Disclaimer: Who am I kidding? Fox is giving us another season so I'm calling a truce. For now. They'd better look after our boys...

Author's note: Thanks for all your supports guys. I'm touched that you care so much about my little fic. It still surprises me that anyone is reading it!

Guerrero reached the airstrip only a minute before Chance. There was no sign of Bateman and his heavies yet. Guerrero had been quite close by when he'd got Winston's call and Chance had been able to take shortcuts inaccessible to the minivan. Guerrero knew he didn't have much time before they showed up.

"Hey dude." he called to Chance as he turned off the engine of the stolen bike.

"I hope you're here to help, I'm not in the mood to kick your ass right now." Chance kicked out the stand, and slowly dismounted.

"Winston told me what happened. Dude… I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Lousy timing I guess. I know today was important for you. Shouldn't you be…?"

Guerrero dropped his gaze to the floor. Chance could see that his friend's decision to be standing here by the airstrip had not been taken lightly and came at great personal cost.

Guerrero shrugged, staring back at him again with expressionless eyes.

"I'm kinda worried about you at the moment, buddy. Winston said you were in bad shape, might not be up for the rough stuff right now. Is that true?"

"Winston is an old woman."

"True, but that doesn't answer my question. Are you really up for another fight with Bateman's men? I heard the last one ended with a knock out."

Guerrero looked at Chance standing there, hands balled in to fists, his jaw clenched. He thought he could detect a slightly unfocused look to his eyes and his feet were further apart than his usual stance. An attempt to compensate for the instability caused by dizziness? It looked as if Winston might have been right, Chance was suffering from a bad concussion and was not fit to fight.

Did he even bring a gun with him?

"I know I fucked up, Guerrero. I need to put his right." Chance made a move to push past Guerrero and head towards the six seater Cessna waiting on the runway. Guerrero grabbed his arm.

"It wasn't all you. We all made mistakes today, Chance. Don't do this to yourself. You can't handle this right now."

Guerrero saw the punch coming in plenty of time to get out of the way. Chance didn't seem able to adjust when his blow failed to connect and he stumbled.

"No way dude. There is no way I'm letting you go after Bateman right now. Get in the car."

"No!" Chance tried to shake his head, but that just made him more unsteady.

Guerrero slipped behind his disorientated friend and slung his arm round his neck in a choke hold. Even in his weakened and dizzy state Chance put up a fight and it was a close thing whether or not he'd be able to dislodge Guerrero before he passed out.

"I'm sorry dude. This is for your own good." He grunted as Chance managed to jab him in the ribs with an elbow. "I can't risk tranqing you when you have a head injury."

When he was sure Chance had passed out, he checked his pulse and breathing, and manoeuvred him in to the back seat of his car. He took care to lie him on his side in case he vomited, and handcuffed him to the place where the front passenger seatbelt was anchored to the chassis of the car, in case he woke up. He threw a blanket over him, taking care no to obstruct his airway. On any other day Chance would have been out of the car before Guerrero could even shut the door.

Guerrero hated seeing Chance so messed up, so vulnerable. He needed to buy his friend some time to recover. Then they could handle Bateman properly.

Bateman was relieved to see there was no sign of the car that had been following them on the freeway when they pulled up at the airfield. There were a handful of cars and a motorbike but no sign of Chance, his driver or the vehicle they'd been riding in. It was unlikely that they would have got here before him anyway. People who considered themselves good guys tended to pull over when you threw people out of a speeding vehicle, dead or alive.

His nerves were still jangling from his run in with Junior. He'd been an admirer of his work for years, before he went all good-guy of course. He'd rather not have gone up against him over this Cartwright problem and was rather disappointed that he'd been so easy to neutralise. That was the problem in letting your feelings get in the way of doing your job. It was a shame though, such a waste of talent.

Bateman was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice the look on his panic ridden pilot's face until he was only a dozen feet away. Guerrero stepped out from behind the pilot, his gun still pressed to the man's head. Bateman's men went for their guns, but Bateman signalled for them to hold their fire.

"Guerrero." he said by way of a greeting. "It's been a while. Just so you know, I can get another pilot, another plane too if needs be."

"I know dude. I just wanted to talk."

"So it's true, the runt of the litter is still running around after Junior."

Bateman watched him carefully to see if the insult got a rise out of him. It didn't. Guerrero just smiled.

"You got me there dude."

"What do you want Guerrero?" The small man was making him deeply uncomfortable. Bateman had hired him in the past to provide intelligence on a very persistent vice detective, purely white collar hacker stuff but he'd heard rumours that Guerrero much more dangerous than his size suggested.

"I'm here to warn you, dude. You've seriously over played your hand."

"How so?" Bateman asked, his stomach knotting.

"Well, let's just overlook the fact that you just murdered the grandson of a seriously old school family orientated mob boss, a kid that also happens to be the son of a very important dude who has all the big boys in LA on speed dial. Putting that aside, you made this shit with Chance personal. Seriously dude, calling him Junior to his face? Implying that you and the old man are best buds or something?"

Bateman felt the blood drain from his face.

"You are small fry to my previous employer and you know it. That's why you didn't kill Chance when you had the opportunity. You're scared of the old man!" From the look on Bateman's face, he saw he'd hit the mark.

"And killing the kid? Chance is never gonna let that go. That dude takes his responsibilities very seriously."

Guerrero enjoyed watching as the true severity of the situation dawned on Bateman.

"You probably should get yourself a different pilot. This one's broken." With that Guerrero shot the pilot in the foot.