I don't own Fastlane. Since its not on anymore if they want they can sell me the rights for $5. I can spare that much. That's pretty much all I can afford though. I make no profit off of this. Rated R for SEXUAL SITUATIONS. No children allowed ! Nothing too graphic. and sorry slashers. No Slash is contained herein. This is hot man on woman action all the way.

This story is set after the finale but an indeterminate time down the road.

Dream On

Chapter 1

Van woke up with a start. What the hell? This was the third night in a row. Dream. Billie. Naked. Sexual. It's not uncommon to have erotic dreams about beautiful women. It's not uncommon to have erotic dreams about your boss when she's a beautiful woman. Billie on her knees before him, her hands on his belt buckle, working efficiently and quickly to de-pants him, passion leading him to pick her up like a rag doll and push her onto the couch, furniture overturned, clothes ripped, raw need driving them on. Okay, gotta stop thinking about it. Van ran a hand through his hair as he sat up in bed. He glanced over. His girl didn't seem to notice. Hillary still slept soundly. He guessed she chalked it up to cops say odd things in their sleep. Sweet girl, shame he was beginning to think he wasn't good enough for her. Maybe that wasn't the wording. It's not like Billie was a lesser person or that he was even good enough for her. It was just he didn't have a job, Van Strummer had a lifestyle. A girl who was sweet and trusting like Hilary was an easy target. He worried every day since they'd started seeing each other if she was going to be a target. He tried to see her in public very little, which hurt, but it kept her safer. Then there were some things on a case he just...well he had to do. He didn't necessarily like it. He didn't necessarily not like it. Making love and sex are too different things. On the job he ran into situations that he may have been required to have sex. He rationalized it that his job never called for him to make love. Billie understood. She had to hit it with a mark. She knew that "you do what ya gotta do." So far he hadn't been asked to cross the line lately but it was only a matter of time. Then he didn't know how his button-down "guest services specialist" would take it. Sleep was the last thing on his mind now. He was restless. He glanced over at her before getting out of bed and putting his clothes on. She stirred a little. Van pulled his jacket on. She shifted and opened her eyes. His heart softened a little. "Hey, baby. I can't sleep. I didn't want to wake you." She smiled sleepily.

"All right. Are you going to go drive?" He smiled. She knew him already. The road always soothed him. Maybe it was a flight instinct or control, but he never felt more at ease than in the car.

"Yeah," he said softly. "I'll call you later." He kissed her softly on the top of her head and slipped out of the dark apartment.

Once outside Van let out a breath he didn't recall holding. His 1970 Chevelle waited patiently for his return. He slid comfortably inside the cab, feeling more at ease. He turned the key and the engine roared to life in a way he found strangely re-assuring. He easily twirled the wheel and whipped out of the parking spot. He resisted the urge to squeal the tires as he left. He was still in "her world" now. Once he was out of cheery conformist rental areas of the lower middle class he would be free.

He drove through L.A. at typical breakneck speed towards the Candy Store. No one should be there at this late hour. It seemed like hours before he reached the Candystore. Realistically the drive was only 15 minutes. He knew because he always left 30 minutes before he was supposed to be there and arrived at least 15 minutes before the hour. He loved his job, lived for it. Part of him guiltily wanted to savor his dream in private. Van flipped the lights on as he walked in. The array of "toys" were lit up. It still took his breath away. He still thought he was one of the luckiest guys in the universe to have this job. Fast cars, the bling-bling lifestyle, beautiful women, and constant excitement were all part of his job description. He walked over and flopped onto the leather sofa. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling.

"Is this what you want, Van?" Billie's sultry voice cut through the silence. Her short skirt had a long slit up the side. His leg was trapped between her thighs. He couldn't focus with her cherry red lips so close to his ear. Breath tickled at the lobe. Her hands dragged upward along his chest. She tossed her hair closing the distance between their lips. Her hands moved slowly up to cradle his face. Her head tilted, lips parted as she moved closer...

Crash! That was when Van woke up. He was dangling halfway off the sofa. His head had made contact with the ground. He swore under his breath as he pulled himself all of the way onto the floor. The plush rug wasn't too uncomfortable. He looked back and forth for a moment. The gears turned in his head. He sat up and tipped the coffee table on its side. "OH yeah," he said reclining once again, hands behind his head. He grinned from ear to ear. It was then he heard the tell-tale sound of keys in the lock. He attempted to get up but the "intruder" was too quick for him.

"What the HELL are you doing, Van?" Billie asked in a tone that made him wonder if she really wanted to know.

"Uh.." he started..

"Do you have a girl in here? Did you bring the girl from the case back here? I can't ever trust you not to hit it with the mark! Where is she? You have to get her out of here. The case-"

"Uh, Billie," Van started, "there's no girl here."

