This took forever and I have no idea, if anyone is still reading this but, here is everything (: My tumblr, is now .com but is password protected. I have no problem giving it out, you just need to ask privately! Sorry this took, like forever! BUT I HAVE A NEW DAMERON STORY!

Much to my intense relief and surprise, I woke up without a pounding in my head. I felt sluggish and heavy but still slightly relaxed. After lying still for a few moments, I pushed myself into a sitting position and glared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a complete mess, my make up had smudged and frankly, I looked like a deranged raccoon.

The pounding, that I now knew was not from my headache, was coming from the apartment. I slipped on an old band shirt and walked out of my room. Sam greeted me, on his way to opening the door. When he did, two police officers burst through and grabbed him.

"What the fuck," I snapped, "Get your fucking hands off him"

I hadn't dealt with the law before, but I didn't like them. The way the next office that waltzed through the door looked at me, I knew he didn't like me either. He glared at me and motioned for two other officers to grab me, but I held up my hand.

"Explain why the fuck you're in my apartment," I snarled, "And why the fuck you think, you have the right to arrest me"

"Language," The suit snapped, "Will only hinder you"

"Tell me" I glared at him.

"Miss-" He began, as the two other officers reached for my hands.

"Don't touch me, unless you're arresting me," I snapped, "And, if you are you better tell me what the hell it's for. I do know my rights,"

The two officers faltered on their way over, glancing back at other officer. He sighed and pulled out his badge from his pocket, showing it to me. Samuel stepped away from the officer slightly, looking a little disgruntled at the fact they had grabbed him. I stared hard at the badge before nodding, quickly thinking about the apartment. They wouldn't be able to find anything, everything was at the club, everything incriminating. I tried not to let my worry show, just fixed an annoyed expression on my face.

"Officer Murray," He said, for Samuel's benefit I suppose, "Missing Person's unit, we're here due to allegations that you are aware of Ellis Wylie location,"

I raised an eyebrow, "And where would you be getting this information from?"

He shifted uncomfortably, "We should not reveal-"

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, when my mind was ticking over, "I just don't want to waste your time. I haven't seen Ellis since, mm, well last night really,"

Samuel glanced at me with curiosity, hands deep in his pockets. He was doing what they crew always did, leaving me to do the talking and agree with whatever I said. They were loyal and would always back me up, without a blink or a word of concern. However, Samuel would ask why the hell I was being slightly truthful or what the hell was I playing at. He could only keep quiet for a short amount of time, before his curiosity always got the best of him.

"That would be right," I continued on, as if I was trapped in my thoughts, "Messy business really, I don't even know what she was doing in my club but McKinley wasn't happy. Neither was I really but, I couldn't kick the poor girl out, I refuse to do that,"

"Is that so?" Officer Murray pursed his lips, looking over at Samuel, "You saw this?"

"I was on the door," Samuel said immediately, eyes only grazing over me, "But I saw Ellis go and eventually, McKinley drag her out. Scared off all the business we had last night, people don't take so kindly to McKinley,"

I could see Samuel's smile was strained and his friendly, helpful tone was only covering a tone of resentment. He did not like the law, at all. They didn't like him but I was sure that was due to his appearance. His jaw was tight and his posture screamed defensive but Samuel was anything but dumb when it came to the law, he knew how to act.

"I see," Officer Murray, said quietly, looking around the apartment, "Did you close early?"

"Hell yes," I snapped, "It was a graveyard after that incident,"

"And are you upset about that?" He asked carefully.

I sighed, as if it was hard for me to admit, "Of course I am, I work hard and she scares off my business? But, what can I do?"

He raised his eyebrow then, "I'm not sure Miss Vasquez but, considering you have no police record-"

"Exactly!" I exclaimed, trying not to roll my eyes, "I mean, sure it's known that McKinley and I do not get only and frankly, don't like each other but, I like to think I'm better than holding vital information from her, regarding the ware bouts of an employee,"

He pursed his lips again, regarding both Samuel and I carefully. I leant back on the heels of my feet, trying to remain in character for a moment longer. I needed to seem like the innocent victim, who had no idea of what was going on. I didn't but, I had a funny feeling that this would impact on the crew and me greatly. There was something about McKinley's willingness to leave yesterday, without much of a fight. True, we did have our guns pointed at her head but that didn't usually stop her. I sighed softly, trying to work out what was going on right now. I knew, I couldn't tell the officer's the events from the previous night. Gunplay, drugs, knives and stabbing someone, yeah, that would land me in a mess.

"Alright Miss," He nodded, "We might have some further questions, sorry for barging into your apartment,"

I allowed myself to glare at them, "I'm sure it won't happen again,"

He smiled softly and pocketed his badge, before motioning for the other two officers to leave. I walked them to the door and closed it, before allowing the smile to slip from my face. I glanced at Samuel, who had already picked up his jacket.

"I'll be right back," I nodded and walked back into my room.

I threw on some black jeans and, threw off the old shirt. I flung open the draws, pulling out various shirts until I found one that was relatively clean. I shrugged it on, not too bothered by how big it was and picked up a leather jacket. I grabbed a pair of doc martin boots that Samuel had bought me for my last birthday, before tumbling out of the room once more.

In the living room, I scooped up my packet of cigarettes, phone and keys in one go. When I stood up again, Samuel was holding the door open; a grim expression on his face. I checked my phone for messages, as we trudged down the stairs. Sighing, when I noticed how many I had missed from Damian, Lindsay and Samuel.

I pulled out a cigarette as we hurried down the street, trying to wake myself up and calm my nerves. Something inside me was screaming and Samuel didn't look so calm either, as we ran across the street. My feet pounded against the pavement, making the most irritating slapping noise but I couldn't stop. I was already short of breath, when my hand wrapped around the metal of the door. I flung it open, just as my phone began to ring.

I still had my cigarette clutched between my pointer and middle finger. I threw it down on the floor, not caring and smashed it with the toe of my shoe. Damian raised his eyes from the bar, an empty glass clutched between his two hands. Lindsay was patting his shoulder comfortingly, while Cameron was whispering something to him. Marissa came out of the storeroom, looking pale and sick.

They all looked dressed down, Damian in sweats and a loose top. Cameron in loose fitting jeans and a black long sleeved shirt, totally unlike him. Lindsay in leggings and a flowing purple top converses adorning her feet. Marissa in jeans, a large sweatshirt pulled over her lithe frame.

"What happened?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Marissa looked close to passing out, green and shaky. Damian shook off Cameron and Lindsay, walking over to me. He failed to meet my eye however and shook his head sadly, looking slightly lost.

"Fuck this Boss," He said, "We're screwed this time, they've totally screwed us over,"

I reached out and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and making his glacier blue eyes look up. I tried to get the words out, but I couldn't. I had no idea what he meant, but he shrugged off my shoulders and began to walk over to the storeroom. I followed, Samuel hot of my heels. Damian pushed the door open, enough for me to see. I retreated back quickly, stomach churning because, that was just disgusting.

Luckily for me, Lindsay directed me towards the bathroom. I ran in there and grabbed onto a sink, falling onto my knees before I was well and truly sick.

'Twas short but I was inspired today, so here we go. I'm going to pretend, after like months, I didn't write this in two hours. [: