A/N: Two more and then we're done with this one!

Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination is mine!

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"This was fun. We should do it again," Casey suggests as we head for the exit.

"Yeah, we had a great time," I agree.

"We did?" Elliot asks.

"Yes, dear. You had a blast," I remind him.

John opens his mouth to speak and Casey silences him with a glare. "So did you," she says. He nods his agreement.

I whip my head toward the stage as I hear the DJ speak. "We've got one more request! Dani! Get up here!"

Casey turns her head around and stares at the stage. "You don't think…"

"No," I say. "Hell, no."

Oh but yes. Walking toward the stage is none other than that little blonde hooker from Warrants, Miss Dani Beck.

"What the hell is she singing?" Casey asks bitterly. That's why she's my best friend. She protected my territory while I was gone.

"Oh you're KIDDING ME," I say, glancing up at the monitor.

"What?" Elliot asks.

"You Give Love a Bad Name," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Gee, El," Casey says. "Wonder who that's directed at."

"Let's go ladies. No bar fights on my watch," John says, taking Casey's arm and trying to steer her closer to the door.

"Are you KIDDING? I wouldn't miss this for the world. I'm staying," she says, jerking loose of his grasp.

Casey and I both plop down on the nearest bar stools as the tramp starts speaking. Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. Times about a million.

"I know this song isn't exactly written for a woman, but sometimes… it's just appropriate, you know?" she asks, staring straight at Elliot.

"Oh it is on," I mutter, standing up.

"Sit down, dear," Elliot says. I glare at him for a second, but sit back down.

Shot through the heart, and you're to blame, darling
You give love a bad name

An angel's smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven then put me through hell
Chains of love, got a hold on me
When passion's a prison you can't break free

You're a loaded gun ... yeah
There's nowhere to run
No one can save me, the damage is done

Shot through the heart, and you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love a bad name

As she looks at Elliot with pure… I'm not sure if that's hate or lust… whatever in her eyes, I turn to Casey. "She's fucking insane," I say.

Casey nods her agreement. "Certifiable."

You paint your smile on your lips
Blood red nails on your fingertips
A school boys dream, you act so shy
Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye

You're a loaded gun
There's nowhere to run
No-one can save me, the damage is done

This time when she looks up, she's looking straight at me. The look on her face now? Hate. She hates me. Good for fucking her. She better learn to keep her hands to herself.

Shot through the heart, and you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love...

Shot through the heart and you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name

"This is kinda turning me on," Elliot whispers, running his hands up and down my bare arms. I turn and glare at him, but soften when I see the blue flame in his eyes. He's such a pain.

"Why?" I ask.

"Just this. You being so pissed off. Me knowing that you're being territorial. And knowing that no matter what stupid song Dani Beck sings, I'm going home with the hottest woman in this damn bar."

I reach behind me to where he's standing and run my hand up his thigh until I hit the spot that makes him suck in a breath.

"She's such an idiot," Casey mutters, dragging us out of our little time warp.

Elliot wraps his arm around my shoulders. "You ready?" he asks.

"Yeah, I think I've seen enough," I reply, sliding off my bar stool.

I pull on Casey's hand and drag her from her perch. "Let's go, Counselor," I suggest. We walk out the door as the final strains of Dani's song fade out.

You give love...
You give love a bad name
You give love...
You give love a bad name
You give love...
You give love a bad name