She looked relieved. "Oh...then what the-...nevermind. I don't WANT to know." She quietly dropped the subject and started taking file folders out of a box she had brought to her desk.

"Look, Billie, I had problems sleeping at home so I'm going to crash here a little while."

"Great, you won't disturb me then." She took a highlighter from a coffee cup on her desk.

"What the Hell are you doing here so early, anyway? " Van asked in a frustrated tone.

"I could ask the same of you," Billie replied as she opened the first file.

"I just told you," Van said staring at the ceiling.

"Nothing exotic, too much work, too little time. End of story."

"You sure know how to take the drama out of everything, Billie." Van closed his eyes and sank into the cushions. Not so strangely, he found it easier to sleep when she was there. She absent-mindedly began to hum as she worked. The soothing sound lulled him to sleep in a matter of minutes.

The clock struck eight and Van sat bolt upright. Billie was midway through the stack of folders she had brought in. He looked back and forth slowly recalling how he ended up on the Candy Store couch versus his own bed or Hilary's. It all came back slowly. Interrupted sleep always tended to make events seem surreal when sandwiched between two naps.

It was strangely comfortable here. This place was safe, protected, a haven. He watched Billie with fascination. She played with her hair as she started to look more and more irritated. Her low cut top was also showing a generous amount of skin. Van couldn't help but take in the view. He tried to memorize every detail for a later time.

"Dammit, I fucking hate paperwork!" Billie exclaimed out of the blue. Van looked up from her cleavage to her face quizzically. From the look in her eye he could tell she knew he'd been watching her. Blue met green for a guilty moment. "And where the fuck is Deaq?"

As if on cue Deaq walked in right then. He felt Billie's and Van's eyes on him. There was tension in the room. He was sure of it. "What's up, playa? Boss?" he said trying to lighten the mood.

"Glad to see you're in such a great mood, Deaq, because the two of you have ten plus hours of surveillance duty today." Both of the agent's hearts' sank at those words. As men of action surveillance was not their favorite gig. They glanced at each other in dismay as Billie continued talking. "The coke smuggler you guys busted last week had a partner in crime. Word on the street is something big is going down at the docks tomorrow. If it's happening tomorrow there's going to be a buzz today. I can't get back up for that unless we're sure this is the big one. We can't afford to bust him on something petty or he'll be back on the street in no time. We want him done for good. Understand?"

Both of them nodded in somber agreement. "Good. If you need me, call. I'll be working on getting any more information I can. Now, get going!"

As the two men walked away Deaq broke the silence first. "Man, this is a bum assignment! Rookies could do this. Why are we stuck on this?"

"I don't know, Deaq. I'm sure she's got a good reason. We blend in a lot better, too. Billie wouldn't send us out without a reason."

"Why are you so up on this? I don't get you. Why aren't you questioning this?" Deaq said staring him down.

"Look, I'm not happy either. I have to call Hilary and tell her I'm stuck working late AGAIN, for the third night this week, and 'saving the world' is not always going to work as an explanation. Someday I'm going to have to tell her more than just 'I'm a cop.' Each time we get stuck on something like this I'm a step closer to that day. It isn't worth questioning Billie though," Van said

"If we do, then we just get nailed harder," Deaq said nodding.

"Exactly," Van said reaching for the car door. "Now let's get to this before she finds some other errand for us to do while we're stuck there."

After thirteen grueling hours of surveillance Van and Deaq were on edge. Nothing suspicious at all was spotted. "That's it! I can't take it anymore! Obviously nothing is happening. I have Hilary waiting for me and I have just wasted 13 hours of my life I will never be able to get back!"

Deaq felt similar but kept a cool exterior. He took a bizarre joy in watching his partner get bent out of shape over things. He found the effect was more dramatic if he stayed calm. Van could practically throw a tantrum until there was a reaction. "You wanna call Billie then?" Deaq said extending his cell phone to Van.

Van hesitated glancing at the small device. They had talked to her several times in the last few hours. She had a strong feeling on this and wanted them to stick to it. Neither of them wanted to call her and tell her they'd had it. She was their boss. Despite their faith in her this situation was looking more like a wash by the second. Van's unending dedication to appease her was the drive that usually led him to stick to her basic plan. He had to do things his own way but overall he did what he was told. The execution wasn't always what she had in mind but it was the thought that counted. "It's up to you, Playa. If we stick to this I'm just using it as ammo to get a three day weekend. Then again I don't have a pretty girl waiting in my hotel room."

"I'll do it," Van snapped, taking the phone from Deaq's hand. He punched in the speed dial and Billie took her sweet time answering. He hated to admit it but there was always a slight panic when she didn't pick up right away. He remembered the times she hadn't answered because she was in trouble or hurt. Every memory brought pain. He always did a silent prayer in those 30 seconds before she picked up that she was all right.

