A/N: So here is the chapter that you've probably been waiting for – bring on Alex! This chapter took me ages as I tried super hard to make it good, but instead it just turned out really damn long, so sorry about that woops, we'll have to go with quantity not quality... Also, thanks for the reviews again guys, really appreciate it you're all brill xxx

It was gone nine o'clock when Piper finally reached the destination that promised at least a small hope of finding Alex Vause. She stared at its tacky, multicoloured neon lights and tiny exterior in pure disbelief. The 'Subway Inn', (not fucking 'in'), was the Upper East Side's most loved, and pretty much sole dive bar, which was ironic in itself, considering that the majority of the wealthy crowd in this privileged part of the city probably had no fucking idea what a dive bar even was. Piper thought that places like this only existed in East Village these days, yet here it sat, quietly nestled in amongst some of the fanciest leisure establishments that New York had to offer. Piper looked the grotty building up and down again and chuckled at how fitting it was for Alex Vause's supposedly regular haunt, as it was small and delightfully unfussed; inconspicuous in a conspicuous area. Piper didn't know how much money Alex had, but she guessed that she wasn't that important in Kubra's ring, because since when did powerful drug barons want to put girls in charge? She probably just carried his drug money, maybe slept with him to get cash as well, the usual for many girls involved in this type of crime unfortunately. Despite the description of her appearance, maybe Alex was just a poor, helpless victim of the disgusting men of the ring.

But anyway, Piper wondered if Alex journeyed to this part of the city to at least feelsuper wealthy and in control, yet remain hidden. At this stage in her internal dialogue, Piper almost felt sorry for Alex Vause. She quickly shook herself free of that feeling though; sympathy for the person that you're meant to be tracking, investigating, and eventually sending to prison was not exactly the best start to her mission.

Piper did a quick scan of the bar as soon as she entered: nobody who even remotely matched the description, it was just a grimey cesspit of all ages of men who reminded her a lot of Richard, predatory, and then a few small, random groups of rowdy younger people who'd obviously just stumbled across this place and were just here for a good time and cheap booze. Fuck. Piper perched herself awkwardly on one of the barstools, unsure as to whether she should even bother buying a drink because she felt souncomfortable, but then again, she had a job to do. I'll give it fifteen minutes.

But twelve minutes passed and Piper had already swatted away two keen, smarmy male pursuers, and now a third was giving her bother. And despite scoping the room frequently, she still couldn't see anyone who might be Alex Vause.

'Come on baby, just come back to mine.' The older man before her had shuffled his way along the sticky bar and was now less than half a metre away from Piper, who did not enjoy any unwanted invasion of her personal space. She rolled her eyes and shook her head firmly, turning her body towards the man with yellow teeth and hollow, bloodshot eyes and telling him for the umpteenth time that the answer was no. But then, without warning, his hand came to rest on the small of Piper's back and he began to lean in to kiss her, telling her that 'it'd be fun'. Piper swore she was about to throw up as her body went rigid and the smell of the alcohol and cigars on his breath filled her nostrils. She forcefully shoved him away.

'Back. Off.' She eyed him dangerously, but he smirked and moved in once again, his eyes wild and hungry and evil this time. Piper instinctively reached for the pepper spray she carried around in her pocket whenever she went out alone on jobs like this, but as she began to draw it out of her pocket, her vision was blocked as a figure wedged itself between her and the man.

'Hey, fuckwad, did you not hear her?' A deep, gravelly voice said that captivated Piper's attention without hesitation. 'If you wanna keep your dick intact, I suggest you do as she fucking said and back. the fuck. off.' And then Piper's vision was restored, the first thing she saw being the disgusting man hastily pop himself off the stool before swiftly exiting the bar altogether, those discoloured, bloodshot eyes wide in shock.

A relieved Piper then turned to face the now nearly empty bar and swallowed the lump in her throat. She felt tears prick in her eyes as the stress of today and the shock of that situation hit her, and to top it all off, Alex Vause wasn't even fucking here, so tomorrow morning she would be back to square one.

'Margarita, please.' She gloomily told the barman as she swallowed her smotions and sighed as she rested her head in her hands.

'No thank you andno drink? Fuck me, is this the way you treat everyone who saves your ass from drunk perverts in bars?'

