A/N: Well, here it is. The highly anticipated Danger in Dixie, a sequel to Danger is a Dame. If you haven't read Dame, you probably won't get Dixie, so go ahead and read it first! Dame ended sometime in April, this story picks up with our happy couple mid-summer. Hope you like it!

As always, thanks to my beta, chisaii-kitty, for continuing to put up with me and my insanity. She's the best! Also thanks to the twitter gang who were more excited for this story than I was. I've been teasing them for a while now. If you want in on the fun, follow me Lizzykins87.

Disclaimer: CH & AB own their respective property. I own Alexander Danger and his universe of mystery.

My Dear Alexander,

I hope this letter finds you in better spirits than the day you let me walk away. I would have loved you, Darling, I would have made you a very happy man. I never lied, I would have changed my ways for you. I tried to keep my promise, but after the first fool met the end of my blade in Sacramento, I remembered the thrill of the kill. The power that surges through me when I take an awful man's life is incomparable.

That's the purpose of this letter, you see. I know you've been tracking me. I know you've been alerting the authorities of my presence and your suspicions. I promised to leave you alone, if you left me alone. It appears one of us has broken that promise. I'm coming for you, Lover. As you can tell, I know you've left New York. You're not the only one with connections. I want you to know that you'll be seeing me real soon. I'm making my way to you, and when I find you, one of us won't be walking away.

If you stop this useless hunt, I'll stop mine. Interfere in my life once more, and the sweet sound of my voice will be the last thing you hear.

All my love,

Susannah

"You bought my Gran's house?"

Eric Northman looked up from his writing at his now furious girlfriend, Sookie Stackhouse. She was standing in the doorway of the balcony, her sundress fluttering in the gentle breeze. If it had been colder, he could probably see the steam billowing out of her ears. She was holding an envelope which he assumed had just been delivered from his real estate agent, ruining his surprise.

"That wasn't addressed to you; you shouldn't have opened it."

"Don't you start with me right now. You bought my Gran's house? What happened to the family that was living there? No one told me they were selling."

"They weren't. I made them a generous offer, which they gladly accepted. I paid them more than the house was worth, I assure you."

"That's not the point! Why would you buy a house without consulting me?"

"We're not married, Sookie, I don't have to ask your permission before spending my money."

The look on her face let him know he said the wrong thing. He was certain her head would explode if he didn't come up with something smooth, fast.

"We're staying in Bon Temps for two weeks for your brother's wedding and you said it yourself, there are no nice hotels in the area. I thought you would like having someplace familiar to stay."

Her face darkened another shade of red. That wasn't the right thing. "Um, it's an early birthday present?"

"You bought me a house for my birthday? I bought you a journal for yours."

"You made me a journal for my birthday. It was a gift from the heart, just like mine."

She threw the envelope at him and stormed off the balcony into the New York apartment they shared. He wanted to follow her, but opted to give her a few minutes to calm down first. He looked down at his notepad, full of the first chapter of his next book, filling in some of the blanks he had left behind. Ever since she mentioned they'd be going to Louisiana together, he'd been writing about Danger in the South, recuperating from his episode with Susannah in a small town far away from the sociopath.

He checked his watch, noting that two and a half minutes had passed, deciding that to be enough time for Sookie to have regained her head. She was sitting on the floor in their recently redecorated living room. She said it was too clinical and not homey enough. With the new overstuffed furniture, they spent many a night curled up together watching movies or sharing a comfortable silence. Now, she was brushing Clancy, helping him along with his annual summer shed. Twice daily brushing kept the dog hair around the apartment to a tolerable low.

"Why are you so upset that I bought the house? I wanted it to be a surprise, otherwise I would have talked to you about it. I figured with all of us going down there, we'd need someplace to stay. Especially considering that everyone sold their property to afford their new life here. It wasn't just for our comfort, I thought all our friends could stay there too."

She just kept brushing their dog, not even looking up at him. He walked over to their position, lowering his tall frame to the floor to cradle Clancy's head, petting him as his best furry friend licked his hands.

"You kicked that nice family out for your own pleasure. Now they have no place to live."

"They found an equally nice house in Monroe. They said it's a much better school district with more kids in the neighborhood."

She sat in silence for a little while longer until Clancy was free of all the loose fur, which she was pulling from the teeth of the brush. With the amount of hair the poor dog was losing, they could probably knit Amelia's dog, Bob the Boston Terrier, a winter sweater. He looked much happier, rolling on to his back so one of his two humans could rub his tummy. Sookie was glad to oblige him.

"What about furniture? You want everyone to sleep in an empty house?"

"Jason said that between the stuff everyone has in storage down there, we could furnish the entire house. We might have to order another bed or two, but that's totally doable."

