"Hello Mr….Tee?" Vicki seemed confused on what to call him. Timmy watched for a moment to see if there was any sign of recognition in her eyes. Satisfied he saw nothing, he Held out his hand to shake hers.

"Sure, that works for now. How are you doing Miss…." Timmy trailed off. He was about to call her Miss Valentine, but that would really have given it away. Luckily, he was able to catch himself and turn his statement into a question.

"Valentine. Victoria Valentine."

"The pleasure is all mine Miss Valentin." Timmy made a show of bowing as he carefully placed a kiss on her knuckles. He looked up just in time to catch a slight grin on her face…or maybe a sneer? He wasn't really sure. So he stood back up and released her hand. She turned to Chase as he did,

"Quite the gentleman you've got here Chase. Add in the money and the looks and I don't think I'll have any trouble finding someone for him." Her statement caught Timmy off guard so he jumped in.

"Um, I'm not sure what Chase told you Miss Valentine, but I'm not looking for someone to just have on my arm." He watched Vicki turn her attention back to him, carefully considering him. This time it was definitely a cheerful sneer on her face. Only she could make a sneer look cheerful.

"Mr. Tee, please relax. Chase made it quite clear you wanted something more. And don't worry." She leaned closer to him, almost as if she was going to share a personal secret. "I am very, very good at what I do."

There was tension in the air for a moment. Timmy wondered if pissing Vicki off was a bad idea and wondered how he had already managed it. As his shoulders dropped in defeat, he heard Chase cough. It broke the room as Vicki stood back up straight. She looked around and finding his couch, strolled over and plopped herself down.

"Ok, Mr. Tee. I need to figure some things out about you. For example, I can't exactly introduce you to anyone as Mr. Tee and if I say Tiberius Tee…well, you have already made it quite clear that will not work. Which direction should we go?"

Timmy watched as she reached into her bag and pulled out a pad of paper. He saw her click a pen open and hold it to her lips. He almost found himself mesmerized, but pulled himself from it just in time to avoid her noticing. He strolled over and prepared to sit down beside her as he answered.

"Well could we go with Timothy Tee?"

She reached out and stopped him from sitting down as she wrote, mulling it over.

"Hmmm, Timothy. Good name. I've always liked it. Could work." She stopped and looked up where she had stopped him from sitting. "Ok, now I need to see the goods. Strip and turn while we keep talking."

"What?!" That was not something Timmy had been anticipating. More than that, this was Vicki asking him to do it. It all felt so…wrong. She stood up and faced him, a very serious look on her face.

"Mr. Tee….Timothy. I need to see what I am working with. That means I will need to know quite a few things about you. That would happen to include what you look like physically. You have a very nice style." She stopped to indicate his button down, rolled up sleeves, jeans, dress shoes, and vest. "But a woman who loves you will also see more than that. I would like to know what I am working with…So." She plopped back down on the couch. "…Strip."

Timmy glanced over at Chase. He was leaning in the doorway with a huge teasing grin on his face. It almost said 'you asked for this' and Timmy just wanted to punch him. Timmy had matured a deal. He now stood around 6'3" with shaggy brunette hair. It was long enough to fall into his eyes and he had taken to styling it. He'd also grown a decent amount of scruff to look, as he was told, very handsome. While his buck teeth had finally given way to a gorgeous crooked grin, he had kept his bright blue eyes. Those were a bit of a signature and people seemed to love them. Timmy looked back at Vicki and Chase each once more before giving in.

He carefully unbuttoned his vest and shirt before sliding them off. As he did, he could have sworn he heard a small gasp from Vicki, but when he looked there was nothing amiss. It made him wonder if he had imagined it. He stood there, almost waiting for further instructions. Vicki studied him for a moment and looked as if she was about to ask him to remove his jeans too. Instead, she indicated with her pen for him to spin. He did carefully, showing off his body.

While Timmy had never been big in the gym, he did like to stay fit. It was one of the few things he took pride in beyond his music. He had been a bit of a "bad boy" persona, getting his ears pierced and several tattoos. His right arm had a full sleeve which wrapped around his shoulder before draping gracefully across his back. And with such gorgeous artwork, he'd had to keep the canvas in shape as well. So he swam three days a week, ran two more, and did certain weightlifting that his trainer set out. It had kept him in great shape, with shoulders of the gods, firm pecs, and a true washboard stomach. He didn't necessarily hide it, but he also only showed off his body when heading to the beach or the gym these days.

