To Live in Die in LA-Part One
I wonder why I live alone here
I wonder why we spend these nights together
Is this the way I’ll live my life forever
I wonder why in LA
To live and die in LA
Wang Chung
To Live in Die in LA
The problem with L.A. was this; you couldn’t tell who was a genuine monster from the ones who were just a freak. And that was cutting into Dean Winchester’s nocturnal activities significantly.
He had driven out to California on the rumor that there was a rising disappearance of young women in the greater Los Angeles area and there wasn’t anyone who could just take off and check it out at the time. With Sam off wasting his time at college and his dad off killing something with tentacles in Chicago, Bobby had turned to Dean in the chance the young man might have some time to go down south and check the situation out. For all Bobby knew it was just the typical farm girl moves to Hollywood and decides to become someone else.
Someone more strippery in Dean’s mind but Bobby said it wasn’t that kind of job.
Dean had been here for three days and it was SO that kind of job.
There must be something in the water that makes women look like this all over the place. Walking through Hollywood at night, cruising from club to club it was like a buffet of every type of girl imaginable. Blond hair, dark haired, red headed, blue haired, tall, short, petite, aggressive, giggly fool, all kinds, all of them drop dead gorgeous. So far Dean had been mistaken for a model, a porn star, a spokesman for a cell phone company and some girl had said he looked just like some dweeb on a soap opera she used to watch. And each time Dean had been exactly what the girl has said he was…
Until the morning.
But four days and no leads was beginning to grate on young Mr. Winchester’s nerves. Every lead he had dried up with the same story. was new to town, eager to find work. Had found a shitty job at and then decided not to show up to work one day. Her roommate who was a struggling was worried because she needed her half of the rent and it wasn’t like her to just vanish like this.
Six girls. All from out of town. All missing.
And the cops were worse.
Dean already had a pretty low opinion of law enforcement professionals to begin with, but after dealing with the Hollywood police force, he was ready to rate Police Academy as better cops than these bozos. Actually Police Academy was better cause they had that one guy who did the voices and that always cracked Dean up, these guys were just useless. Useless and stupid.
"Girls like that disappear every day from LA Agent Neil." the cop with the feather blown hair had said "We just can’t waste too much time tracking every single one of them down."
Bonehead.
So here it was, night four on the strip. It wasn’t quite cold enough for his jacket but Dean wore it anyways. It gave him just enough of a mystique to have the run of the mill losers leave him alone. No one offered him a flyer or asked him for change, they moved out of his way like ol’ Chuck Heston parting the Red Sea as he strolled through them. Everyone was pretty, everyone wanted to be seen and everyone thought all they needed was a break.
"You someone?" a camera man said stepping in front of Dean as he walked into one of the more exclusive clubs. Dean looked down and scowled at him "Yeah I’m the guy whose gonna be on the police report as assailant."
The paparazzi lowered his camera and slunk away.
Dean steeled himself as he opened the door; it was the same every time.
The wave of sound that hit him along with the stale, smoky air and heat made him pause each time. He liked his bars a little more homey than this. This was high energy tech crap with shiny, happy people all grinding as they drank 15 dollar drinks pretending to be someone. This was the mermaid bar if Dean remembered, one of the odder themes he had seen on the strip.
"Private club" the ape in the badly tailored suit growled at the front door. Dean didn’t even look at him as he pulled out his FBI badge and flashed it at him "I’m willing to bet I’m on the list." he said over the music.
The bouncer stepped aside to let Dean in. Dean pulled out the photo of the girl he was tracking tonight "See this girl?" he said flashing it to him.
"Seen a lot of girls." the guy said not looking at the picture.
Dean slowly looked back at him and scowled. Taking a step up to the man’s chest he said "Look at the picture." the man continued to stare at Dean with two dead eyes.
Dean sighed; there is always one bad apple in the orchard.
Dean’s hand lashed out and grabbed a vice grip on the man’s junk. The bald bouncer’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as Dean pulled the man down to his eye level and shoved the picture in his face "Look. At. The. Fucking. Picture." he said, almost making the guy swallow it.
The bouncer, wincing and biting his bottom lip from crying out looked at the picture and shook his head "No…don’t know her!"
Dean twisted his hand to the right "You sure? Lots of girls come by here. Maybe you better study it for a second." The man whimpered as he looked at the picture again, trying hard to drag out the inspection as long as he could muster.