She was running out of arguments and her anger was running out of steam. She looked up with a half smile, making eye contact with him for the first time since she started their argument. "You really bought my Gran's house?"

"Yup. It really is for you though. I thought it would be nice to have someplace to escape the craziness of the city every now and then. Plus, I've been really inspired since you started talking more and more about Bon Temps. I've set my next book there. I've even got a chapter written without ever setting eyes on it myself. Being down there would really help my writing."

"Is that what you've been working on? I noticed you writing a lot more recently."

"I didn't want to say anything until I got something on paper to organize my thoughts. Susannah's making her second appearance."

That piqued her curiosity. She loved the fact that he had written her into his books, even if it was as a psycho killer. All traces of their fight left her system, she wanted to know more. He gladly explained his intended direction; the fact that Danger escaped New York yet was still tracking her kills starting on the West Coast and working her way back east. Their paths cross when she starts sending him letters, revealing that she knows exactly where he is and is coming for him. Again Eric was taking a new direction in his books because of Sookie; this time around, Danger wasn't solving a murder, he was preventing his own.

"How are we going to fit everyone in the old farmhouse?"

"There's been some remodeling done. The entire second level was redone, now there are three bedrooms up there, in addition to the two on the first floor. There's a new master suite. From what the owners told me, they left the rest of it alone, wanting to leave the history of the house behind."

"So Gran's kitchen is still there? That was my favorite room in the house."

"Yeah, they got a few new appliances, but the room is exactly the same, complete with the tin roof. Do you want to see pictures? They e-mailed me when we started talking seriously about a sale."

The way her eyes lit up was the only answer he needed. He went to his study, grabbing his laptop, bringing it into the living room. He curled up on the couch, holding his arms out so she would join him. She jumped up on the couch with him, snuggling in his side, taking a kiss while his laptop started up. He pulled up the photo album, starting the slide show for Sookie to watch.

The tears started flowing almost immediately. Sookie had forgotten how much she missed the old farmhouse that her great-grandfather had built with his own two hands. The house was in the family for one hundred fifty years, before Sookie selfishly sold it after Gran died. She needed a fresh start, and even though there was initial heartbreak, moving to New York was the best decision she ever made. If she didn't, she would have never met Eric.

When the pictures turned to outside shots, she couldn't believe her eyes. The new family had completely transformed Gran's garden for the better. Sookie didn't have a green thumb to save her life, and was glad to see what had happened. There were so many colors and different types of flowers, plus a huge gazebo in the backyard. The old rotten shed had been torn down and replaced with one that looked like a miniature barn. They really had modernized the house without losing any of its old charm. That had been her biggest fear, one she was glad to have dispelled.

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I don't say this often enough, so don't get too used to it. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did."

"So you're saying I was right and you were wrong?"

"I did not say that, jerkface! I said I was sorry."

"So you apologize in one breath and call me a jerkface in the next? You're sending me all sorts of mixed messages here, Lover."

"Then let's go into the bedroom and I'll make it perfectly clear. You know what they say about make up sex."

She was half way to the bedroom before he picked his jaw up off the floor. She was always the bold one in their relationship. He chased after her, breaking out into a run to catch her. He scooped her up in his arms, where she promptly wrapped her legs around his waist, and arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers to cover it with kisses. He made his way blind to the bedroom, falling backwards onto the bed so she straddled his waist.

She wasted no time in stripping her dress off, his shirt not a moment after. She laid back down on top of him, pressing her bare chest against his, recapturing his lips with hers. They kissed for a while, Sookie grinding down on him the entire time. By the time his pants came off, she was begging for him. She was rocking against him, teasing him by only taking the head of his cock or nothing at all. She dragged her nails down his chest, a pensive expression on her face.

"I never had sex in my Gran's house. I always went to Bill's."

"Can we not talk about your ex-fiance when I'm about to be buried in you?"

"I was just thinking that maybe we should go down a few days early so we can christen every room."

He grabbed her hips and slid his full length inside her, loving the moans it pulled from her lips. "I like the way you think. But no more thinking now. You're supposed to be convincing me to forgive you for yelling at me by screaming because of me."

The wicked gleam returned to her eyes as she pulled his hands off her hips. He took her hint, tucking them behind his head as a pillow, letting her take the reigns. She ran her fingertips over his ribs, up her legs and torso, coming to rest on her breasts. She knew how much he loved to watch her touch herself, taking the time to roll her nipples between her fingers slowly. She started to rise and fall, setting a leisurely pace which they both seemed to enjoy.

He shifted on the bed, sitting up to pull her to him, sitting chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, using the strength in her legs to continue to ride him. As they both approached their release, the pace quickened, an animalistic urge taking over. The sound of skin against skin filled the room in perfect harmony with their moans and grunts. She lost her rhythm, the desire to find her completion driving her movements. He was glad to pick up where she left off, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other reaching up her back to tangle his fingers in her hair. With a less than gentle pull, the sensation drove her over the edge.

