Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop… Also, all OC characters, if any are purely based off of my imagination and if they so happened to have the same name as you or personality, its completely coincidental. Also there is drug content… oO;

A/N: now then- Ah, let's see where this chapter goes okay? If not, leave me a nice review that can help me out. Anyway, big thanks to Angelique, eyeoffcenter, Bloody Love, Honeychica04, Macksie Poo, MarieHime, and Risa Miyakawa for reviewing the last chapter !

Last time:

Jet was just finishing up cooking their meal, "Bell peppers and beef," he stated.

"No beef." Spike and Jet said in unison.

Spike smirked and ran his fingers through his hair, "Some 'Welcome back! We're glad you're alive meal' this is."

It All Lead Up to This

Chapter 5

The Bebop was practically normal. Each person went about their own business, as usual. Jet was busy caring for his bonsai trees, while Ed was playing with Ein. Faye was… 'Where did she go all of a sudden?' Spike questioned in his head. He spent the last hour lying down, reflecting on recent past events. "Ugh," he groaned. "This is the most uncomfortable couch in the whole damn world."

Spike sat up and sighed. 'Okay, okay. So I'm attracted to the shrew, but she is the only woman that lives with us.' He brushed his fingers over his pocket hoping to feel his cigarettes. Luckily, the rectangle box was there. He took it out and flipped it open, then slipped a cigarette into his mouth.

Just then Faye appeared. Coincidentally, she also had a cigarette in her mouth. It seemed as if she was going to approach him and sit by him, only she didn't turn near him and instead sat on the stairs. His eyes followed her every move, analyzing her, trying to interpret her emotions through her actions. She had a nail file in her hand, her eyes were closed, and it seemed as if she was waiting for something.

"Things are so dull around here." She stated while exhaling some smoke.

"What do you expect?"

"Lots of things." She sighed and stood up. "Here." She handed him her lighter.

"Faye-faye! Spike-person!" Ed exclaimed while throwing her arms wildly in the air after typing on her beloved computer. The emerald eyed woman was just about to say something when Ed interrupted her, "Ed has found a bounty head– Yaaaaaaaaaay!"

"Oh, yeah?" Faye raised an eyebrow, obviously intrigued with the orange haired girl's discovery.

"His name is Jimmy Harper," Spike added in while looking over Ed's shoulder and reading over the information given. "hmm"

"Well?" Faye asked wanting to know more.

"Well, I'm not interested." Spike said while shrugging.

"Fine by me. In fact, that's great." Faye chimed. "I'll keep all the cash for myself," she continued.

"Do what you want." Spike waved her off as he walked to his room.

Faye frowned. "Well fine," she muttered, "I really will keep it all to myself." After reading more about this 'Jimmy Harper,' Faye sighed and walked to her room secretly wishing that Spike would have shown some sort of interest.

After a few hours of getting things together and preparing herself, Faye stumbled out of her room. She knew she looked great and was damn proud of it. Her hair was pinned up with a floral head piece. Her make up matched her outfit- She wore a blazing red dress that accentuated her features. The skintight material hugged every curve on her body. The dress had beautiful golden embroidery on it- not too much, but just enough. To top it all off, she wore stilettos. Her overall look was very 'un-Faye like' in most terms: it was elegant and classy with an edge.

His door was opened. Spike was lying on his bed, staring at the celing, with a cigarette hanging from his lips. "I thought I heard something," he said just as she was about to pass his doorway.

Faye stopped and smirked. "Last chance," she thought. "Like it?" she questioned, giving him a pose.

Spike grinned. She did look stunning. "hmm…maybe I want to see this," he thought.

"Well, Spike, do you want a piece of this or not?"

He didn't know how to interpret that. For one, she obviously must have meant splitting the cash on the bounty head, but, you never know. Hey, sure, she could have meant something else.

…SILENCE…

"Hello? Spike?"

He quickly collected his thoughts and with a sure, calm voice responded, "Sure."

"What?"

"Sure. I'll go with you." He grinned and Faye smiled, whether or not she meant to. "The guy is a creep, who likes to go after rich looking women right?"

"And I certainly look the part." She said posing again.

"Yeah, yeah, lets go."

The air was filled with a thick scent of alcohol and smoke. Spike arrived first, followed by Faye. He was waiting near the entrance for her. "Women." he muttered as she walked They had agreed previously that as much as possible, until it was absolutely needed, they would pretend not to know each other. The plan was to lure 'this Harper guy' and get him when he least expected. Spike was on standby due to his injuries and of course, Faye was the bait. She walked in with a small smile printed on her lips and headed for the bar. This is where she would be able to scope out the whole area and find him.

