A/N: Fastlane isn't mine. I don't own anything but my ideas.
It was a couple days after Christmas when Deaq had to go back to work. He was the first one to arrive that cold, dreary Monday morning. As he sat on the big red couch with a cup of coffee and the television remote, he heard the door open. "Hey lovebirds, how was Christmas?" Deaq cheered as Billie walked in followed by Van. Van just shot Deaq a dirty look and followed Billie into her office. Billie on the other hand, muttered something that Deaq couldn't make out all of. The only words he heard her say were sex and damn kid. It took a second to figure out what she was saying, but when he did, he couldn't stifle the laugh that followed. "Shut the hell up!" Van barked as Billie walked up to him and bitch slapped Deaq upside the head. "Owe! You could break something doing that!" Deaq hollered at her as he put his right hand up to the back part of his head where she'd hit him. "Yeah, I could break my hand!" Billie shot back with a snicker.
Billie continued to her desk, still followed by Van and this time by Deaq as well. She took a seat and booted up her computer. "What?" She said noticing that Van and Deaq had taken a seat and were waiting for something. "We're bored. What should we do?" Van asked knowing she didn't care what they did, as long as it didn't involve her. "I don't know! Go play whack-a-cop! I don't care!" She exclaimed exasperated. When the baby was old enough to bug her about boredom, Van would definitely have to grow up, she thought. "Whack-a-cop?" Deaq questioned with a wry smile. "Yeah. It's like whack-a-mole. One of you is the whacker, the other is the whackee." She said with a smile. "And just what are we supposed to use as a mallet?" Van asked. "I don't know. I think there is a sledge hammer around here somewhere." She replied with a laugh as she glanced around the huge space. "Let's go box. Beating the crap out of you has to make me feel better." Van said to Deaq with a grin. "Good idea. That sounds less violent than what your girlfriend suggested." Deaq said. "Especially since I'll be the one doing the knocking out!" he said after a pause. "Oh really? You willing to put your money where your mouth is partner?" Van taunted. "Yeah. Forty bucks says I knock you out!" Deaq said getting prideful. "You're on. I hope you have that in tens for me." Van said cockily. The two got up and were ready to head to the basketball court when Billie spoke. "I'm putting twenty on Deaq!" She called. Van turned around and glared at her. "Cute." He snarled as she flashed him a cocky smile.
A couple minutes later, the pair were suited up in the gloves and their shirts had been tossed to the side. By this point, Billie had abandoned her work and seated herself on the hood of a silver Covini to watch. "Damn, he's got a nice ass!" she thought when Van turned his back to her. The match began and after a couple minutes, both men where still conscious. Billie had begun to wonder, "how in the world did Deaq win the bare knuckle boxing match against God, Cyrus-one's crony, if he couldn't even knock out Van?" Still she watched. Van did have a way of moving gracefully, like a panther. "That shouldn't stop Deaq though. He's bigger than Van and should be able to get off at least one decent jab, and at least knock him on his ass. Sheesh. Some men are so afraid to hit each other." She thought. It was then that someone entered the warehouse. "Use an upper cut, Van!" The person yelled. Van glanced up at the person and froze in shock. No sooner did he freeze, than a gloved hand connected with the side of his face and knocked him on the floor. Out cold. Billie quietly snickered as she watched him fall. "Easiest twenty bucks I ever made." She thought. "Hey! Ray Ray, what's up?" Deaq called to the person who entered the warehouse as he grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face. Billie heard the name and whipped her head around. "Oh my god." She said in a barely audible whisper. Within a couple seconds she had eased herself off the car and went over to greet him. "Hey honey! Fancy seeing you here!" She said as she wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug. "Hey yourself!" he said and held her at arms length to look her over. She looked great, but something had changed. What was it. Then it hit him, she was pregnant. "Whoa! You've certainly changed missy!" He said and blatantly looked at her growing belly. "Oh, uh, yeah. That." She said placing her hand on her stomach. Being as small as she was normally, getting pregnant hadn't been overly kind to her figure. She was showing more at this stage than she had seen with any other women she knew, albeit that wasn't very many, but still. "How far along are you?" he asked. "I'll be 5 months on Tuesday. We're due May 10th." She said automatically. "So there is a 'we' in this?" the fugitive asked, sounding intrigued. "Oh shit!" Billie thought as she shot a look at Deaq who had been standing next to her. "Uh, yeah." She said slowly. "Come on, I couldn't very well do this myself could I?" She said deciding to be coy about it.