"No sir" he said in a high voice "She doesn’t look familiar." Dean looked at him and turned his wrist another quarter turn "But there was another girl in here earlier looking for her!!" he screamed "please let go…PLEASE!"
Dean let the man go and he collapsed to the ground, both hands over his groin, "Another girl huh?" Dean said tucking the photo back into his jacket. The man growled and began to stand up quickly, his hand moving towards the gun tucked behind his jacket.
And found himself staring into the barrel of Dean’s pistol. Dean smirked "No offense dude, but mine is bigger than yours." Dean reached over and took the gun out of the frozen man’s hand "You need to learn to loosen up some my man." Dean said tucking the gun into his own jeans "Gonna get you killed stressing like that." Dean leaned down "Turn around, walk out of the club and do not come back tonight." He cocked the pistol "If you do, we’re gonna have words. Got it?"
The man’s head bobbed up and down as he stared at the gun. Dean gestured the gun towards the door and the man took off in a run. The hunter shook his head and tucked his pistol back into his jacket.
Hollywood. This town sucks.
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The problem with LA was this; there was never enough to go around. And that was fine in Faith Lehane’s book.
She had came back to LA because Giles was pretty sure something was up in Tinseltown and since the rest of the Slayerettes weren’t ready for grown up jobs yet, it fell to her or Buffy to look into it. And what were the odds that Princess Power was going to get her hands dirty and come out here and do an actual job? Slim to never. Which meant Faith got to play catch up again. Giles was concerned about the disappearance of a number of girls in the area, his little coven of witches had said there was a great evil lurking in the area and that the girls were the prelude. Faith needed to be on the lookout because they saw a great blah blah rising with blah blahy and end of the blah.
Witches and watchers: they will talk your ear off.
So she had spent the last three days walking the strip. Ever since Angel and his crew had folded up their Wolfram and Hart business, LA had been a no man’s land when it came to evil. No one had wanted to try to fill the void the law firm had left after the vampire had brought the branch down. But that was a few years ago and evil waits for no man.
Which was something Wesley said a lot but she thought it was from a movie. And no matter how cool it may have been originally, anything coming out of Wesley’s mouth was instantly lame. It was a different town than she remembered. The people on it were a lot more brazen, bold. The hustlers and pimps walked with a certain amount of fearlessness that could only come from knowing that the big giant evil law firm that ruled the land was gone and they had nothing to fear but fear itself.
That and Faith. They now feared Faith.
Four days, sixteen people in the hospital. She was making a point and she believed it was coming across loud and clear. She was pretty sure this was just another case of some bimbo falling off the bus and into a Poison video and not the harbinger of whatever the hell the Charmed ones were talking about. But when Giles got all flustery and cleaned his glasses at you, nothing to do but take the plane ticket and check out the strip.
And no one had specifically said do not beat up the pimp and pushers you know?
So here she was the fourth day and she was coming up snake eyes. All the girls were that same innocent, out of town; everything must be like Pretty Woman kind of vibe. Wanted to make something of themselves and ended up in the deep end of the septic tank called LA. But none of them were into anything heavy. No serious drug users, no hookers, nothing. These girls seemed clean enough, so why them?
The only thing they had in common were they all came from out of town, they all came here and they all vanished.
All work and no sex made Faith a dull girl.
She headed into back into Ariel’s, one of those concept bars where they had girls in the tanks as mermaids. They had these tiny little rebreathers so they could stay under a good long time and management had them dressed up as mermaids, swimming around half naked. Faith never got the allure of mermaids; I mean how far did a guy think they were going to get with a chick that had fish parts below her waist anyways? Not that it mattered, most men never got past their rack, so the thought never actually completed itself.
She had been in here earlier, before the crowd came in to ask if they had seen one of the girls. She had worked here was a mermaid a few times and Faith thought someone might have seen her recently.
As she walked in the bouncer was running out, he looked like he was about to cry which shocked the hell out of Faith, after all that guy was almost seven feet tall. It was going to be one of those nights. She smiled as she pushed the doors open.
Hollywood. She loved this town.
There is a not so subtle line between a bar and a club to Dean. At the ripe old age of 22 he had experienced many a dive in his life. He had learned early on it was less about what you looked like and more about how you carried yourself that mattered in getting into a place or not. Fake ID’s helped, but a good healthy walk was better. As Dean strutted through the place he could see heads turning. LA may be a slime sucking hole devoid of all things cool in life, but it knew pretty when it saw it.
