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Rated M - for mature content and language.

Geesh, this little story is now growing to nearly 100 chapters...whew...do I keep going or start a new volume?

I guess I can't stop until Nick and Jules have their babies but ... when on earth will that be?

So much between then and now...what's a story without more drama?

And so the drama continues...but this time it involves Warrick and Trista.

In this chapter, Warrick searches for Trista...

Will he find her? Will she give him a hard time? Or give him a horrible tragedy instead?

Will there be a huge fall out for everyone involved?

You'll have to read on to find out...& remember...REVIEW!

And thank you again for my the wonderful readers who took a few minutes to give me positive reinforcement...

Trista thought her head was spinning inside the taxi she had no idea how much worse it would be inside the bar. But, it didn't really matter to her anyway.

"Damn this place is loud and rockin'!" she thought to herself.

She was about to head over to the bar but smiled when she heard her favorite song. So she made a U-Turn and headed straight to the dance floor instead and danced her way into the middle.

It wasn't long before the guys swam to her like a school of piranhas. Trista danced right along with them. In fact, she took a particular liking to the guy with the white button down shirt and the big gold watch. He was hot. He was clean cut but he sure did know how to move like a wild one. He was grinding into her from behind. Trista turned and faced him and together they danced seductively. Their bodies entwined and pressed together. He dipped her backward while she arched her back. He grinded himself into her as if he was having sex with her right there on the dance floor. Trista didn't care. She didn't feel anything. She was shut off to any feelings. She just danced. She danced her feelings and her thoughts away. But there was one thing she did feel and that was the massive hard-on this dude was pressing into her groin. She flipped herself back up to face him. She yelled to him over the music.

"Excited much?" she laughed.

"Oh yeah, you are making me crazy!" he yelled back.

"I'm glad," she said and turned her back to him.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her back to him and moved his hips into her ass. He leaned into her neck and he asked her if they could get to know each other.

"Come with me," he said.

"Where?" she laughed drunkenly.

"Over there, by the wall…" he said as he grabbed her hand and led her off the dance floor.

Driving quickly down the road Warrick felt the guilt creep in.

"Damn it, Trista…did you really need to get away from me that badly?" he asked her even though she wasn't next to him.

He ran his palm down his face as he drove fast.

"I am gonna freak out on you when I find you, ya know that!" he said to the empty car and slammed his hand on the steering wheel, "You are in NO condition to be out running around all liquored up!" he said out loud but still feeling tremendous guilt.

Pulling into the parking lot of the bar, he was grateful when he found an open parking spot.

"Oh man, I got lucky," Warrick said getting out and slamming the car door, "Now let's hope I'll have the same luck with finding her," he continued to talk to himself.

Warrick cut the line to get inside and gave a handshake and shoulder bump to the bouncer.

"Hey, Warrick, what's up, Brother," the enormous bouncer said.

"Hey Heavy, you see a dark haired, small, pretty girl," he began.

"Lots of 'em, man, take your pick," he laughed and opened the velvet rope.

Warrick nodded, "Yeah, I'm looking for on in particular…a little bombed one actually."

"Go look, man," he said and smiled he let Warrick inside, "And good luck wit dat!" he laughed a loud belly laugh.

"I might need it," Warrick nodded back.

As the good looking guy pulled Trista by the hand through the crowd they made it over to the wall by the back exit door. Trista leaned against the wall to help her from tipping over. She laughed as she banged against it hard.

"Well gorgeous, I'm Jared," he smiled a sexy smile.

"Well Jared, I'm Trista," she smiled and slurred back.

Without warning, he leaned into her and began to kiss her passionately. She wasn't expecting it but she welcomed it. His hands roamed around her waist and back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pushed his groin into her. She could feel his thick hard-on and she knew she was making him hotter.

He began to move his mouth to her neck and sucked it wildly before leaning closer to her ear.

"I fuckin' want you, you know that, don't you..." he told her.

Trista laughed drunkenly but didn't reply.

"You are so fucking hot," he said just before licking her neck again.

Suddenly he pushed off her and grabbed her wrist. He slammed his hand against the door bar and pushed opened it. He pulled her roughly through the door and into the alley.

Trista could feel the warm breeze against her face and it felt good. It helped keep her head from spinning. Slamming her against the brick alley wall, Jared pushed his body onto hers, grabbed the back of her hair with both hands, and devoured her lips. She was kissing him back with desire and lust. Trista didn't realize Jared was unbuttoning his pants. She was so drunk that she was numb but she could still feel his hands trailing up her dress and feeling around and grabbing her ass hard. She felt his hands begin to pull down her bathing suit bottoms and she opened her eyes.

It wasn't what she wanted.

He wasn't who she wanted.

He wasn't Warrick.

This was wrong.

She was realizing she was with a strange guy in a dimly lit alley. She instantly felt dirty; she didn't like herself and she wanted to stop.

Pushing his hands out from under her dress she stopped him.

Breathing heavy she told him, "Stop, wait…I don't want…It's not…this is not who I am." she stuttered to find the right words.

"What? That's crazy, come here, you sexy little thing" he whispered and leaned back into her.

"No, look, I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean to get you all crazy…it's my fault…I'm just not thinking right," she slurred her words and tried to explain.

"Sorry? I am standing here with a fuckin' rock solid hard-on and you are sorry? You wanted ME in there!"

"You're right, this is my fault…I'm sorry but no, I don't want this," she said and tried to move him out of her way.

"No, no, don't go, Honey," he smiled at her, "We can just talk."

She looked at him for a few seconds. She thought about how that would be so nice, but Trista wasn't sure she could believe that.