As he carefully turned, he could feel both Chase and Vicki's eyes on him. They were almost burning through him, but it didn't matter. He turned carefully around to face them and took Vicki in while she seemed to be considering something.

He had noticed her height when she came in. When they were younger, it always felt like she towered over him. When she came in, however, he noticed she couldn't be much more than 5'2" or 3". She had on heels which gave her another three or four inches, but she certainly wasn't the giant he remembered. He also noticed she was rather fit and trim herself. She came in in a sharp looking business suit, but the blouse underneath revealed just enough to keep it interesting. She was petite, but had all the right curves to make any guy drool. Timmy kind of felt like he certainly could, but she was his baby sitter, almost like his mother. In fact she had been more of a mom and caretaker than his own parents. Any of them really.

So he kept looking. Her face was angular and had a classic kind of beauty. She could probably get away without any makeup, but she seemed to be wearing what she did quite well. Then there was the hair. It was still fire red and stood out perfectly beside her pale skin and black suit.

But her most captivating feature still had to be her eyes. They were pink, already a rare sight to begin with. And in her fashion, she made them emotional more than you ever thought eyes could be. Timmy remembered that Vicki always seemed to make herself angry, but her eyes always told a different story. She was a torrent of emotions which would kill a lesser person. It was kind of why she had always intrigued Timmy.

And now here she sat, before him after 12 years, once again captivating him.

Vicki finally seemed satisfied and looked up at him. Her face showed no emotion, but Timmy could see in her eyes she was impressed. She motioned for him to sit beside her.

"Ok Timothy. Let's talk about you. I need to figure you out, so tell me about you. Likes, dislikes, all that."

Timmy considered it a moment before going in.

"Not much to tell. Parents died young, spent time in foster parents homes. Didn't go well, so I left and roamed for a few years. In Boston, got a lucky break as they say and got a deal. People seem to like my stuff, so here I am. As for likes, music, Crimson Chin, and Scotch. Dislikes…not many. Probably just people chewing with their mouth open."

Vicki watched him, seeming confused. She seemed to almost be chewing on the tip of her pen as she took him in. Then she seemed to snap out of it.

"Well really not much to go on. Hmmm, let's see. Oh! Have you ever been in love before?"

"Not really."

"Ever loved someone before?"

Timmy thought for a minute. He had loved one person. Mind you, he hadn't been in love with her, but he had loved her. Of course that person was in front of him right now, asking him to tell her. He took a deep breath and let out a long, drawn out sigh.

"One, yes. It was a long time ago and she left my life. Kind of crushed me when she did. She was really special. Took care of me better than my mom ever could, though I would never admit it to her."

Vicki let out a bit of a laugh.

"You were in love with your babysitter?" Timmy tensed.

"What is it to you, Miss Valentine?" his tone seemed to stop Vicki. Her face softened and she put her hand on his arm. He suddenly realized it was still bare and felt incredibly self-conscious.

"Victoria, please Timothy. And I think it is cute. I remember being a babysitter. Not sure any of those kids would have loved me like you seem to love your babysitter, but it is sweet." He saw the flood of emotions as she said this. There was happiness, anger, and sadness all at once. It made Timmy desperately wanted to tell her the truth, but he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself there just yet.

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The night progressed with Vicki and Timmy relaxing and chatting. Chase and Vicki had both stayed for dinner, but after that Chase had departed for his own date. This left Timmy and Vicki to decide what else to do. Vicki decided she needed to see how Timmy handled alcohol in order to set him up, so the two began drinking. Since she was supposed to be observing him, Timmy was a bit shocked when Vicki grabbed a glass of scotch for herself. Once he saw her down it, however, he figured she could probably handle it even better than he could.

And so the two had progressed through the night. They chatted, and as alcohol began to get into her system, Timmy found Vicki opened up more. He made it sound surprising when announcing they were both from Dimmsdale, which she seemed delighted to find. So then she talked about leaving there. She mentioned that somethings went really bad with one of the kids she cared for, so she had left. Timmy tried to pry a bit, but let it slide when Vicki snapped at him over it. He really wanted to know why she left, but it seemed now wouldn't be the time for that.