"For you, miss." The bartender said while handing her a glass of wine. Before she could say anything he continued to speak, "It's from the gentleman at that table there." He pointed.

"Bingo." She thought as she glanced at the man at the table. Chestnut brown hair accompanied with clear blue eyes. It's no wonder all these women were swindled out of their money! He dressed very sharp: a white collared shirt with a blue tie to match his eyes and black pants. There was something about his appearance that looked almost boyish.

Faye gave him a faint, seductive smile and a small wave. She took a sip of wine and rose from her seat. As she approached him, she made a discrete attempt to look for Spike. "…Where the hell is he?" Faye thought.

"Hi there, stranger." she greeted.

"Hello, miss." He responded while eyeing her from head to toe with a grin on his face.

"Ugh, creep." Faye thought when she noticed the way he was looking at her. "Thanks for the drink." She managed to say.

He pulled out a chair next to him, indicating that she should sit. After glancing around quickly, she reluctantly sat down. It seemed as if his hand was attracted to her body, because almost instinctively, Jimmy Harper placed his anxious hand on Faye's thigh. She ignored him for a little while, enjoying the taste of the wine and the slow jazz music. He ordered them another set of drinks, more wine. But her attention was called back to him when she felt his hand wandering around. It wasn't as much the fact that his hand decided to go exploring, but instead Faye was a little worried that he would find a little bump called a gun, that wasn't supposed to be there.

Spike was watching the whole time. He didn't quite understand why he was feeling the way he did: angry, irritated, unhappy… "Look at the way she's letting his hands go all over her..." he thought angrily. "And anyway, I thought she was armed? Where the hell does she keep her gun?" It had been a while since he entered the club. As time passed, he downed three shots of whiskey. Spike felt a light buzz from the liquor, but it was nothing too serious.

"Where did she go now?" he muttered while looking around.

There she was, on the dance floor with the guy, luring him in with her acts of seduction. She would occasionally press closer to him and smile while gazing into his eyes or mouth something to him and laugh. When the song ended Faye took his hand and lead him back to the table. "So Mister Charming, what's your real name?" Faye asked with a smile on her face.

"You can call me Jonathan." he replied cautiously.

"Jonathan? Mmhmm..." she nodded, laughing at the attempted alias.

'Jonathan' called for a waiter and ordered another set of drinks, "I'd like something extra special please." He requested with a grin on his face.

The waiter responded with a grin of his own and proceeded to the bar. There he grabbed a bottle of vodka and various flavorings. As he mixed them together, he added the powder of a little red pill to the mixture of one drink.

"What the hell is that?" Spike thought, after observing everything. Then he remembered. "The bounty head uses a special drug, known on the black market as 'Lust-root.' The drug is intended to give the victim a euphoric effect, a special type of high equivalent to that of an old drug known as X." After everything registered in his brain he looked at Faye. The waiter was just leaving the table. Harper took a sip of his drink while watching Faye enjoy hers.

"Shit." Spike blurted out while getting up and walking towards Faye.

Just then Faye whipped out her gun and pointed it to her generous buyer's neck, "Come on Jonathan, or should I say, Jimmy Harper?"

"What did you call me?" his voice shook slightly.

"Let's go. Quietly now… we don't want to startle anyone."

Harper stood from his chair slowly while Faye kept her gun on him. She took a step forward and began to laugh softly, "Hurry up!" she barked.

"Its taking effect," Jimmy chimed. He knocked her gun out of her hand and shoved her to the side, making an attempt to take off.

As he bolted for the door, Spike stuck his foot out and managed to bring him down with minimal effort. Spike smirked, "Where the hell do you think you're going?" He whistled as he picked Jimmy up. Jimmy's hands were placed behind his back as they walked out of the club, followed by a giggling Faye.

After cashing in the bounty for the reward, Spike and Faye returned to the Bebop. He was against it at first because of the drug that Faye indigested, but it was no use trying to persuade a high woman, especially Faye.

A/N: I'm sorry this is so short. I hope you enjoyed it! I wont be updating for a little while because of an interesting accident involving my hand and a car door…basically we're talking nerve damage, so its recommended I don't use my hand much until I get the feeling back. . sorry! Please Review.