A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed their New Year's Eve celebrations! Mine involved a surprise kidnapping from my boyfriend, which lead to a 24 hour snuggle-fest which lead to this chapter not getting done until yesterday. So.... blame him for it not getting up until today!

As always, thanks to chisaii-kitty for being my kick-ass beta.

Disclaimer: Blah blah blah

Finish this bitch. Those were Pam's exact words to him and that's what he was trying to do. Trying in vain, apparently. His deadline was looming, twenty-four hours away. He needed to write the ending and knew that it needed to be explosive. He had gotten past the point where Danger figured out that Susannah was the killer; now it was time for justice. His dilemma of the day was Susannah's fate. He was faced with three options; one path let Susannah get away, the other got her arrested, and the last got her killed.

He honestly didn't want to kill her off. He tended to visualize his writing and couldn't bear to picture Sookie dead. That still left him with two options. Could Danger really let a cold blooded killer get away? He loved her and it could be plausible to send her off somewhere to avoid capture. The lawman in him would never let that stand, she had to see her day in court for justice to be served.

If only there was a beautiful goddess who inspired me. A muse I haven't seen in two whole days.

He flipped open his phone, sending Sookie a text message: Have a moment to indulge your favorite author/boyfriend?

He laid his phone down on the desk to continue his internal debate on the last chapter. Send her away or send her to jail? He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the cool leather of his chair. The vibration of the phone against the desk pulled him back. At Merlotte's. Slow night, what's up?

He wondered what exactly he should ask her. He could flat out ask her to decide Susannah's fate or ask for something more. Need to step away from my writing. Come over tonight. I need my muse.

He knew distancing himself from the computer would do wonders for the creative juices. Leaving the study would be a good idea in general as it was something he hadn't done in since Sookie last visited the other night. She had lured him away from his computer with a tantalizing dinner she was preparing and the promises of a proper romp. She worked hard to make sure he didn't leave the bed that night. In fact, when he sat down at his computer the next morning, he felt refreshed and refocused on his work. He looked at his phone willing it to ring with Sookie's next text.

Ring, dammit ring, you useless piece of technology, let Sookie's message come through!

It was the front door opening and closing that sent a jolt through him. He was so focused on his phone he was completely unaware of everything else around him.

"Hello?"

"Someone breaks into your apartment and all you can say is 'hello'?"

"It's not exactly breaking in when I was the one to give you the key, Sookie."

She popped into his study, still in her uniform. She pushed his chair away from the desk, curling up in his lap. "Technically Victor the security guard gave me the key. You just never asked for it back. Someone smells and I can't tell if it's you or me. Join me in the shower and then we'll talk about whatever it is that you needed to hash out."

She was about to jump out of the chair, but he held her hips firmly in place. She braced her hands around his neck, catching the lust filled look in his eyes. He trailed a hand up her body, letting it tangle in her hair, pulling her lips to his. He devoured them, kissing her, pressing her body as close to his as possible. He kissed along her jaw, nipping and biting her neck with the same passion he gave her lips. As he ripped her shirt and bra from her body, she started to laugh.

"Doesn't look like we're making it to the shower. Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

He gave her an amused smile before bringing her up on her knees, placing her perfect breasts in level with his mouth. He licked his lips with a hunger that belonged to a man who had not eaten in weeks. He circled one nipple with his tongue, toying and teasing it before it turned to gentle nips and bites, showing the same attention to the other with his fingers. She moaned, barely able to say, "Definitely not making it to the shower."

"I've been writing sex scenes since yesterday. I wanted to call you last night but it was so late by the time I pulled myself away from my desk, I didn't want to wake you. Needless to say, I've got a little pent up energy to burn."

He switched his attentions back to her neck, his personal favorite place to taste her. His hands worked their way down her ribs, enjoying the shudder it caused, settling on the buttons of her black jeans. He worked them open as she pulled his shirt over his head. She sat back down in his lap, grinding against him with vigor. "Burn away."

She slid off the chair, just long enough to work the pants down her legs, as he did the same. Climbing back into his lap, she took his member in her hands, lining it up with her wet opening. He stilled her movements, rasping out, "No condom?"

"I've been on the pill for weeks now. I'm clean and in the past ten years you've had sex with two people. No need. Is that okay?"

He pulled her down, thrusting, filling her in one fluid motion as his answer. She screamed out at the sensation, wrapping her arms tight around him, burying her face in his shoulder. She was trembling in his arms, her breathing erratic. He pulled her face back from his body, it was a mask of ecstasy while his was one of pure terror. "Are you alright, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Hurt me? Eric, I came with one stroke. I'm far from pain right now."

He began to move within her best he could from his seated position, leaving most of the movement to her. She rocked her hips, using her legs to piston herself up and down, her hands against his shoulders as leverage. He was on fire for her, their bodies were joined with no barrier for the first time and he was beyond bliss. He couldn't take this passive position anymore and rose, slamming the door shut, bracing her back against it as he pounded into her. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist, calling his name out as a second orgasm took her. The sound of his name on her lips, the pleasure in her voice, her muscles contracting all around him broke the gate that held him back. He increased his speed and force, letting his own release wash over him.

He fell back into his chair, still clutching her to his body. The force of their collapse rolling his office chair across the room, slamming it against the far wall. When she finally managed to stand, she surveyed the damage. Several frames had fallen from the walls from the force of their coupling.

"Looks like I owe you a few new picture frames. And you owe me a shower. Let's go." She tried to pull him from the chair and he caved to her desires, following her out of the room, careful to avoid the broken glass.