Piper's ears pricked up, it was that voice again. She'd just assumed that the person who'd helped her had been a decent person who had then taken no further notice of her, but it looked like she had been mistaken. So she turned to her right, where the voice had come from, and suddenly her mind flipped back to her little piece of goldbar paper:

'Tall, dark hair, grey eyes, black glasses, tattoos on right upper arm and forearm...'

Fuck.

This was the person who had saved her, the person with the voice. This was-

'So I see you're pretty bad at formal introductions.' The strikingly attractive woman before her drawled, and held out her hand politely, a cheeky smirk appearing on her face when she noticed that Piper had been rendered speechless, 'well, my name is Alex.' Piper felt the eyes of the infamous Alex Vause on her, and worryingly, she also felt colour rising in her cheeks. What the fuck? Alex chuckled deeply, and the sound sent a shiver flying down Piper's spine. She still said nothing, but Alex certainly needed no prompting, 'again, my name is Alex... and I would like a Magarita too, please.' She winked, and Piper stared, maybe a little too much and for a little too long.

But after the initial minutes of registration and shock and confusion, Piper's brain woke up and thankfully, it switched gears. She now had to start her job and find out everything about Alex Vause.

Piper ordered Alex's drink and finally shook her hand. 'I'm Piper.' She replied before realising what she had just done.

You fucking idiot! You probably could've done smarter things than telling her your real name, maybe you could've just flashed her your FBI badge instead! Idiot idiot idiot!Piper breathed. Okay, no, you know what, it's okay, your job is a secret to the world, no one knows. She doesn't know. It's fine. Calm.

Alex was frowning slightly as she watched Piper's expression lapse. 'What's up, kid?' Alex raised one of her immaculately shaped eyebrows, and Piper found herself staring again, 'cat got your tongue?' She laughed lightly, a sound that was quickly becoming something that Piper enjoyed hearing immensely. Holy fucking shit this is a problem.

'Seriously, am I like, ugly or something? Or do you just not wanna talk to me...Because that would fucking hurt my pride.' Alex smiled that little smile again and adjusted her glasses, and she momentarily looked a little self-conscious as her confident front dropped for a second.

And it was this moment that Piper realised that she was attracted to Alex Vause. Quite a lot.

BUT SHE'S A WOMAN!Her brain screeched, and whilst Piper had no issues with gay people, she herself had never 'been gay', and this sent her brain into overdrive. So does this make me gay? Do I even like her? Am I just drunk? No, I had one fucking drink. I'm so confused. Shit. Fuck. Why is she staring at me again? She's so hot. I've never even looked at a woman like this before. This isn't even happening right now. Woah she looks sexy when she drinks. Fuck, she just licked her lips. Apparently that's one of my 'lesbian turn ons'. Lesbian? When did I even turn lesbian? Am I a full lesbian or part-lesbian? Is that even a thing? Is there like, a scale of how lesbian you are? Oh god, look at her eyes, she's beautiful...AND SHE'S A CRIMINAL AND PROBABLY THE GIRLFRIEND OF THAT KUBRA GUY. Someone kill me.

Piper snapped back to reality finally, (thoroughly embarrassed by her inner ramblings), to see that Alex was staring at her with those deep grey eyes, that had now softened slightly. She was obviously confused by Piper's awkward behaviour. Hell, Piper was confused by Piper's awkward behaviour.

'So... Piper,' Alex rested her chin in her hand. 'Apart from your name... What else do I need to know about you?' Piper found herself yearning uncontrollably to tell Alex everything about every inch of her life, yet also found herself feeling physically sick over this entire situation. She was so strongly attracted to this woman, the woman whom she was soon meant to have enough dirt on to throw into prison. Fucking say something before she gets bored and leaves.

'Seeing as you've been doing all the talking so far,' Piper began, 'I'll let you continue. What do Ineed to know about you, Alex?' She liked the way the name rolled off her tongue. 'What do you do, apart from chasing creepy men away from innocent girls in dive bars? Do you have a boyfriend?' Piper decided to just bite the bullet and dive in at the deep end, asking two important questions straight up. Alex raised an eyebrow and Piper followed, raising one of her own back, playfully. Was she flirting? She idly bit her straw, flashing her perfect teeth, and finished her drink. She was definitely flirting. Flirting with the probable girlfriend of the drug ring king pin who had not yet been caught. Dangerous game.

'So, first you don't talk, and then you ask me every question under the sun? You know, I can't figure you out...' Alex paused and looked down on Piper with a mysterious glint in her eye. 'But anyway,' she continued, 'I work for an international drug cartel.' And there it was, the scale of Piper's newfound problem hit her as it dawned on her that this woman was the criminal she was hunting, was potentially dangerous, and that she needed to get enough information on her for the FBI to take her down.

