Olivia's Point of View

Dylan walked out next to me as I stood there in the hallway looking at the two men who where just questioning Norma about Keith. I could feel Dylan take my hand in his, catching Zack's attention as the deputy crossed his arms staring at our now entwined hands. "Olivia what're you doing here?" My father asked me from the door, as Norma seemed to wrap herself even more tightly in her robe.

I looked from my dad to Dylan, "Figured my reason for being here was pretty obvious, and since when do I have to explain what I do with my time? I'm not a little girl anymore dad, I don't need to ask for permission." I told him as he let out a heavy sigh.

My father turning his attention back to Norma, "I'd like to take a look around if you don't mind." He said to her as Dylan began to walk me away from everyone in the hallway. He moved aside after he opened his bedroom door letting me sit on his bed as he sat beside me.

"Well the night was going well." He chuckled to me as I smirked, "My father has a way of making any event suck." I told him. "It's his gift."

"I'm sure he means well, I mean I say the same things about Norma." He told me as he laid down on his bed behind me.

"Well yea true, I guess your right." I sighed out looking at him confused; he was staring at me like he was waiting for something. "What?" I asked him.

"Just gonna leave me hanging?" He chuckled, "Hanging?" I teased.

"It's cold…" He remarked as I shook my head, "Gees Dylan, here I was thinking you were this badass. Guy that does whatever he wants, I mean hell your own mother made you seem badass." I joked.

"I am badass." He laughed, pulling me backwards so I was laying next to him, I had to admit I did really enjoy how close we where even though in my opinion it was to soon for anything to happen between us.

Jodi would probably hit me over the head for thinking that, knowing her she would want me to get naked and jump into bed with him. However I wasn't that kind of girl, as much as Dylan seemed to stir within me. He moved so that my head was on his chest so that I could hear his heart beating in my ear as he played with my hair, my hands resting on his chest.

"Your hair smells really nice, this wasn't the stuff you had in your bathroom is it new?" He asked me, "Well of course you used what was left of my other stuff."

He laughed; "Sorry if this is weird."

"It's not, well it's soon I guess… but it's not weird." I explained.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked me.

"Yea sure anything."

"I met a guy the other night named Ethan Chang, he mentioned your name and that he kind of works either with you or something… he's taking me tomorrow to possibly work the same job as him, you know make quick money to get my own place." He asked as I sighed heavily.

"My friend's family runs a business, wont tell you what better you see for yourself and gauge it. However I help her out, my dad being Sheriff adds some heat on employees, that and I am very good with handling communications…" I told him.

I could feel him stir in place, "You're not in danger are you?" He asked me.

"In this town everyone is in danger, doesn't matter who you know. Everyone has their hands in the towns business and those who don't just looks the other way." I told him as he nodded; "Well maybe if I get this job I can keep your safe." I heard him whisper into my hair.

"You don't have to do that, Dylan." I told him as I caught myself drawing pictures on his chest, or well on his shirt.

"Even if I want to?" He offered.

I looked up at him resting my chin on his peck as he lifted his own head to look back at me, "Dylan—" I had begun to whisper.

"I know it hasn't even been a week since I met you but you can't deny there's a connection there Liv. I like being around you more than I like being around anyone, at least give it a thought." He said not quite catching me off guard but not exactly saying something I was expecting either.

"You're asking me out?"

"Of course, guy would have to be crazy not too… you're pretty amazing." He grinned. "You're not so bad yourself." I insisted.

I let out a deep sigh closing my eyes as we lay there with him holding me close, "So, you'll actually give it a shot with me?" He asked sounding unsure of himself.

"Yes of course." I laughed, "Does this mean you'll stay?" He asked me innocently.

I shook my head, "No, I can't I have to be somewhere first thing in the morning but, I can see you after?"

He just held me tighter; "Can't leave if I don't let go." He teased like a child.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Dylan, if you want me to take this seriously and give it a real shot… we kinda do have to take it a bit slower, get to know me… spend time with me." I told him with a sweet smile.

He smirked as he sat up; "All right, all right. Fine tomorrow we'll go out for dinner, and find something in this town to do besides aimless wondering, and we'll get cracking on your mom's case." He told me as I nodded.

