"Some Girls"

"I should go...My brothers...they've...probably been worrying...ever since I...stormed out last night." Bobby said, in between kissing Kerrie.

"Why'd you...leave?"

Bobby stopped. "I dunno. Shit."

"What'd they do to you?"

"To me? Well, nothing. Everything. I dunno."

"Tell me."

He sighed. He had to talk to someone. Might as well be the girl he slept with. Twice. So he explained his situation to her. "I'm a horrible person, aren't I?"

"No. You didn't know. Then you were confused. Your brothers can't blame you for that."

"Dammit."

"What?"

Well, I thought MAYBE I could uphold my reputation around SOMEONE. I'm not usually such a pussy."

"Hey, I know you've definitely got masculinity down. But you looked stress. And sex can't ALWAYS help that. Sometimes, but not all the time. And sometimes," she said, sitting now behind him on the bed, kissing his neck, "sometimes, you have to compromise."

They started kissing, going further, but Bobby said again how he should go home, see his brothers.

"Are you gonna call me?"

"Would it matter? Wouldn't YOU call ME regardless?"

"Well, it woudn't hurt to call me. You are sooo gonna."

"Am I?"

"Mmhmmm. Because I am different than any other girl you've met. You like me. You do. So, until then, I'll be waiting, with my cell phone." She kissed him powerfully, quickly, then let him leave.

Bobby started the walk home, hoping he was read to deal with this. He figured he had more tolerance now, well, for, obvious reasons.

"You know, now that I failed my job, I'm a target now. I'm in danger." Iciss explained.

"Your point?" Jerry asked.

"My point is," She looked at Jeremiah, then at Angel. "I'll need protection. They're gonna kill me."

"Probably." Angel said.

"Maybe we should keep her here." Alex spoke, for the first time in a while. "Others are tracking me. She could give us information, if she has any, and she's two more trigger fingers to have around."

Bobby entered. Everyone stared, nervously. Again being Bobby, he acted as if what happened before never did, and focused on the matter at hand. "Who're you?"

"Who're you?" Iciss asked back.

"Maybe you didn't realize, but you are tied to a chair in MY house, and therefore really in no position to be asking questions."

"Iciss Wren, assassin. I'd shake your hand, but, well.." She shrugged, signaling that she was a little tied up at the moment.

"Understandable. Bobby Mercer. Now, Iciss, can you tell me why a hitman is in my house?"

"They sent her to kill Alex." Jack stood up.

"Who?"

"Who knows." Iciss said.

"Why?"

"Dunno. But they said she was a murderer. They lied, somewhat, or were misinformed."

"Somewhat? The hell does that mean?"

So Alex told her story again, as painful as it was the first time, she had to fill Bobby in.

"My God. Alex... I'm so sorry." He went over to her, despite the terms they had left off on, and hugged her, the way he always did, making her feel safe in the arms of Bobby. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't wanna go back." She quickly pulled herself together. "Wait, where were you? Where did you go?" Her eyes squinted a little. "Why do you seem so...different?"

"Different?"

"Yeah." She, and Angel, who went over to stand next to her to see, and everyone else, who got curious, except for their hostage, anyway, looked him in the eye. Then Alex and Angel's faces changed. They finally got it. Their jaws dropped, smiling.

"What? What's going on?" Asked Iciss, apparently oblivious to her own current status.

"BOBBY! Bobby got laid!" Angel yelled. Jack laughed.

"By who?" Alex asked.

"No one. Just, this girl," He smiled, then stopped. "Hey, shut up!"

Jerry laughed as well. "Bobby got some! Way to go!" He high-fived Alexis. They were obviously mocking him.

"Shut up!" But he couldn't help but laugh. Iciss, though, reached in his back pocket, and pulled something out.

"What's this?"

"What the hell? The hostage is teasing me now too!"

"Ooh. A note."

"What does it say?" Angel was excited.

"Lemme take this chance to say, of anyone who's ever held me captive, it's been a pleasure being here. I think I'll enjoy myself greatly. Now, to read Bobby's letter. Ahem, --"

"Wait, how did you get untied?" Jerry asked.

"It was a very complicated process. I admire your craftsmanship, really. Now for the note:

'B, If you wake up, and I'm gone, my nu--'"

"Gimme that!" Bobby snatched the letter away from her. But as he was looking at her, Jack took it.

"...my number is 55--"

"Hey!" Bobby once again snatched it, only to have Alex jump on his back, to grab it. "Damn! No! It's mine!"

"Gimme the letter, Bobby! I wanna read!" They were like children, playing keep away. Finally Alexis got a hold of it, jumped down from Bobby, and an to the other side of the room. Jerry and Angel had to hold Bobby still, while Alex read it off, Jack behind her, grinning.

"...555-1454. I had fun. So did you..." She read off the entire letter. Her eyes widened when she read the P.S. part. "Hahah. Oh my God, Bobby! Naughty.."

"Shut up."

"Are you gonna call her?" Jack asked.

"I might."

"She sounds like she made a helluva first impression."

"She did."

"Ooh. Bobby's got a girlfriend!" Iciss teased.

"You've been here for what, 12 minutes? Shut up!"

"But you DO like her." Jerry stated.

"Maybe.." Bobby then regained his toughness, or attempted to. "Wanna make something of it?"

Just then, there was a gunfire outside. Everyone grabbed a piece, and ran for cover. But then, this was odd, there was a knock on the door. Bobby cautiously, with Jerry behind him, and Angel following, too, opened the door. There they saw Katrina. Kat worked at the bar, and as there the night Bobby met Kerrie.

"Jesus, Kat. What was that?"

"Do you see that dude?" She pointed to a guy outside, gripping his leg in pain.

"Yeah."

"I shot him. In the leg. He had a gun pointed at someone in here. You guys really should be more careful." She said, letting herself in. "You're lucky I was here to save your ass." She said, putting her gun back into the back of her pants. "Full house, huh?"

"Yeah. We got a few more. Why? You need a place to stay? This ain't no fuckin' bed and breakfast, you know."

"I know. I was just gonna return your gloves. You left them in the bar, last night. You know, before you left with Kerrie. Some girl, eh?"

"Yeah, I know. I WAS there. Hey, we should question that guy."

"Yeah. I'll get him." Jack volunteered, as did Alex.

"Secure him first, Jack." Bobby warned. Everyone knew what happened last time. OK, maybe not EVERYONE, Katrina didn't know, and Iciss was new, so MOST everyone knew. Shut up, I'm telling a story here. So Jack and Alexis dragged in the guy, and tied him to the chair, now that Iciss was free.

"Who are you?" Bobby asked. The man was silent. Bobby cocked his gun, put it to the guy's head. "What was that you said? I didn't hear."

"My name is John." The man had quite an accent. Russian, probably. "But that's not important, is it?"

"Even so, hi John, welcome. Now tell me what the hell you were doing outside my house with this gun."

"I was sent to kill someone here."

"Who!"

"A girl. Two, actually. One for not doing her job, the other, doing the job the first didn't accomplish. Those two." He signaled with his head toward Iciss and Alex.

"Who sent you?" He was silent. Bobby pistol-whipped the man, not enough to knock him out, but it got him to bleed. And to talk.