So they went on to what happened next. Vicki had left town with whatever she had tucked up in her car. She had spent some time traveling before settling in Atlanta. She had gone through a few jobs, but then started to have some really strange luck in setting up her friends on dates. After the fourth pair got married, the attention went to the boss of the company she worked for and she had managed to set him up on a date. After his marriage (he tipped Vicki for setting the two of them up) she thought she might try her hand at this. She was planning to do it small scale, but her boss had some big connections and soon she was match making for the big names.

She had met Chase about 7 years ago. At the time, he was a body guard for another big act. She had been hired to set up the musician with a date, but things did not go quite as planned. The guy was drunk off his ass and decided to make a move on Vicki. She had tried to break away, but all she could do was scream as she was over powered. Chase had run in and saved her, ending his own body guard career in the process. The two had chatted after and been friends ever since.

And so they came to the end of the night, about 1am, when Vicki decided to ask him more about himself.

"So tell me Timothy, why should I do this for you?" He could hear her fighting, not to slur her words. He had to admit, looking at the now empty bottle of scotch, she could handle her liquor. He just smiled back at her.

"Because you think I am awesome and you like the challenge." She reached out to shush him, but her hand bopped his nose. She let out a giggle as it happened.

"Hmmm, I see. But if what I hear of all these woman on the news and online is right, you are quite the player Timmy." He stopped, not sure if he had heard her right. Did she know? He decided to play it cool.

"Timmy?" This seemed to catch her attention. She sat bolt upright and her hand flew to her mouth.

"Sorry Timothy." She blushed and was suddenly very sheepish. "It was just….never mind. Tell me why you?" Timmy let out a sigh, knowing he wouldn't get any more and wishing he hadn't pushed. He liked her curled up against him.

"Nothing has ever happened, Victoria. They all come in, get drunk, I put them to bed and give them water in the morning. I always say I won't contradict their stories because they get so excited. None ever tell that story though." Vicki looked up at him confused. Then a grin crept across her face. She began crawling toward him in a very seductive manner.

"So then, Timothy." He noted she was very careful to say Timothy and not Timmy. "Are you a virgin?" As she said it, she reached him and crawled up to straddle him. But Timmy knew better and was going to call her bluff.

"Not in the least, Victoria." He placed the same emphasis on her name as she had on his. "I merely prefer to be in love before I let it happen again." Their faces were now inches apart. The tension in the air was thick.

And in that instance, Timmy suddenly realized he did want to kiss Vicki. Having her so close, seeing her again, just chatting and relaxing with her. It had been amazing. He wanted to see how her lips tasted. But he stopped himself. And she did the same. After a moment, she crawled off of him again and promptly fell asleep.

So Timmy did his normal thing. Timmy picked her up and carefully carried her to a room. For all his money, his house was still small. There were two bedrooms and one was fully of guitars. So he carefully removed the suit and slipped her into bed with a glass of water beside the bed. Then he slipped out himself and curled up on the couch.

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Timmy woke up to a giggle. It caught him off guard and he opened his eyes to see Vicki sitting on the coffee table, just staring at him. She let out a full blown laugh when their eyes met.

"You were telling the truth, Timothy. I have to say, you are a pretty sweet guy. We might just be able to find someone for you."

Timmy grumbled to himself. After last night, he didn't just want some woman. He wanted the woman in front of him. When she heard his grumble, Vicki took it as a challenge.

"You don't think I can do it? I bet you I can!"

"Oh? You BET you can now? How does that work?" Vicki considered this for a moment. Then she smiled.

"If I can, you have to dedicate a song on your next album to me."

Timmy considered this for a moment. It was simple enough, but he had never done that before. After a moment, he looked up and nodded.

"And if you can't?" Vicki looked at him, confused. Apparently she really thought she could do this. Timmy just smiled, his own thoughts suddenly more twisted than they should be.

"Well, I don't think that will happen, so I will do anything. You name it." Timmy thought for another moment. Then a smile grew on his face. Seeing the smile, he saw a slight hesitation in Vicki's own glare.

"How long do you think it will take?"

"To fall in love or find someone?"

"Find someone who will be able to convince me I could love them."

Vicki thought for a moment. It was a very directed question. She pondered past relationships she had created.

"I would say within 2 dates, so probably 3 weeks or do."

"Ok Miss Valentine. See, I have a big show coming up in 3 weeks. I would really like to bring a date I enjoy to it."

Vicki just nodded her head, showing she understood.

"And if you haven't been able to find me anyone by then…"

Vicki stood up now, a bit concerned over what the superstar before her was going to say.

"…Then you will come as my date."