Title:Apogée Author: ClosetDana [ Send a Private Message ]
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Copyright: 05.08.06 Content Rating: R Disclaimer: I own nothing IC/Showtime owns most of these characters Author's Note: This is a new fan fiction, it's going to be in novel form a probably about as long as you average novel. Everything you know about The L Word, forget it, most of it doesn't apply. Your basics do though Kit and Bette are related but no one else knows each other to your knowledge. :) I hope you enjoy I will need you to post so I can know how this is going or even something I should pursue.
Summary: Shane/Carmen Dana/Alice Bette/Tina Novel Total Views: 3951 times.
Her footsteps echoed in the damp parking garage as a stray cat scurried across the hood of a broken down Chevy in the vacant lot,
'so many lazy bastards using the damn valet.' She thought,
Shane wet her lips and pulled in deep off the cigarette between her fingers. Feeling the nicotine buzz hit, she pushed the remaining smoke through her nostrils and smashed the butt on the side of her shoe, the Converse logo was nearly black with ashes from doing this so frequently.
Tapping the trigger of her 12. gauge in the pocket of her short leather jacket, she flipped off the safety and let the weight settle between her thumb and finger.
'Three minutes, room 212…Three minuets, in and out.' Shane repeated her objectives like a mantra, not as a reminder just out of habit. She smoothed her white button-up shirt and adjusted her glasses, a simple comfortable outfit that still allowed her to blend in with the high-brow crowd
She took the escalator to the main entrance, two floors up and walked toward the bar area. The hall was the picture of elegance, in case you weren't convinced by the 1,000 dollar a night price tag. Long pillars ran from the marble floors to the high stucco ceilings, and abstract blood red couches lined the bar area where she took a seat. A rather young, but good-looking brunette bartender took her order, Shane ran short fingernails through shorter hair and sighed.
"Bourbon on the rocks," she stared openly at the bartender swaying her hips as she walked away. As Shane pretended to be interested in "The Wall Street Journal" which she was definitely not interested in, the bartender sauntered back to her, drink in hand.
"So you're into stocks?" Shane smiled at her and swept over her body with darkened eyes, she definitely had Hispanic roots, 5'3', athletic body, dark hair and brown eyes.
"Not exactly," Shane only left it at that, she was interested in this woman but she was also on the job. The sexy bartender watched intently as Shane sipped her bourbon taking an ice cube in her mouth and sucking on it for a moment.
The bartender seemed intrigued by this and stared at Shane's mouth, a gaze that was leading the assassin to believe she really didn't care about the million-dollar price tag on this job. Shane was almost convinced that she cared about sex more than money…almost, Shane smiled into the glass and looked up to her again as the bartender tore her eyes away from her lips quickly.
"So…what's your name?" Shane and the young bartender looked passionately into each others eyes, devouring and dreaming of all things sexual. "Carmen…and yours?" Shane smiled finishing her drink and standing, "It's Shane…I'll see you around?" Carmen nodded, feeling blown off but rolling with the punches, still very attracted to the dark-haired woman.
"Yeah I guess I'll see you around." Carmen turned and walked away, very aware of a pair of steel blue eyes watching her go.
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She used to bring Dana flowers everyday, everyday a different flower. She never knew how she found a different flower for every day, She didn't think there were that many types, but sure enough a rolled brown paper cone, bound with twine would sit on her desk, something new and exotic. You'd think it would get old, but it never did for Dana, something about opening a gift from the one you love. It moves you no matter what's inside, she knew lilies where her favorite but she was determined to find her second third and forth favorite. Dana would call her after every delivery and tell her how much she loved her, Lara. Dana remembered the first flower she'd received from her, a single tea rose, red like the color of her loves hair.
Dana sat in her office thinking about the consequences of her profession, how many friends and partners she'd lost. Senior agent Dana Fairbanks had lost two partners in the field, and one lover in her own home, she was the best agent the Federal Bureau of Investigation had. Which automatically made her the first choice on every case and the target of many bullets. Dana slouched back looking at a blown up security camera photo of Shane McCutheon, Dana's new Everest. Shane had evaded every top-level agent over her so far, now it was Dana's turn and she was determined to close this case as quickly as possible. She sighed knowing it wasn't going to be as easy as she made it sound in the debriefing.
"Of all the criminals, masterminds, and genius you've encountered, one thing always remains. These guys always make a mistake, whether it be leaving evidence or underestimating us." Twelve men and three women, sat in a FBI conference room, notebooks in hand listening intently to every word that came from Dana's mouth.
"We still have a tactical advantage, the question is: Are we going to use it? Or are we going to blow off the details, and say that checking a lead isn't necessary or that cross-examining everyone who even thinks they saw this woman isn't important?" Dana had handpicked fifteen agents, to work on her op, everyone of them type-A determined, she was sure.