And Dean Winchester was pretty.
As he slid up to the bar and leaned over to order a beer he knew the way his jacket would climb up slightly and his jeans would drag just a bit. He knew exactly the angle of his knee to hit to make sure the line of flesh that was exposed was just enough to garner a look, but not enough to make people turn away. He liked the line of cut muscle that flared out at his hip just above his frayed jean waistline, and he had found other people liked it too.
"Beer" he said over the thumping monotone they were calling music "In a bottle." he added.
The bartender arched an eyebrow and grabbed a Bud from the cooler, expertly twisting the cap off and dressing it with a napkin all in one motion. The man held up both hands showing all his fingers to Dean. Dean’s face scrunched into disbelief, this buy better think I am going to give him ten high before I give him ten bucks for a beer.
"It’s on me." a voice said next to him. A male voice.
Dean sighed and turned to tell the fruit he didn’t need to have his drinks bought for him and he wasn’t just barking up the wrong tree, he might be in the wrong forest at this point. When he paused.
The man wore a mean suit.
"Lindsey" he said holding out his hand "And drinks are always free for law enforcement and anyone who makes my doorman cry." the man waved his hand at the bartender and he moved off quickly without comment.
"Your doorman?" Dean said taking a long drag of the beer "You own this place?"
"I own a lot of places." the man said flashing that dazzling smile "And you’ve been to a lot of them in the past few days."
Dean nodded as he finished the beer "Yeah, working a job." he said flagging the bartender for another. At ten buck a pop Dean figured he might as well get as many free as he could now.
"You’re looking for the lost girls." the man said in a voice just low enough for Dean to hear. Dean paused and looked over to the bar owner slowly.
"Good guess" he said without a grin "She used to work here."
"A lot of girls work here." Lindsey said quickly "A lot of powerful people come in here. See a pretty girl in a tank, next thing you know…"
"…she’s missing with no leads." Dean finished for him. "I’m beginning to wonder if there’s a pattern here Mr…?"
"..McDonald." the man said still smiling "And you’re Dean Winchester."
Dean stopped, freezing his face as he felt the blood drain from his face. He hadn’t given his true name to anyone so far. He had been working the FBI angle all the way to the crappy motel room he rented. There was no way this guy could have made him unless he had been watching him as well. "Who?"
Lindsey shook his head and said "You remind of an old friend of mine. He was never good at lying either." he got closer to Dean "Girls disappear all the time in LA Dean, can I call you Dean?" he said moving an arm around Dean’s shoulder "It’s a dangerous town and there isn’t much anyone can do about it."
Dean growled as he shrugged the man’s hand off "I can do something about it."
Lindsey’s smile wavered slightly "See. Now you sound JUST like that old friend of mine. He was too stupid to know when he was over his head also."
Dean felt, rather than saw the four men surround him. They had moved through the crowd as professionals, the hunter had to give them credit for that. He moved away from the bar, giving himself as much fighting room as he could grab in a place like this. He balled his hands into fists and looked right at the man in the suit.
"You’re getting hit first." Dean said with a smirk.
Lindsey’s eyes widened for a moment and then suddenly someone rushed between Dean and the man in a blur. Dean saw the back of a smoking hot chick lean into the bar and say something to Lindsey into his ear. From where Dean was standing, she could have been reading the phone book and it would have been hot. Dean saw the now not smiling at all man look at her as she looked back with a predatory smile. Loosening his tie he looked over to the men and screamed "Do something!?"
"Aw crap" Dean said turning with his fists up. And stood there dumbfounded as the men moved past him and rushed the girl.
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Faith loved places like this.
The beat, the moving, the people. All of it was like an electric wire on her tongue making her shiver all over in all the right ways. She grinded more than walked her way through the crowd, enjoying the stares of stark lust that followed her as she made her way across the bar. LA may be a slime sucking hole devoid of all things cool in life, but it knew hot when it saw it.
And Faith was hot.
She moved onto the dance floor, raising her arms as she danced just the right height so the leather vest she wore pulled up from the leather pants, exposing a perfect trail of skin between her waist and navel. Just enough to allure, not enough to look cheap. She knew the dance floor was watching her, and she was fine with that. Grinding up against the closest hot guy she could find Faith took a look around the bar for the man she was looking for.
Lindsey McDonald.
