I'm trying to wrap up whatever pieces I have in the "vault" that can be squeezed out before my time off work finishes and this is one I thought there's really nothing much else I can do with beside what it already is. I'm quite pleased with the structure :-) Again, the jokes's on Piper.

Also, thank you! to the "new" people who have enjoyed the stories and left comments :-) it's fun to share this ride.

This is nice. No, it's beyond nice. It's… she's kissing Alex, reveling on the feel of the brunette's hands on her body. Her shorts are being slowly pushed down, as she's nibbling on Alex's oh so soft lower lip. Piper's not kissed a woman since… well, since the last time she's kissed Alex, which was when? Two weeks ago? And she had liked it so much, the feel of Alex's mouth had followed her in a couple of very graphic dreams… but the reality is so much fucking better, she thinks as their tongues move together, slowly.

Alex slips her hands over Piper's ass. Piper moans and spreads her legs, Alex's jeans rough against her pussy. She moans again when Alex slowly strokes her fingers up inner thigh. The feel of Alex's fingers against her cunt makes her sink her teeth into the brunette's lower lip. A shiver goes through Alex and Piper can feel it with her entire body. Closer, she thinks, I want you closer.

"Fuck me," she says, heavy with desire, and spreads wider as Alex's fingers fill her and all she can think is yes, yea, yes.

"This is too good," she smiles against Alex's stomach, content to bask in the afterglow, in the lazy feel of Alex's fingers drawing patterns over her back. She can hear something going on downstairs, like the party just got more boisterous. A thumping bass shakes the walls but right now she just don't care. Right now, all is as it should be in the world.

"Yea?" she can feel the self satisfied smirk in Alex's voice in the way her body rises and falls. She takes the smoke Alex passes on to her and takes a shallow drag. This is nice too, good quality leaf. Well, of course.

"Yep," she says, passing the smoke back. "I could lie here all night." She could, even if it's just got even nosier downstairs. The bass thumping stops and now it's just voices, speaking over each other.

"Just lie here?" Alex asks, playfully grabbing one of her breasts. A car door slams somewhere near.

"Where are you going?" She grabs Alex's hand, spinning her around. Downstairs it's mayhem. People are shouting, furniture is being moved around, something ceramic breaks into pieces… Are those gun shots?

"Shhhh…" Alex's fingers are on her mouth and in spite of everything, Piper leans into the touch. For a long moment they stare at each other. Then something changes in Alex's eyes. "Come," she says, threading their fingers together.

"Where?" Piper insists, as Alex moves to the side of a window and looks down. Heavy steps make their way up the stairs.

"Out," Alex says and a moment later the door busts open.

It's dark and the dirt under her feet is soft from the torrential rains of the past week. Piper isn't sure where they are now. As soon as they made it out of the house – by falling through the awning at the back – shots rang past them, so loud, her ears are still ringing. She feels Alex's hand let go of hers.

"Alex?" she whispers, fear gripping her sides. Her hand is yanked down.

"Through here," she hears Alex's voice. She blindly follows, instinctively pushing branches out of her face. Something stings her. Her heart beats so fast she can't even think.

It's bright on the other side: the backstreet. Before she can fully get to her feet she's being pulled up.

"Hold on tight," Alex says, pulling Piper's hands around her waist. "Tighter!" There is a wisp of a smile in her voice. How can you laugh? Piper thinks. "If you fall you'll slow me down," Alex continues, yanking Piper's linked hands forward. Piper's body is flush against her back.

"Cunt!" Piper hisses but there's a tiny bit of smile in there, too. This feels nice, she thinks, in spite of the surreal situation.

They zip through the empty backstreets and then make their way onto the highway. Alex whizzes into a gas station, surveying the scene. It's mostly empty, except for a black two door car, stalling. The driver's door is ajar.

"Off," Alex turns her head back, shaking Piper's linked hands.

"What?"

"Change of transport," she grins and all Piper can think of is how her teeth sparkle bright white against the dingy dark surrounding them.

"We just stole someone's car," Piper says as they zip out the parking lot.

"Mhm," Alex says. Piper can tell she's very pleased with herself.

"Whose motorcycle was that?" Piper motions back with her head. Alex shrugs. Piper turns to fully face her. "What exactly are we doing?"

"Getting away from the cops. What does it look like to you, Piper?"

"They shot at us," Piper says, eyes large as she recalls the moments back at the house. "Shit. What's going on?"

"Police raid."

"How can you be so fucking calm about it? Is this something normal?"

"Of course it's not normal, Piper. Someone squealed."

"I can't believe what's happening to me," Piper says, covering her face with her hands. When she gets no answer (did she expect one?), she looks back at Alex, who's driving quietly. Her face appears impassible, half covered in shadows. Piper breathes heavily, trying to steady her pulse. Alex pushes the glove compartment open.

"Look in there. Owner might have a spliff or something."

Piper fumbles inside. To her surprise, there's a dime bag among the usual crap. She lets out a nervous laugh. Her fingers are trembling slightly as she fishes it out the lighter.

"How the hell did you know?"

Alex shrugs, overtaking a car.

"He looked like it." Piper keeps staring at the dime bag. "Roll it," Alex nods at the rolling paper inside the glove compartment.

"I… don't know how to."

"Jesus, Piper, really? You went to college."

"I didn't take that particular class."

Alex rolls her eyes and pulls to the shoulder. She rips the baggie open and tips the contents onto the rollup paper. With quick moves, she rolls the paper, licks the edge.

"Here," she presents the rollup to Piper, with a little smile. It's kinder than Piper would've thought. "Do you want me to light it for you?"

"Fuck you," Piper says, half embarrassed.

When Piper wakes up the car is stationary. The first thing she sees is a small plane, partially illuminated by the car's lights. There's really not much else to see. There are no streetlights around them. She thinks she makes out the edges of a shed or hangar behind the plane.

"All right, time to move on," she hears Alex's voice. Her eyes drop to Alex's hand on her knee, squeezing gently. She turns her head. Alex is smiling. "Come on, let's get going."

She follows Alex out of the car and they board the plane.

"Where are we going?"

"For the time being, Arkansas."

"Arkansas? What the hell is in Arkansas?"

"Our next ride."

They are in the second plane when Piper decides it's time to talk. She would've talked earlier but the engine noise on the first plane prevented her.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"What exactly do you want to know, Piper?"

"I just said."

"You got caught in the middle of a police bust. We legged it."

"And you brought me along because you were afraid I'd talk."

"I didn't bring you along, Piper, if you remember."

"I was afraid. I had no idea what was going on."

"Well, it's not like I tied you up or anything. You could've said you wanted out."

"And be stuck somewhere in the middle of nowhere at 3am? Are you kidding me?"

"It was hardly a warzone, Piper. Anyway, I can get you a plane ticket back if you're so keen on returning."

"I don't have a fucking passport on me! How do I explain that at the airport?"

"You were kidnapped by pirates?" Alex smirks. "We can go somewhere where that's a reality."

"Fuck you, you stupid idiot!" Piper punches her shoulder. She's laughing, but it's mixed with tears of fear. Once again, she takes her face in her hands. "How the FUCK did I get involved in all this?"