"Anything?" Billie answered obviously tense and on edge.

"No, Billie. Nothing, just like the first twelve hours we were out here. Nothing is going down tonight."

"I had good sources on this one! I just got off the phone with one of my contacts and he said anytime."

"I don't see it, and frankly I'm not sitting through it anymore tonight. Neither is Deaq. We're leaving." Van said in a harsh tone.

Billie hesitated and got ready to launch into one of her usual tirades. Instead she took a deep breath. "All right. I'll take over. Can you two wait around until I get there?"

"All right, but hurry. I'm kinda trying to salvage my evening." Van looked over at Deaq. If Deaq could set Van off by playing it cool Billie was ten times worse. She wouldn't play it cool though. She'd yell, then he'd yell. Then they'd stare each other down, wave their arms a lot, stare some more then Van would usually back down. It was pretty funny to watch. Sometimes he'd try to lead them into it just to watch the cycle of yell/yell/stare/arms waving/stare/Van backs down. "She'll be here in a few minutes to take over. As soon as she shows up we're free."

"Good deal, man. I didn't know you had it in you to stand up to her."

"Just had to tell her how it is." Van knew he wasn't fooling anyone. Billie always won.

After twenty minutes of nothing at the docks again Billie pulled up a discrete distance away. Deaq's cell phone rang within a few seconds. He flipped the phone open. "Yeah, Billie?"

"Good night, you boys have fun and stay out of trouble."

"Of course, Billie."

"Just have the coffee on when I come in. It'd going to be a hell of a morning."

"Will do, boss. Anything you want to say to Van?"

"Yeah, tell him not to try any of that telling me how it is bullshit again or he's getting his ass kicked."

"All right, good luck." Deaq closed up the phone and turned to Van who was looking at him expectantly. "What are you waiting for? Let's get out of here!"

After dropping Deaq off Van was eager to get back home. He had uncertainties about Hilary but her promise of "something special" and to wait up for him at his hotel room momentarily distracted him. He found himself speeding more the closer he got to the hotel. He screeched into the parking lot. The elevator ride took forever. He found himself tapping his foot and checking his hair and teeth in the metal of the elevator. It was good that he was alone in the elevator because he figured he'd do both even if another was present. The satisfying ding signaled he was at his floor. He confidently stepped out of the elevator unaware his high was on the verge of ending.

He walked up to the door of his room key card in hand. He opened the door and found it dark inside. "Hilary?" he called out hesitantly. He heard muffled crying and immediately panicked. He quickly tried to find the light switch and flipped it on as soon as his hand made contact. One of his worst nightmares had come true. He followed a trial of destruction. Drawers were open, pictures crooked or off the walls. Broken glass littered the floor. His gut was telling him the worst was yet to come. In the bedroom it took a minute to find her. The sheets were ripped off the bed. Faint blood stains were on the white pillows. That was just part of the major crime. Hilary was curled up in a ball in the corner. She was shaking. She wore only a ripped babydoll nightgown. Her eyes were rimmed in black partially from eyeliner and partially because of an injury obviously meant to hurt him. She was bruised all over her legs, face and arms. Her hair hung down around her face but her eyes accused him. He made a move closer to try to protect her from any more harm but she jerked back.

"Don't touch me! Don't come near me! Haven't you done enough?" She cried.

His mind raced a mile a minute. "Baby, it's me. It's Van. I'm going to take you to the hospital, we're going to call the cops and-"

"Call them now! I'm not going anywhere with you. This is your fault! He did this to me because of you!" Her eyes were full of hatred now. He tried not to think about it as he dialed for an ambulance. She was obviously in shock. She was a smart girl, but probably too petrified her attacker would come back to call or seek help. His words came out jumbled to the dispatcher. Hilary sniffled and continued shaking. He tried to give her a blanket from the closet thinking the cops would want the bedding on the mattress for evidence. He wasn't going to be able to nail this guy. He would kill that son of a bitch if he found him. For those reasons he knew Bille and Deaq would be watching him closely. He waited for the police to show up. Hilary finally started trying to cover up more. He was thankful she seemed to be recovering a little. Unfortunately her contempt for him didn't lessen.

An ambulance showed up within ten minutes. As she was taken away one policeman was dispatched to stay with her while another stayed to question Van. The cop wasn't much older than he was, probably pretty new. He looked the young cop in the eye and said "Contact Lieutenant. Willamina Chambers."

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Any silly nit picky errors (re: cars, etc) I don't want to hear it. Reviews? Always appreciated.

If you like I'll post the next chapter. If not this fic will rot in oblivion as a cliffhanger (just like the show.)