Just as she finished, Van started to wake up. He sat up and rubbed his cheek where he'd been hit, trying to figure out what had happened. "You okay?" Billie called gleefully when she saw him sit up. "I'm fine!" Van barked at her. "Good then pay up!" She taunted. "Bit…" Van started to say when he saw the reason for Deaq's TKO. Ray Ray gave him that stern "don't talk to a lady like that" look. "What the hell are you doing here!" he yelled at his dad as he stood up. "Why I just came to see my son! Surely that's not a crime is it?" his dad said nonchalantly. "After all the crimes you've committed, I'm pretty sure you know the answer to that!" Van spat back, getting up and grabbing his gun. "Come on man, don't do that!" Deaq said trying to calm his partner down. "Don't do what? Don't put a criminal in jail? Don't make the world a better place?" Van shouted as he pointed the gun at Ray Ray. "Van, I'm not here to cause trouble. I just wanted to see you." The older man said, holding his hands in the air as Van approached him, gun still aimed at his chest. "Yeah right! You've never done anything other than cause trouble why would you stop now?" Van yelled angrily as the muzzle of the gun made contact with his dad's chest. Deaq and Billie just stared on in shock. "Do something." Deaq whispered in her ear. "Like what?" She whispered back through clenched teeth. "I don't know, stop him." Deaq whispered back. Billie took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Van don't." She said calmly. Van just shifted his gaze from Ray Ray to her and then back, without saying a word. "Please. For me." She said, whipping up some tears and choking back a fake sob. Van looked at her as a couple tears slid down her cheeks. He hated to see Billie cry. Slowly he lowered the gun and stepped back. "Okay. I won't do it." He said. Still Billie persisted. She stepped closer to him and held out her hand. "Give me the gun." She said, her voice eerily calm. "What? Hell no!" Van yelled at her. "Van!" She yelled. "Give me…the gun." She said in a sob as a few more tears conveniently rolled down her cheeks. Van watched the tears as the anger in his eyes flickered out then died all together. Slowly he handed her the gun. "There. I'm sorry. Happy now" he said sarcastically. "Very! Thank you!" She chirped all signs of crying having vanished the minute she had the gun in her hand. Deaq burst at this. "My god! Is she manipulative or what!" He said to Ray Ray in between fits of laughter.
Van just glared at Billie. "You owe Deaq forty bucks." She said with a smile. "The hell I do! He had an advantage!" Van said exasperatedly. "Van, a bets a bet." Billie said pouting. "Oh no! I'm not falling for that again!" Van yelled when he saw where this was going. "Fine. I guess you're just a sore loser." She said sniffling. "Fine!" He yelled at her. "Here's your damn money!" Van said throwing two twenty dollar bills at Deaq. He picked up the money and smiled. "Thank you." He said and walked over to Billie. "Here. I think half of this is yours." He said handing her a twenty dollar bill. "Thank you Deaq!" Billie cheered, looking at Van as she folded the bill and stuck it in her bra for safe keeping. "What the hell!" Van said in a girly shriek. He quickly walked up to Billie and stuck his hand down the front of her white shirt, and grabbed the money. There was stunned silence in the room. Before Van could remove his hand and retreat with the money, Billie's right hand connected firmly, and loudly with his left cheek. He pulled his hand back, leaving the money, as if he'd been burned by a hot plate. "Donovan Ray!" his dad yelled. "It' entirely inappropriate to be fresh with your boss; especially when she's taken!" he finished. Billie and Van looked at each other. She just shrugged. "He's not my dad." She said and left it up to Van to tell him. "It's my baby." Van said quietly. "What?" Ray Ray said not sure he'd heard him right. "She's pregnant with my baby and we're getting married." Van said more confidently this time. He was an adult now, and it wasn't like he and Billie had just met and didn't know what they were doing. "You're the father of her kid?" the older man asked looking from Van to Billie and back to Van. "Yeah." Van said calmly. "Well, that's my boy!" Ray Ray exclaimed, patting his son on the back and shocking everyone who saw it. "You nailed a gorgeous woman, I'm proud!" He exclaimed. "What!" Van said in shock, as his jaw dropped and he felt his eyes try to leave their sockets. "I nailed my boss and you're proud!" Van gasped as Billie and Deaq snickered.
An hour later, the group sat in the lounge. Van had an ice pack on his face, since a bruise had started to form. "When do you kids plan on getting married?" Ray Ray asked as Billie took a seat next to a bruised Van. Van just shrugged. "I would like a Valentines Day wedding." Billie said rolling her eyes at Van. "Van, how do you plan to support a wife and baby? You know, seeing as how you need to take back half your money after a bet." Ray Ray said. "I can support my family." Van growled. "Can you support them and pay for a wedding?" His father persisted. "I hope he can. He certainly can't fight." Billie said just loud enough for Van to hear. "Yes I can! I was just distracted is all." Van tried to defend himself. "Okay, well that accounts for this bet, but what is your excuse for buying the xbox but not springing for a fancy restaurant or real table setting on my birthday?" She quipped. "Why don't you two let me pay for the wedding? You can have whatever you want, as big as you want." Ray Ray offered. He knew he wasn't loaded, but he could always manufacture more money to cover the cost depending on how big the price tag was. "Okay." Billie said. "No!" Snapped Van. "Why not?" Billie asked. "Because I can afford to marry you." Van argued. "You can afford something better than a shotgun wedding?" She quizzically asked. Van stopped. He knew she would be getting her way on this no matter what he said, so it was of no use to argue. "Fine. Dad, you can pay for the wedding." Van conceded. "Oh goodie!" Billie squealed and gave Van a kiss on the cheek.
DKM: In glad you liked the last chapter! I hope you enjoy this one as well! I had to bring this situation up didn't I?
Everyone else: Thanks for reading!