Former lawyer to Wolfram and Hart, lost a hand in action and came back pretending to be someone in Angel’s crew for a while. He made Spike believe he was a champion with a soul and ended up helping Angel out the night they decided to take down Wolfram and Hart. The word was at the time he had been killed, left for dead by one of Angel’s men. But word on the street there was a new power in town, a power that brought Lindsey back. Which meant Faith needed to talk to him.
Faith stopped dancing as she saw the guy he was talking to.
Way too hot to be in this type of bar he was young, not past 23, dirty blond hair, eyes she could see were almost green from here wearing a jacket that just screamed fuck me with a pair of jeans that were actually worn in and not bought that way, and a pair of boots that looked like they had seen just about every two bit motel this side of the Rockies. The way he stood there, talking to Lindsey, drinking that beer…
Faith shivered slightly for a second. Whatever Lindsay had gotten himself into, he had ran across a whole new level of hotness when it came to friends. The guy she had been dancing with moved up behind her, not dissuaded one bit by her lack of participation anymore. Without even turning around Faith grabbed the man’s crotch and squeezed "Not now. Momma’s gotta go to work."
She let the man go and he collapsed crying on the dance floor. As she moved forward Faith saw the four men moving up on the hot guy in a very professional manner. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t a friend of Lindsey, or at least he wouldn’t be for long.
Common sense told Faith to leave it alone. Common sense told her that she needed to keep a low profile and by exposing her presence this early would compromise her mission. Common sense told her the moment Lindsey knew she was in town was the moment her job got harder. Common sense told her all this and more but Faith had only one thought as she rushed towards the bar.
That guy was too hot to let get messed up by those guys.
Moving in right next to the former lawyer Faith leaned in and was rewarded by his panicked face looking at her in shock. she whispered in her ear "Hey Lindsey, Angel wanted me to come by and ask why you’re taking all those girls?"
She pulled back and saw the pale look on his face and the tell tale signs of shock and fear run through his system. She smiled slightly "Damn, I was right?" she thought as Lindsey called out to his men "Do something!"
She heard the hot guy mutter something as the men rushed her. She spun towards them and felt her blood start to pump. God she loved this part so much.
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Dean watched as the hot chick swung around and kicked one of the guys across the bar with a single kick. He was entranced by the way the leather jeans moved with her as she brought her leg down and blocked the next man’s strike easily, grabbing the man’s wrist and spinning him off the ground and onto his back like a child. The other two came rushing at her and she put a hand on each of their chests. Dean thought they were going to crush her like a paper bag and rushed to pull them off when he saw her grunt slightly and absorb their charge by barely flexing he elbows. She flashed a wicked looking grin as she pushed and the two grown apes went flying away, feet completely off the ground.
They both came crashing down with a thud as dean looked in shock. She turned and with a smile said "Come with me if you want to live." Dean stopped and then cocked his head as she held out her hand "Come on, seriously."
Dean put his hand in hers, they were rough, callused from use; not smooth and unused like most chicks. Lindsey roared at his men as they rushed out of the club, Faith pulled Dean to the right and down the strip as police sirens wailed in the distance.
"Come on! This way." she called running down a back alley and over a fence. Dean kept pace trying not to get lost in those leather pants. About six blocks later they stopped, hands on knees panting as they tried not to laugh.
Faith let out a whoop as she leaned against the wall, the night air felt incredible against her skin. Dean looked up and tried not to drool as he watched her stretch. "You know how to fight." Dean said after a few seconds.
She nodded "Yep, comes with the job."
"I had em." he added after a second. Faith tried not to laugh as she nodded.
"Dean" he said holding out his hand.
"Faith" she said taking it.
"This normal for LA?" he asked.
"Normal?" she said with a smile "Hell this is 5 by 5."
He didn’t know what that meant, but he had to agree.
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All his life, well after losing his mom, and that might as well be counted as 'all'- Dean had been told to trust his instincts. To look past the packaging and distractions and pay attention to what was real. Except, Los Angeles was really the place for illusion- and delusion. Everyone agreed to cater to the same lies and maybe it was tulpa central and that group mentality meant reality went slightly to the left on its side. The tulpa sigil of L.A., Dean had decided, was the Hollywood sign. The symbol that pulled people in and made them desire celebrity so intensely that they sold their souls and their bodies in equal measure just to 'make it', no matter how far they went. But, he was thinking that the girl in front of him panting and gleaming, was not a model/starlet/waitress. He could not picture her taking orders from anyone really, let alone a hungry customer in a diner. No, she was some other animal. He just was not sure what. He squinted at her and by now, Sam would have been rolling his eyes and walking away to go do 'real work' like the Spock to Dean's 'I'll fuck their female leader' Kirk. Which was just how nature had made him. Wasn't his fault that he had a skill set that involved his jeans coming off. He noticed something else too.
She didn't have a mark on her. Not so much as a red imprint from their tussle, her knuckles weren't bruised either.
He tried to calm his brain down, remembering she was not punching the guys- she was pushing. Out and away. Because she was such a big chick that that made sense. No, he was right the first time. This was not your average girl. Her strength was not matching her size. She wasn't bulked up. Like himself, she was fit, streamlined but not bulging with muscle. Tight. Real tight. He was only human and she was in leather.
Hot girl in leather.
Dean felt she deserved a chance to explain herself before he went off half-cocked and decided she was a monster to kill.
"How do you know that guy? Mr. Eye Fuck?"
Faith chuckled at his question and totally noticed when he tugged at his jeans, letting them grip his hips and hide that cut of muscle she had been admiring covertly.
"He is a friend of a friend."
"Really." He did not sound convinced, and her smile cemented his doubts. "He didn't seem to care for you."
"That's how my friends are most of the time. Look, you weren't his date to prom, right? He was ordering his linebackers to make you into paste before I turned up and caught the same shit. So if you were in there bugging him instead of offering to get his sheets dirty, maybe we have something in common besides getting thrown out of bars."
Lips curling in the corners, Dean shook his head and fell in step next to her, not surpassing her stride- which was polite.
"I'm going to let it pass, the sheets thing- I am way too adventurous to bother with beds."
Her grin his way was good stuff and he licked over his lips.
"What are you after, Faith?"
She huffed a laugh and turned to him suddenly, hands slamming to his shoulders and pushing him to the brick wall of the alley. She liked that. Faith could see in his eyes the decision not to end her little powerplay. Dean was letting her shove him, for the moment. Her Slayer side wanted to play and he was a big lovely toy. Just, there might be more and she needed to do what Giles said- at least make an effort. Shacking up with this pretty boy was not on the Brit's to-do list.
"I am working here, Dean. Can't you tell?"
She let her hips rock to his in a playful push, but she had to admit, it felt nice. He felt nice. "Looking for dead girls or where they're going to 'get' dead..." her eyes twinkled at the way his face froze in place. She had called his bluff and he'd blinked first "Still want in my pants?"
His eyes seemed like windows that slammed shut an instance before his arms shot up and shoved hers away from him. He was smiling, but it was not the friendliest thing she had ever seen. "Who said I wanted in your pants? I can get what you're carrying anywhere easy." he said casually "I'm sure the Rock of Love bus has a 2:35 that comes by this corner."
The smirk he gave back almost made her gasp but she controlled the urge. He was arrogant. Insulting. Sort of a DICK really. She might have to have some. Twice.
"Not like I got it, blondie. But if we're talking shop..." her voice was steady, none of the previous playing was there any more. This guy was in over his head...that was kind of hot in a kitteny sort of way.
"Then yeah, I'm looking into the missing girls too." Dean could accede that point, resting his hands to his hips in a falsely careless gesture. He was still primed if she made a move. He was not going to be her trophy kill that she used to kick off her night. She wasn't taking him seriously and that was a mistake she was only going to make once "You seen any of them?"
"No, but I still call 'dead'. They aren't exactly ransom types." She studied him, letting her eyes do the walking her fingers might've enjoyed. She could not tell if he was armed and carrying, but some niggling in her gut said yeah, he would be. Just, he carried off the 'don't mind me' look pretty solid. Clothes loose in the right places and tight everywhere else. Boot maybe? She lifted her eyes to his. "They've been gone long enough, and there's so many that I can't see someone taking the time to keep them. There's no need here. Not in L.A., the turnover rate for fresh meat is epic. They arrive by bus, plane or train real regular. Tripping over young corn-fed innocents, know what I mean?"
"Yeah." Dean frowned, but not because he disagreed. He was just of a mind that there were monsters every where and plenty of people that didn't know better. You didn't have to be from the country or some small town to be taken down and used. Left like trash alongside the road. It happened all over the place and a college degree or fancy car didn't matter to a hungry predator. Just more wrapping paper. They'd tear it away to get to you as soon as look at you. "This Lindsey guy, he do any pimping?"