She came with a scream, tightening her legs around his waist to the point he thought his ribs might break. Coming up on his knees, he flipped her to her back, pounding into her to continue her release and start his. He collapsed beside her, both panting to try and catch their breath. She turned to face him, a smile plastered on her face.

"Forgive me?"

"If I say no, will you do that again?"

The gang met up at Merlotte's North for their usual Thursday night drink. They were trying to work out the logistics of where everyone would stay and when everyone would be arriving in Bon Temps. Jason and Crystal would be staying in a town down the road, where Crystal grew up. Her father said there was an extra trailer available where the soon-to-be weds could stay. Eric internally shuddered at the thought of growing up in a trailer. His family was always well off, he experienced the best of the best during his childhood. Sookie had been preparing him ever since Jason announced their desire to go home for the wedding.

Two couples asked to stay with them at the farmhouse, Amelia, Tray, Hoyt and Jessica. Sam was bringing Daphne home to meet his parents and would be staying their house. Hoyt originally planned on doing the same with his mother, but she was less than thrilled with the fact he was dating a "Yankee." If they stayed with her, she would force them into separate rooms. The six of them could easily share the house, they all got along well and had enough space to spread out.

Sookie and Eric were flying down the next day, telling their friends they wanted to get everything ready. When Amelia and Tray offered to come down early to help out with the heavy lifting, Sookie and Eric shouted "No," in unison, drawing suspicion from a group of people that knew them all too well. Crystal, now four months pregnant and barely showing, insisted on driving. Even though her doctor cleared her to fly, she was too paranoid to even consider boarding a plane. Jason would do anything to make her happy, renting a SUV to drive down with Hoyt and Jess. Between the four of them, they would split the nearly twenty four hour drive. They intended to get into town by Sunday, which was when the rest of the crew would be flying down. The wedding was going to be in the new garden at what was still being called Gran's house. When Jason and Crystal saw the pictures, they knew immediately it would be the perfect setting.

Those from Bon Temps were beyond excited, sharing stories of growing up in such a small town. Sookie couldn't wait to see her old friends, friends she hadn't seen in nearly two years. Her best friends in high school, Tara Thornton and JB du Rone, had gotten married and had a daughter; both events Sookie had missed due to not being able to afford the flight home.

When the name Dawn Green came up so did Jason's head. Crystal looked like she would kill him. Sookie filled a very confused Eric in, explaining that Dawn was Jason's high school girlfriend, a time when Jason didn't notice Crystal was alive. They had met up again in New York, getting to know one another by working together at the gym. That, and Jason would have sex with any woman with a pulse.

Hoyt took it upon himself the lighten the mood, recanting stories from their senior year when they spray painted the entire football field red. That started another competition among the friends, trying to top each other's pranks. Crystal forgot all about Jason's former man-whore ways. Eric was impressed with the changes Jason made in his life. When he and Sookie first started dating, her big brother was after everything in a skirt. Now, his eyes might wander, but he was loyal to Crystal. It must have to do with life growing inside her. Becoming a father changed people.

He was amazed that he and Sookie hadn't had the baby talk yet. They also hadn't had the wedding talk, outside that awkward conversation back in Los Angeles. They were content with the way their relationship was progressing, happy to live together.

Considering they had an early flight out the next morning, Eric and Sookie opted to call it a night. Pam left the bar with them, since she would be taking care of Clancy while they were on vacation. She was invited to come along, but as soon as Sookie started to describe the little town, Pam gracefully declined. Any town without designer stores or high speed internet access turned her off. She offered the weak excuse that someone would need to take care of Clancy, and was stuck taking Bob, too, as a favor to Amelia.

Pam left the apartment with Clancy a short while later. The happy couple readied for bed, throwing some last minute items into their carry on luggage. Eric placed their passports and boarding passes on the kitchen table, stacking their bags at the door. He was a big fan of being prepared, especially considering Sookie's aversion to all things morning. The less she needed to do before her coffee, the better off they would be.

He arranged for a car service to deliver them to Kennedy International Airport the suggested two hours before departure and finally curled up in bed behind Sookie. As he snuggled into the sheets, she ran down the checklist with him, making sure no detail was overlooked. They slowly fell asleep, satisfied they could handle the morning with ease.

A/N2: Sooo, what did you think? I'm happy to start this new adventure with Sookie and Eric, as well as Danger and Susannah. My fictional characters were the ones who inspired me to write, keeping me up late with their plotline. Susannah is verrry persuasive when she wants to be. Silly muses.

Are you exited for their adventures in Bon Temps? What's going to happen with the wedding plans? What old skeletons are going to come out of the closet? Let me a little review love please!