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.

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Chapter 2

After hours of grueling phone tag and unanswered questions Van was in a daze. He held a paper coffee cup from a vending machine in his hand. The poor excuse for a cappucino was now cold but he didn't care. He saw a familiar face enter the waiting room. Deaq quickened his pace as soon as he spotted Van. "Van! Is she all right? Is she going to be okay?" Concern was evident in the other man's eyes.

"I guess. She doesn't want to talk to me. She won't see me. The rape therapist say she'll probably realize this isn't my fault but part of me kinda feels like it is." Van looked down at the table avoiding eye contact. With a sigh he looked up. "Any word on a suspect? The cops won't give me any details."

"She told the LAPD it was a white male, bleach blond hair, skinny."

" That could be fucking Eminem. That's half the nameless henchmen we bust on a daily basis." Van's eyes were pleading and desperate. "We've gotta nail this guy."

"I know, dog, forensic team is hoping to lift some prints, there's surveillance all over that hotel. We'll bust this guy..." Deaq was worried by the lost look in Van's eyes.

"But it still won't change the fact that she hates me. It still won't change that fact that this happened to her. Hilary was a sweet girl. She wasn't part of 'the life'. She has no record or rap sheet. Hell, I think she feels guilty working on Sundays. "

"No one deserves this, Van."

"She's the greatest thing to happen to me in a long time and the only reason she got messed up was because of me."

"We've gone over this. The lives we save, the people we protect are greater than those who get hurt. Think of the victims that never happen because of every low life we put behind bars."

"I just don't know anymore. I'm heading out to get a room. Me and Jose are going to ponder all of that. I'll check you later, Deaq."

"Check you later, man." Deaq sat in the uncomfortable waiting room chair for another minute before removing his cell phone from his pocket. He pressed the speed dial. "Billie, Van's not doing real well. I'd run a check on his credit card in a bit just to see where he's staying and one of us can stop by and check on him tomorrow."

The fifth of Jose Cuervo was three quarters empty as the sun light crept through cheap blinds to meet Van's eyes. The accommodations were not as posh as his previous hotel. Valet parking and a mini bar there was not. He was lucky to get a complimentary bar of soap and a shoe mitt. Momentarily he wondered if his car was still outside or whether someone might have stolen it. Van dismissed those thoughts though. Even if it was taken cars were replaceable. Morning was already upon him and he hadn't slept a wink. Jose had barely dulled him. He was still aware of the pain. The guilt hit him hardest. Van hesitated momentarily and then reached for his cell phone. He pulled a crumpled paper out of his pocket with the hospital phone number on it and dialed clumsily. After a few moments he reluctantly ended the call. She had already checked out an hour earlier. With that his last hope that she would call for him to pick her up was gone. She meant it. She really hated him. With that last thought he downed another dose of Jose Cuervo straight from the bottle and reclined onto the cheap mattress. His eyes stared trying to decipher a message from the cracks in the ceiling but only for a moment as he passed out.

Van woke up straddling a chair. His arms were folded, his head resting on his hands. The room was dark with only his chair and a table in it. The light was coming from a small barred window. He noticed a door as well but though it had barred glass no light came through. It looked very much like rooms suspects were interviewed in. What had he done? He hadn't drank enough to black out. He glanced around the room again and noticed the far corner was too dark to see into. Then a figure stepped out. Dressed in tall stiletto heels, black flared pants and a sheer black top stood his boss, Billie Chambers.

The floral pattern of the sheer top entwined in itself stretching around her pale skin. Her arms were folded and her hair was smartly pulled back. "Hello, Van. We meet again."

"Of course we do. You're my boss. I see you like every day." Van said exasperated. He truly had no idea how he had gotten there. He rested his chin on the chair back. She walked around the table running one finger along the table top. Van's eyes were drawn to the greater amount of skin exposed along her back. He could see most of the curve of her spine and noticed a distinct lack of undergarments. Her heels clacked over the floor as she turned and sat on the table facing him.

"It's not your fault, you know." Billie said looking him in the eye. "You can't blame yourself for everything. Deaq's brother, Hilary...you weren't the one who did it. Technically you are as responsible for her as she was for you getting dosed."

"I appreciate your concern, Billie. I really do. But it ain't working. What we do might help a lot of people but to everyone close to me...I don't know what I can do to protect them anymore. I'm worrying every minute about being followed, people being kidnapped for ransom, people being made examples of. What happens when they play hardball and you or Deaq ends up on the short end ?" Van let out a frustrated laugh. "I don't know if I can keep doing it."

"Deaq and I can take care of ourselves. If not I know you'd save us." She ruffled his hair playfully. "Van, look at me," she said tilting his chin up towards her face. "We need you." Blue met green for a second too long. A forgotten vision of sweaty bodies, hungry kisses and intense desire hit him. The enticing vision of her body distracted him. He hesitated then tore his vision away from her.

"I can't do this forever."

"No one said you had to. But I need you now. I've felt like you before. I've wondered if it was all worth it. Maybe we need to do something for our own good for once. Do you want to leave it behind? Do you want to walk out that door and never look back, Van? " Billie said. He rose from the chair and pulled her closer. He rested his head against her shoulder as she stroked his hair soothingly. This wasn't the Billie he knew. At this moment he didn't care. He realized this wasn't real. This wasn't his boss. This wasn't where he was. But as sparse tears flowed down his cheek, at that moment, it ceased to matter.

End Chapter 2