"I'm sorry, really…" she said turning to walk to the door.

Grabbing the door handle she pulled but it wouldn't open.

It was locked.

"Oh fuck, we locked ourselves out," she said looking directly at the door as she spoke.

"Good!" Jared smiled.

"We can hear each other much better out here," he smiled sweetly at her.

Trista wobbled from the alcohol and Jared caught her as she stumbled.

"You had too many drinks tonight, huh, pretty lady," he chuckled still looking at her lustfully.

"Just a little," she smiled knowing it was true.

"Let me help you...Here, lean against the wall, it will help, we can talk and then I'll walk around to the front of the building."

The two of them talked for a little while and Trista enjoyed the cool breeze on her face since the liquor still continued to creep up on her. She barely even noticed how close Jared was getting until his lips touched hers. She found herself kissing him again and liking it far too much. She knew she was in a dirty alley but her heart needed to forget Warrick and the liquor was telling her that this was a good thing to do…and so she continued to kiss him as his hands roamed around her body.

Trista pushed away for a second.

"What's the matter, Honey?" Jared asked breathing heavily.

"Look, I told you…I'm not usually this kind of girl to…" she said before he cut her off.

"No, you look, we came out here to get it on, you know it and I know it," Jared told her.

Trista suddenly felt guilty for being such a dick tease. She needed to stop playing this game and decide what she wanted to do. The alley began spinning when she felt him kiss her again.

She let him.

She also let him reach up her dress and rub his finger around the outside of her bikini bottoms. It felt good but her knees felt weak. She hoped this cute guy with the big, gold, watch would hold her up because she was afraid she would slink to the ground in a drunken heap if he didn't.

Trista could hear him talking but her head pounded so loud she could no longer hear what he was saying. If she could, she would have gotten the hell out of there.

"Yeah, you like that don't ya," he said rubbing her clit through the material, "You like this you hot little whore," he whispered and began to invade her mouth again with his tongue.

Trista had been gliding her hands through his hair but she lost the feeling in her arms now too and they drooped lifelessly over his shoulders.

Jared was realizing how drunk she was, stopped rubbing her and instead cupped her crotch and squeezed hard.

"I'm gonna get you nice and wet, Honey, don't you worry about a thing…you will love it when my big, hard, dick rams inside you…." he chuckled to himself before adding, "And I'm guessing from the way you moved on that dance floor, you'll be wanting me to nail you in the ass too," he grumbled into her neck, "You were dancing like a hot fuckin' little whore in there! You were begging me for it…well, congratulations, tonight is your lucky night."

Trista mumbled that he should probably stop since she was really drunker than she realized, but he ignored her and instead began to reach for her bikini bottoms trying hard to remove them.

She wiggled and pushed away.

"This...no really...I don't want this," she said beginning to realize what was happening.

"You can't keep saying yes and then no…you're teasing me and it's really getting old now!" he leaned back in and invaded her mouth again.

She turned her face away from his kiss and stared at the big, chunky, gold watch on his wrist trying to focus on what was happening.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jared used his other hand unbuckle his belt.

Trista squeezed her eyes shut, "Oh God, Trista," she thought silently, "You really are a fucking whore. You really a Honey after all. You are a disgrace."

She could feel her eyes dampen from shame but she was too drunk to get out of the situation she got herself into.

The music was blaring and the crowd was deep. Warrick looked around and tried to move through the dancers.

He continued to scan the dance floor as he made his way through the crowd, but came up empty.

After some time, he made it all around until he reached the back of the dance floor. Still, there was no sign of Trista Morgan.

Warrick pressed his lips together and frowned as he thought. He suddenly got a flashback of a case he worked a few years back at a bar not too far from the one he was in. He remembered the stripper they found in the bathroom. She was raped and murdered and left there like a piece of meat and he felt fear creep inside him.

"Stop it, Rick, stop it. This is your job talking...it doesn't always happen, man...you just see the worst scenes, remember?" he began talking himself down from his paranoia that his line of work creates in him daily. "Yeah, but if it can happen to a seasoned stripper, Trista wouldn't have a chance!" he paused, "NO! Stop Warrick, fuckin' stop this bullshit!" He had to continue to talk himself down and remove the image of that pretty girl who was just used and tossed away like garbage. It made him sick. "Oh God, if anything ever happened to her...it would be...oh God, I couldn't bear it...please...WHERE ARE YOU, TRISTA! God damn it! Where the fuck are you!"

Trista felt her body begin to slide down the brick wall.

"Hey, Sweetheart, you still with me?" Jared asked taking his hand away from his buckle long enough to prop her back up.

Trista could even answer him and he didn't care.

"Do you like it rough, baby? I liked the way you were dancing in there...you seem like the type...I bet you like it real rough..." he growled, " I'm gonna choke you as I fuck you...I promise it'll make you cum hard...if I don't accidentally kill you, of course," he whispered.

And then... he laughed.

She didn't.

She couldn't even move.

She wanted to scream but she couldn't make a sound either. She wasn't sure if she heard him right...

She finally managed to mumble...

"Did you just say you might kill me?" she asked as his hand caressed her neck.

He looked at her and just laughed.

At that very minute, she knew she really fucked up bad this time. She wondered if Emma would remember her...She wondered if Jules would name one of her babies after her... She wondered if Nick would be able to forgive her for allowing this to happen. She wondered if Warrick will miss her once she was gone.

She had wondered a lot of things in that very short minute.

But soon her throat tightened and her surroundings turned black...it was too late to wonder anything else...

...she was already gone.