"Thank you for being decent Dylan… not many of those kinds of guys left in this town." I told him as we began to walk down the stairs, Dylan grabbed my coat and lead me out towards my car.

"Sure you're dad isn't going to question you about tonight?" He asked me. "I can almost bet he's waiting at my apartment right now to do just that." I chuckled as I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. "Call me tomorrow, we'll get working on… this." I told me as I made a motion with my hand between the two of us.

He began to laugh scratching the back of his head, "I'll start working on it while I pretend to sleep tonight, get home safe." He called out to me.

Once I was in my car I had started driving back to my apartment, which low and behold my fathers truck was parked out front by the curb. I parked my car shaking my head at him making my way to my door. "Do you want to explain to me why you where back at that place?" He asked me his voice filling with anger. "I thought you where past trying to pin murder next to your mothers cause of death."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I was there for another reason dad?" I shouted at him as I watched as he stood there uneasy looking around the street for prying eyes which I could bet there were many.

"Like what? You find out the woman living there is a suspect in Keith's disappearance?" He asked, "Trying to throw this investigation off because your mad at me?"

I started to laugh, "Dad, I was there for her son Dylan… he invited me over for dinner to meet his mom, because I helped him out giving him a place to stay when he had no where." I explained to him reaching my door finally.

However I stopped to turn my body slightly to face him; "Oh and Norma, that woman you so boldly accuse of murder or whatever…is a very kind woman, a very hurt woman… she is the least of your problems considering more than half this town would jump at the chance to kill that man… Keith was a piece of work and you and Zach protected him from being called out on his crimes. I hope he's dead." I seethed before entering my apartment slamming the door shut as I leaned my back against it.

Dylan's Point of View

I had met up with Ethan pretty early in the morning, I could feel myself becoming pretty jittery and antsy to get this entire meeting done with so I could hurry up get to planning my date with Liv. "What's up with you?" Ethan asked me as we walked into the building and past a rather large boat that I guessed the men where building.

"What nothing." I commented.

"Tapping your fingers impatiently in the car, your feet on the floor, you've been speed walking since we got here." He explained.

"I'm just nervous." I told him, not really nervous about this job offer but I was incredibly nervous about meeting up with Liv later.

She told me to take things slow, work at them, so I had to show her that I wasn't like guys in this town. That I wasn't the pain my mother saw in me, wasn't a bad boy and regardless of whatever this job was. I wanted her to take me seriously; she was the only person I knew in this town besides Ethan… I had to make it count.

"Nervous? What are you a girl? Even Olive Romero doesn't get nervous and she should with the scum she deals with, that's the girl your after isn't it?" He commented.

"Yea… let's get this done." I told him, as we made our way towards the boat where a man was standing doing some sort of varnish against it. "Hey, Gil." Ethan said to the guy as he slowly turned to face us.

"This is Dylan Massett." Ethan told him as I stood there awkwardly as the man before me stared at me almost examining me like I was some sort of vermin. "He's the guy I was telling you about."

"So, Dylan…you know how to use a gun?" He asked me still sizing me up, I know I had never used a gun before in my life but was that really something I should be telling him? It made me kind of nervous as to what my job really was, that was when I saw her standing there off in the distance.

Skinny jean, some skintight light blue shirt with an over sized sweater loosely hanging off her shoulders. I couldn't help but stare at her, that first time I saw her all dressed up and put me in a state of awe. Seeing her looking so professional yet casual had me awestruck again. How did I get so lucky to have someone like her into me? The subject of her being here soon lingered in my head.

"Well?" Gil asked me as I nodded, "Yea." He paused turning around looking over at Liv as she stood there holding a tablet in her hand as she stood there talking to a few men. Gil soon started to chuckled in front of me, "That fine piece of ass, is in a league out of your reach boy. Push her from your thoughts." He laughed.

"Gil?" I heard her soft soothing vice speak as we both noticed her walk towards us.

"Ah, Olivia. Always a pleasure to have you around, to what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked her.

"You can cut the act for starters." She bit at him looking directly at me. "Is this the new recruit?" She asked sounding rather shocked to even see me here at all.

"Dylan Massett." Ethan told her, "He had made a claim to know you, figures he just saw you and claimed such a thing." Ethan chuckled.

"No, I know him. I'm just shocked to find him here with you lot of rejects." She teased.