After using every drop of hot water in the entire apartment building, they were laying in bed, curled up in each other's arms. She was resting against his chest, playing with the soft blond hair that covered it as he ran his hands through her slowly drying hair. They were both beyond relaxed after their time in the study and second round in the shower.

"What did you want to talk to me about? You know, the actual reason I came over."

"I'm having trouble deciding how I want to end the book. Danger knows about Susannah's past, and how she's been using him, but what should he do about it?"

She looked up at him, confusion in her eyes. "Danger wouldn't hurt her. He loves her too much."

"I've come to that conclusion, too. But should he help her escape the law, or hand her over to the police?"

"If he lets her get away, that opens up another book with her as the killer. You know that she wouldn't mend her ways just because one detective figured her out. She'd keep using rich guys and killing them when she got bored. Getting him back on her trail would be an interesting read."

"Point, but would someone like Danger really let a person as dangerous as Susannah get away? Would he be able to live with that decision?"

"Would he be able to handle knowing he sent someone he loves to jail?"

He ran a hand through his hair, something he did whenever he was frustrated. She grabbed his hands so he wouldn't start pulling his hair out and kissed all his fingers in turn. "Why don't you sleep on it? Make a decision in the morning."

"Sounds good to me. Spend the night?"

"Good luck kicking me out of this bed. Good night, Eric, I love you."

He placed a sweet kiss to her lips and another to the tip of her nose. "I love you, too. Sweet dreams."

When Sookie woke the next morning, she reached behind her groping for Eric. She instead found a furrier cuddling partner, a still-sleeping Clancy. She left the bedroom, stopping in the kitchen to pour two mugs of coffee that she assumed Eric had brewed when he woke up. As she paused, she heard his fingers flying furiously over the keys. She knew he had figured it all out, happy that she could steer him in the right direction.

She peaked around the door frame, stealing a glance of him working. She was glad to see he had cleaned the glass from the broken frames so they could safely walk through barefoot. She placed the fresh mug down beside his keyboard. He stopped typing to look up at her smiling. "It all came to me last night. I don't remember the entire dream, but I can clearly see Danger standing at a train station as the train pulls away. Obviously, this means she gets away. Want to read it?"

She pulled his chair away, curling up in his lap, sipping her coffee. "Not awake yet, read it to me?"

He scrolled up the page, placing a kiss to the top of her head.


Danger drove through the empty early morning streets, the only sound filling the car being Susannah's sobs.

"You're turning me in, aren't you? You'll leave me to rot in jail for the rest of my life. Those men deserved to die, Alex, don't you dare tell me otherwise. They took advantage of me, I killed evil men!"

"You've said enough, just shut up for the rest of the drive. I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth."

That effectively stopped her talking; she was even afraid to cry. He focused his eyes on the road ahead of him, not daring to look at the woman who, just the previous night, he opened his heart to, declaring his undying love. As they left the tall buildings of the city, the view turned to trees and open fields.

"Where are we going?"

"I asked you to stay quiet. Don't make me change my mind."

"Alex, I love you. I said it last night, and I meant it. I never meant to hurt you."

"No, you just planted evidence to lead to a false arrest of an innocent man. I turned over an innocent man to the cops while you ran around town killing people, using me as an alibi. But none of that was supposed to hurt me. I was a convenient boyfriend; a warm bed and a good fuck. I've had enough of you and your lies. Let them be someone else's problem."

With that he pulled into an old station where the train was waiting, billowing smoke high into the sky. He left the car, slamming the door hard behind him, causing a still shaky Susannah to jump. He returned a few moments later, opened her door and thrust the ticket at her.

"One way to California, I want you as far from me as humanly possible. Your trunk's in the back. Get out."

Always a gentleman, he carried her things to the train, handing them off to one of the attendants. She stopped him with one hand to his elbow. Standing in front of him, she rose to her toes, placing a delicate kiss to his unyielding lips.

"Something to remember me by. I'll change, I'll be the woman you want me to be. Maybe someday we could be together again."

"Take another life, and the last thing you'll see is the muzzle of my gun."

She looked down, avoiding his eyes. "Goodbye." She turned and walked away, boarding the train without looking back at him. The train left the station, blowing its whistle for all to hear. The gust of wind whipped his long trench around him as he watched his most recent disaster walk away forever. She found an empty space on the train, taking a seat beside a young man in a fine tailored suit, introducing herself with a sly smile. Some promises were meant to be broken.


He looked down at his lap to be sure his girlfriend hadn't fallen back asleep. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"That's it."

"That's perfect! So glad you didn't kill her off, she's going to be fun to take out to play with later."

"I finished reading it over and adding last minute tweaks as you walked in, I'm really happy with the way everything turned out. I think this is the best piece I've ever written. Hopefully the rest of the world thinks so."

"Your fans will love it. It's classic Danger; being ballsy, getting the girl, solving the crime... and a completely different ending from the first three books. Not every detective book should end with the bad guy going to jail or dying. It's a surprise ending."

"I'm glad you liked it. It's on its way to Pam as we speak. Hopefully she likes it as much as you did. Now, how do you suggest we spend the rest of the afternoon?"

She looked up at his predatory gaze, jumped out of his lap and ran into the bedroom, with him hot on her heels.

A/N2: Hokay, I probably should have said this earlier but, I'm not in the book publishing/moving making world. I know these things don't happen overnight and it can take many months for them to come out to the public. However, this is fanfiction, not the real world, so I can make it happen WAY faster.

Head's up, there are only a few chapters left to this story, I know, that's awful. But I have a sequel in mind, as well as a vampire story lined up so expect more from me in the near future.

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