"If you are the type of agent that doesn't sweat the small stuff, I would suggest that you leave this conference room right now. We don't need you here and I won't tolerate anything but par excellence. That being said, Miss Jenny Schecter our Intelligence Research Specialist will be briefing you on all the intel you'll need. Each one of you should compile a report on your specialty and present it to her by Tuesday. Everybody got it?" Dana began picking up her things before the question was answered; she knew they got it the first time, that's why she'd choose them. The young agent retreated back to her office and told her secretary she'd be leaving early.
"What the fuck Karen this is important, I know that you can't see the universal interest, but let me pursue it a little. I promise I can get an amazing column out of this." Alice Pieszecki pleaded with her editor-in-chief; she'd been gathering information to possibly move to a new type of column and Karen Richards LA Daily News' editor-in-chief wasn't swayed.
"Alice I've told you three-hundred times today, you do a three paragraph culture spot that runs on page 26. You do a fantastic job, but I'm not putting a column about criminal masterminds in my paper." The writer sighed, placing the dummy article on her desk, "Karen, just read it, if you don't like it I'll never ask you again. That will be partially because if you read this article and you don't love it then you're a horrible editor and I will hand in my two-weeks notice concurrent with the conversation." The editor grinned snatching the article from Alice's hands and placing it in front of her. "I will read it Alice, but you'd better be done with this weeks culture spot." The writer mouthed thank you and threw over her shoulder as she left the office. "Please I have every culture spot done through next month."
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Dana ended up at some super-swank coffeehouse turned nightclub, it was running on ten o' clock and she wasn't really looking to go home with anyone despite numerous offers. Dana simply sat, Midori sour in hand staring at the large crowd of dancing women. She turned back toward the bar and bumped into a blonde woman, spilling her drink down the back of her white shirt. "Holy fuck!" she screamed as Dana apologized for her scarce moment of clumsiness. "I am so sorry, I didn't see you standing there…wait maybe you should go the bathroom, so that stain doesn't set." The blonde, tried to see the stain over her shoulder to no avail. Dana grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom, dabbing the bright green spot with a waterlogged paper towel the excess water dripping down the blonde's back.
"Again I'm really sorry I wasn't paying attention, but it looks like it's coming out… My name is Dana, by the way." The blonde looked over her shoulder a bit, "Alice…um, actually let me just take this shirt off I'll need to dry it since you decided to pour your drink then a bottle of water on me." Dana moved to apologize again but after seeing Alice's wide smile, she breathed a sigh of relief a goofy grin playing on her features. Dana's grin disappeared, as Alice pulled her shirt off, her silk black bra accentuating her light skin. Dana's mouth went dry as the young writer held the white shirt up to the hand dryer. Dana tried to force her eyes on somthing other than Alice's perfect breasts, "So, um do you come here a lot?" Alice nodded, the loud hand dryer making it hard to hear the writer had to yell over roar. "Yeah, I actually knew the owner before she sold the place. It's a really nice atmosphere, but I've never seen you around here. Are you like new in town? Because you look new," Dana's eyes shifted, to the mirror on the wall, she realized that didn't make things better, staring at the blonde's smooth back just brought things closer to the surface. "Well, I've lived in California my whole life so in that respect no, I'm not new, but I haven't officially come out. There's really no need for anyone to know my personal business at work and my parents, aren't around enough to care so…" Dana couldn't believe she'd given that much information in one paragraph, this blonde knew more about her in five minutes than most of her co-workers knew in the three-years they'd worked with her. Alice smiled, as the dryer turned off, and held her shirt up to the light looking for some trace of the sticky drink. "Wow, I think we got most of it…so can I buy you a drink, since my shirt enjoyed the last one." Dana chuckled and smiled as Alice threw her shirt over her head,
"Well I think it's only fair that I buy, and hopefully if I get you drunk enough you'll forget my momentary lapse in grace." Dana held open the door for Alice watching her swagger toward the bar.
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"I don't give a fuck if it was twenty dollars or twenty-thousand, you find some one to stick 22. up his ass and blow his face off. You got it?" Bette Porter paced across the large Persian carpet spread across her pristine office. Beautiful abstract painting hung freely from the ceiling and modern furniture set the place for business deals and other not so legal arrangements. Bette rolled her neck the bones popping and running her fingers through her long wavy hair,
"Look James the point is I'm not going to tolerate some screw-up chicken shit accountant embezzle my money." Bette walked over to her desk and pressed the speakerphone, James' voice ringing through the large room.
"I know that you're upset, but there's still a federal investigation being conducted and we don't even want to be on their radar." Bette pinched the bridge of her nose in hopes of halting a very large headache, she finally gave up placing her hands on her desk and leaning forward.
"You know what James, I will handle this, we'll speak later." She hung up the phone and quickly dialed, a familiar number. A low but bright voice quickly picking up,
"Baby sis, I never hear from you anymore." Bette smiled despite her situation, it was rare that they saw each other anymore, but Kit Porter had a way of making her sister smile.
"I apologize Kit, things have been more than hectic over here…actually that's why I called, I've got a job for you.
