at all. You hardly weigh a thing."

"Then why are you fidgeting?" she asked.

"I'm trying to get into a more comfortable position," he smiled, ignoring the pain his stiffness was making.

"May I help?" she asked. She liked sitting on his lap but not on his own expense.

"Well," he blushed. "You could stand for a moment. I have to fix something then you could go sit back down if you wish.

"Fix something?" Tara asked. Her leg suddenly brushed his groin and it became clear to her what needed to be fixed. She blushed as she looked at the source of his problem. It may be too bold for her but with all the women around him, she should take a chance.

Tara's hand brushed his erection making Ron groan. He couldn't move his leg with Vivian's head still on it but was curious to see what the usually timid Tara would do. Smiling shyly, she felt him through his jeans. She was surprised to find that he was considerably large. She had never seen one in real life before. She had only seen those in a porn movie that she and the girls secretly watched back then and even those were exaggerated.

"Please don't" came Ron's whispered plea. Tara looked at him disappointed and saddened. Didn't he want her? Wasn't she beautiful enough? Her worried were for naught when she heard his next words. "I don't want to make a mess of myself. It'll be hard to explain to the rest."

"Hard to explain that I seduced you and made you come?" Tara boldly said.

"Ok, it wouldn't be that hard to explain," Ron conceded but still protested. "But still, it wouldn't be fair to them," his voice was strained as Tara gently moved his enlarged member to a more comfortable position. Ron sighed as he felt relieved that he was more comfortable. However, Tara's hand was tracing his largeness through his pants.

He was in both heaven and hell. Tara was tempting enough but with her touching him like that, he might lose control.

"This may be a stupid question but have you been with any women other than Kim?" Tara asked as she continued her ministrations.

"No," he answered honestly. "But according to Monique I was too dense to notice women throwing themselves in front of me." Tara giggled at that. It was true. She never found a person that was denser than him.

Tara smiled as she snuggled back to her original position. Though she stopped caressing his manhood, she couldn't stop her heartbeat as it raced from her excitement.

"Ron, may I ask a favor?" Tara asked.

"Sure," Ron sighed. He didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved that she stopped touching him. He didn't want her to stop but he didn't want to disturb Vivian. He cursed his weakness. He though he was a better man but he had just gave in to temptation of the flesh. If this kept on, he would really be in trouble.

"When you buy a new bed for your room, could I… test it with you," Ron took a deep breath to calm himself. That statement could mean a lot of things but all of them meant that she would be joining him in bed.

"Sure," he said in a strained voice. Tara was a nice girl. Maybe she just wanted to cuddle.

"I call second," Vivian suddenly said as she raised her hand and wrapped her arm on Ron's abdomen. Tara laughed quietly and closed her eyes.

"Um, yeah," Ron blushed. He was relieved that his blush channeled his blood away from his manhood, calming him considerably. Now four of the five women in the shop wanted to pounce him if they got the chance.

"Tara, note: Get strong bed for master bedroom," Ron whispered in her ear.

"King size!" Bonnie's voice came from the office followed by the chuckles of Monique and Shego.

Tara giggled from his soft breath on her ear and smiled.

"Noted," she said as she drifted to sleep.

Ron smiled as he looked at both Tara and Vivian. He saw their sleeping forms and noticed how lovely and defenseless they looked. He then turned his head to where the office was located. He was sure that Shego, Monique and Bonnie would protest to be called defenseless but he wished he could see their sleeping forms.

He was contented that they were safe and happy. And he would do everything in his power to keep them safe.

And to hell to those who wished those close to him harm.

///M

End of chapter

A/n: What do you think, grammar errors aside? Anyway, is it safe to put the hardcore stuff in FF? Anyway, please review. Thanks again.