I had to admit, the thought of going to Michael's house terrified me even though I knew I was headed to an empty house. It wasn't the company I was worried about, I was more than excited to be spending even more time with Michael, it was the thought of moving into another woman's house, even if it was temporary and they were separated, it was another woman's house and another woman's husband and it wasn't right, even though it felt so good and oh so right. Here I was with some random clothes thrown into a bag riding out of my crappy neighborhood in a (stolen) comet headed to Vinewood Hills with the man of my dreams, even though he wasn't a carbon copy of the man I had been dreaming of as a child and this hadn't been the way I planned on getting to Vinewood Hills. I always thought I would have starred in a few movies before I was moving to the Hills, instead I was banging some other woman's bank robbing husband, but I guess it doesn't matter how I got to Vinewood as long as I was getting there.

We arrived at the huge mansion on the hill behind the gate after what seemed like forever of riding around with the windows down and my hair blowing in the breeze with a pair of Michael's trademark sunglasses on curled up under Michael's arm feet dangling out the window of the car as we rolled through the hills to Michael's palace on the hill. As we neared the turn corner of the block and I saw him signal to the house with the gate in front and my jaw dropped.

"Well, here we are blondie!" He said as the gate opened and we pulled in. I instantly noticed the one thing out of place at the immaculate palace was the rusted truck sitting out front, which I seemed to notice around the same time as Michael because before I could comprehend the situation I heard Michael mumble under his breath, "Fucking T."

"You have company?" I asked nervously as he parked the car and got out, coming around to open my door. I quickly got out and was escorted to the door of the house, watching Michael constantly look around the whole time, like he was waiting for his seemingly uninvited guest to jump out of nowhere at any point. We made it to the door and saw it was cracked open, Michael looked at me motioning for me to be quiet as he pulled a gun out of the flower pot sitting in front of the door, I made a note of where he kept that gun hidden for future reference. I got behind him as we slowly crept into the house.

"Trevor what the fuck are you doing in MY HOUSE?" He called out as we entered the house. We both saw the figure standing looking into the fridge grabbing a beer as we entered the kitchen.

"Well Mickey, look who finally decided to show up? Nice outfit too I must say." The figure who was now leaning against the counter said, looking at Michael who was still in his boxers from his drug induced night before. The man finally looked at me, looking me up and down like a piece of meat. "Well, well, well, who do we have here sugartits? I know she isn't possibly with you! The name is Trevor Philips, CEO of Trevor Philips Industries." Trevor said, leaving his post behind the counter and coming towards me, Michael coming between us.

"Knock it off T, this is Lauren and she's a friend of mine." Michael said, my heart dropping of the sound of being introduced as 'the friend'. Sure, it sounded a hell of a lot better than being called what I was, the mistress, but it still didn't feel right. I felt like we were a hell of a lot more than friends, especially when we were standing as close as we were now.

"Friend, huh? Usually I don't ride around in my underwear with hot blondes after my wife left me Mickey." Trevor said with a smirk.

"How did you know about Amanda leaving?" Michael asked.

"Your daughter called me, said you lost your fucking mind and sent me to talk some sense into you, but judging by the blonde on your arm it looks like you've already upgraded from that fake bitch you were married to, but why she's with your fat ass pork chop." Michael leaned against the counter running his fingers through his hair like he always did when he had had enough of life going around him.

"I'm fine Trevor, now what is the real reason you are here?" Michael finally responded, I took a seat next to him on the stool next to the counter, trying to get the feeling of Trevor staring at me off of my skin.

"Well Mickey boy, the FIB is our ass, and I'm tired of us being Steve Haines' bitch. Can't we just kill the fucker?" Trevor asked pacing around the kitchen.

"Look I don't like doing his dirty work anymore than you do, but we can't kill him. I don't know what his motive is but we can't double cross him without risking him throwing all of us under the bus."

"What if we had someone on the inside?" Trevor suggested, looking me up and down again, this time Michael noticing that he was staring holes through me.

"What do you mean T?" Michael said through his gritted teeth.

"Well, blondie you can talk right?"

"Yes…" I said nervously, knowing exactly what they were getting at.

"Good, and you got a hell of a body I must say, getting Uncle T all hot and bothered over here." He said circling me looking me from head to toe.

"Trevor we aren't getting her involved with the FIB, the heist was one thing, but getting her involved with the FIB is a whole other ballgame." Michael said now standing directly in front of Trevor, staring him straight in the eyes.

"I'll do it." I said quietly, both of them turning around to look at me at the same time.

"Lauren, absolutely not, I'm not letting you do this, it's too dangerous baby." Michael said shaking his head as Trevor got a wild look in his eyes.

"Oh come on Pork Chop she looks like she can handle herself, WAIT! YOU ARE THE CHICK FROM THE VANILLA UNICORN! OH HELL I KNOW YOU CAN HANDLE YOURSELF!" He said excitedly and finally I knew where I had seen him before, he was a regular at the club who regularly got himself kicked out of the bar but not without a fight. On more than a few occasions he had come in, started bar fights, and had the girls running screaming as I was keeping angry drunks away from the bar with whatever I had nearby.

"Lauren I don't want you to do this, if you got hurt because I threw you into this shit I don't know what I'd do with myself." Michael said grabbing my hands in his and looking me straight in the eyes, for the first time I saw fear in his eyes.

"Stop getting soft over there and let the girl prove you wrong Mickey." Trevor said breaking up our moment, "Just give her a chance to show you she can hold her own!"

"Michael, just let me show you I can take care of this!" I said as he looked over his shoulder for a moment deep in thought.

"Alright, but if I even have a doubt you can't handle it, I'm pulling you out!" He said as I cheered to myself.