"Ah." She smiled, liking how his mind worked, he was still thinking in normal boxes. "I'd hazard to guess if Lindsey had his hand in prostitution it'd be through someone else. He's smart like that. He knows a guy that knows a guy, understand? Never the one running the lemonade stand upfront..."
Dean nodded, thinking of how polished Lindsey had seemed. How Lindsey had know his real name. That was not good. If anything, it made his trigger finger burn. His dad would bust his ass if he shot some human just for smelling him out, but a young blood like Dean had to remember to do things longhand sometimes. To keep his head and not take the easy route. Since the suit was human. That sucked. He lifted a hand to grip his nape, thinking of how Sam would do on this. Sam could probably have sold the doorman cookies and gotten information all without making waves. Dean was not as good at that earnest thing.
"There was nothing linking the girls. From what I've seen. They are just random. Seem to be. New to town, needing money, no records. Alone."
"You can be alone and not be anyone's dinner." Faith murmured. She hissed over her teeth and shook her head, feeling a sense of derision wanting to well up over all the wanna-be movie stars ending up drugged or dead. Playing on the ends of puppet strings. They only had themselves to blame as far as she was concerned. Yet here she was. Trying to put out another fire. At least the scenery was getting a whole lot better. Dean was sex on legs and she had a feeling he knew how to use what he had. Could take a hit too. "I didn't see anything special about them either. That might be why they're picked. Take ones no one is going to miss. Except for you to be here...I'm guessing someone's raising a stink?"
He half-nodded, because one of the girls was the niece of Brooker Teagues- and Brooker was a hunter and friend to Pastor Jim. Jim called Bobby, and there you go. Dean's in Los Angeles trying to find the girl, and pretty sure already she was a goner. Still, he had told Bobby he'd figure it out and that meant something to Dean. "And you?"
She flashed a fake smile at him, the first fake anything she had used in the night "Just the wrong girl in the wrong place at the right time." she said seductively.
His eyebrow was set on stun as he just stared at her for a full five seconds,his face letting know beyond a shadow of a doubt he hadn't bought the brush off. Instead he moved on, mentally putting a mark to the side. That was one. "The police aren't even pretending to look-" he began.
"No money in it." Faith responded, shrugging. "It's just how it is, Dean."
He should say he knew that, because he did know the score- but in his head and heart, California- as a whole- was not just some state anymore. It was where Sam was living, and trying to be Joe College- and hence, it could be Sam missing and no one looking because Dean sure as hell wasn't made of money- but anyone that touched his brother was going to meet him under some extreme terms soon after. Sammy, shit why was he thinking about that now? He heard his stomach growl and glanced around at the glowing lights advertising all sorts of gastric adventures. None of them said pie though.
"Hungry?"
Looking at the sweep of his eyelashes over eyes that were far from innocent, she smiled. "Starving. You paying?"
He laughed, and met her eyes. "Sorta. I am the one using the credit card."
"Gotcha." She led him to the pizzeria and he paused. She looked back at him with an eyebrow of her own.
"Is there somewhere that sells pie around?" he asked "Doesn't have to be great pie just...
"Pie. Cause even bad pie is still kinda good" she finished smiling.
"Kinda like sex." he said flashing a grin back.
She moved back towards him "Well I don't know Dean....I've never had just kinda good sex before. What's it like?"
She saw him swallow as he struggled to concentrate on keeping his clothes on. In a low growl he said "Pie?"
She actually laughed out loud at that, not many flesh and blood boys ever resisted that stare. She nodded "Come on there bucky, House of Pies is down the street."
"House of ??" he stammered as he followed.
She looked over her shoulder "Whole House. Of Pies Dean." she looked forward and kept walking that walk which he was sure was illegal in about thirty states. She raised her hands as she stretched "Don't you just love LA?"
He watched her walk and nodded "It's growing on me."
As they got to the Denny's like structure she whispered to him "Don't worry about the fake credit card, I won't rat you out. After all, I'm the ex-con here."
That almost made him stumble before he was whistling low. "Oh yeah? Were you someone's bitch?"
She looked back and him and in mocked anger said "No Dean. You're the bitch here."
He smiled back as she walked in "Jerk."
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Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three/ Part Four/ Part Five/ Part Six Part Seven/ Part Eight/ Part Nine/ Epilogue