"Funny." Ethan chimed in, "What're you having him do to start?" She asked.

"He's coming with me in a few days for a look out… till then I guess he's on your whim Miss Romero." Ethan chuckled.

"That so?" She questioned, "Take him to the range yet?" She asked Ethan as he shook his head.

"Meet me outside by the Chivelle, I'll take you to the range, can't have our watchmen having bad aim." She informed me as I nodded. "Yes, Mam." I told her with a smirk as she rolled her eyes.

Once she had walked away both Gil and Ethan stared at me, Gil taking a step towards me. "Tapping the boss eh?" He asked me his voice growing dark. I nodded slowly even though I had never seen Liv without her clothing, but to tell them I was dating her seemed like it would only get me made fun of.

"Interesting, don't think it'll make me favor you… you fuck up… not even her boss can protect you." He told me as he waved the two of us off.

Once Ethan and had walked away from Gil I looked over at him fear filling my body, yet my face not showing a single sign. Ethan must have picked up on my easiness with what he had started to say to me. "Ignore Gil when it comes to Olive. He just has a thing for tiny thin bombshell of girls, age has never mattered to him either… let that sink in." He told me as he pushed open the door.

I looked over at to where his eyes where staring towards noticing the grin on his lips. Liv was standing across the parking lot leaning against her car; arms cross over her chest as her eyes where on the two of us. "Good luck man." He said patting me on the back hard, "Yeah, yeah." I chuckled as I jogged off towards her.

"So this is where you work?" I commented to her, "Guns for hire in a boat building operation."

I watched as she started to laugh hysterically before opening her door, "Your cute, the boating job is a front for the real job Dylan." She told me.

"What?" I chuckled as I walked around the car getting into the passenger seat. "What is it?" I asked her curiously.

"Drugs. Dylan, you basically signed up to work in a drug distribution rig. Your job with Ethan is to watch the crop, Gil's is literally a show of force." She explained to me.

"What do you do?" I asked her, I watched as she put the key slowly into the ignition turning to look at me. "I work along side Gil's boss, I make sure everything flows smoothly. I work the financial aspect of the operation; I make sure from Head to Toe everyone does what their paid to do. If they don't I inform the bosses and deal out the punishment accordingly weather or not I agree with it." She told me.

I let it sink in; I knew what it was that I was signing up for you would have to be an idiot not to get it. However I don't think I fully grasped what it was she would be doing here till she said it, she was literally upper management, the Queen protecting the King. Chess reference… now I knew I was spending to much time around Mr. and Mrs. Bates.

"So are you actually taking me to a shooting range?" I asked her.

She sighed keeping her eyes on the road as she continued to drive; "Sadly, I would rather not… however I some how don't believe you know how to shoot one. In the position you'll be taking you need to be ready and willing to take a life." She informed me.

"Kill someone, wow… well I wasn't expecting that." I told her.

"Sadly this job, this town, these people have no care for anyone or thing not pulling their weight. Look what they did to Jerry because he was sleeping with someone they didn't approve of." She told me.

Lowering my head I nodded; "I can only do so much to keep you safe, and I will do my best to convince the leads of the same. However when it comes down to it; you need to be able to protect yourself." She told me as she stopped a car.

"Besides, we could use this as the perfect chance to get to know each other. We can make a game out of it." She told me as we both headed towards the front desk.

She had taken the two guns and led me outside to the range. Claiming the one outside would give us both more privacy since apparently wives and nosey women where inside. She told me how she didn't need prying eyes or ears hearing our business. I was just happy we where going to be alone.

"So," I said to her as she was showing me how to properly load the gun. "How are we making this a game exactly?" I asked her.

"Easy, every time I hit the bullseye. You have to tell me a secret, something either no one knows about you, something interesting. You know so we can get to know each other." She told me.

"And when I hit it?" I asked her.

"Same thing goes, unless you have something different in mind?" She questioned.

"Hmm, if I hit the target at all… you have to tell me something like I would have to tell you…. But if I hit the bullseye, you have to kiss me." I smirked at her, I watched, as she seemed to ponder the offer, before she chuckled moving closer to me leaning close to my ear as I could feel her breath against my neck giving me chills. "Deal." She said her voice almost becoming seductive.