'Yeeeeah people never know how to react to that one.' Alex half smiled and shrugged. 'I fucking love it. I'm brilliant at moving large amounts of illegal shit, and that's the main thing.' Piper actually admired Alex's 'I don't give a fuck mentality' despite the fact that she would have normally deemed it as cockiness. Piper realised that Alex had completely skimmed over her other question.

'And the boyfriend?' She innocently enquired again.

'I was just coming on to that, actually.' Alex said, a hint of amusement shining in her eyes, causing Piper to realise how keen she'd just sounded, not that she was here to sound keen, she was here to catch a law-breaker, right? Right? Why, God, WHY?Piper inwardly screamed. Life was not fair.

'I work with exclusively all guys. But no boyfriend. No fucking way. ' Alex chuckled to herself and Piper felt that she had missed something.

'They're uh... Not your type, then?' Piper probed somewhat cautiously, any information given at any time could be important to the investigation, but also, she was just curious.

'You could say that, yeah.'

Piper was agitated by Alex's cryptic answers. She wanted more. 'So what exactly is your type, Alex?'

'Vaginas.' Alex said, flatly, smirking evilly as she watched Piper's jaw drop open. 'My type, Piper,'the blonde had to draw in breath as Alex's voice sunk even deeper and she emphasised her name, 'is blonde, squeaky clean girls who probably went to college, may or may not have a mediocre, fitted-sweater wearing boyfriend sat at home, and have never so much as lookedat a woman the way you've been looking at me for the past half hour.'

Piper's breath hitched in her throat as Alex brought her mouth down to the blonde's ear. 'You're my type. Tell me if I'm wrong, and I'll back off. If you're fucking lucky that is, which is unlikely.' She husked, and Piper thanked the heavens that she was sat on the barstool, else her suddenly weak knees would've had her in a jittery pile of nerves on the floor.

Alex's face was inches away from Piper's, and this time, the pepper spray sat in her pocket didn't even cross Piper's mind. 'Give me your number.' Piper whispered resolutely, wedging her phone into the tension-filled void between Alex's perfect face and her own. Alex blinked and withdrew, grabbing Piper's phone and punching in her number.

'You're quite something, aren't you?' Alex slid Piper's phone back into the blonde's hand, her fingers lingering for a heartbeat longer than they should've. Piper scanned her phone screen and saved Alex's contact. Well, at least she'd achieved something useful from this surreal evening.

'Speak for yourself... Alex Vause.' Piper whispered and bit her lip, firstly wondering what the fuckshe was doing trying to tease a drug-smuggling lesbian, and secondly, noticing how intently fixated said drug-smuggling lesbian's eyes were on her lips. So she licked them and wondered, once again, what the FUCK am I doing?

And then Alex's hand was grazing her thigh and her face was moving towards Piper's again, this time it came so close that the very ends of their lips came into tantalisingly momentary contact, so light that neither could really feel it, before Alex raised an eyebrow and pulled away, a devilish smile appearing on her face.

'You didn't even tell me your last name.' She said innocently, as if that moment had never happened.

'Chapman.' Piper barely managed to get the word out. She did think against giving Alex her real name, but her job was a secret to the world, and she was now a little drunk, so who cared? Alex wouldn't know who she was, nor were there any means for her to find out.

'Well, Piper Chapman,'Alex's tone was dripping with something dark, lusty, and intoxicatingly enticing, 'you're a fucking tease, I will admit. But I would watch yourself, because the moment you start to fuck with melike that?' Alex paused, before, in one swift motion, trailblazing her hand up Piper's thigh and leaving her fingers lingering, painfully faintly, just above the hem of the blonde's dress, where her skin prickled under the touch and her eyes widened. 'I will make you feel things that no man, or woman, for that matter, willever be able to make you feel.' Piper felt Alex's fingers dance even further under her dress and she unexpectedly let out a quiet moan of blissful enjoyment, at which point, Alex's hand was revoked immediately, her work was done.

'You'd better call me, Pipes.'

And so, Piper watched Alex Vause wink at her before leaving the Subway Inn, raven-hair and hips swaying as she disappeared into the night, leaving a speechless, hypnotised Piper confused, not much further along in her investigation, and the most frustratingly turned on she had everbeen.

F u c k.