Title:Apogée 2 Author: ClosetDana [ Send a Private Message ]
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Copyright: 05.09.06 Content Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I own nothing IC/Showtime owns almost all of these characters I just enjoy having a little fun with them. Author's Note: Next chapter if you read it please comment, I need feedback to go on living!! :)
curious- Thanks for reading again these first chaps are kinda like tests so let me know what you think.
De_leish_ous- Dana as a cop is very sexy, she's not quite as clumsy as TLW's Dana by the way I love you name
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Summary: Shane screws up Alice and Dana just screw Bette can't sleep Total Views: 2999 times.
Tina Witlen-Kennard was sat quietly as her husband crunched numbers at the large oak desk in their expensive hotel room. She rolled her eyes in boredom as he huffed in the corner, obviously confused and frustrated by the figures in front of him.
"I'm sorry honey, we can go as soon as I figure out why this isn't balancing…there can't be this much money missing." Marcus Witlen was an accountant and usually a damn good one, but lately his figures hadn't been consistent. Large amounts of money were missing and the young wealthy banker turned personal accountant, couldn't find what was wrong.
"This invoice right here, I entered it but, this company I don't recognize it…almost twenty thousand dollars went to this construction firm but there are no receipts…fuck." Tina shook her head and rose from the bed that was facing the desk,
"Well shit Marcus if you're just going to sit here all day then I'm going to just go the pool by myself." Tina grabbed her bag and Marcus grabbed her hand as she walked toward the door.
"Fifteen minutes and I will be down there, I swear." Tina exhaled loudly,
"Whatever Marcus, this was supposed to finally be our honeymoon, but fuck it, I don't even care what you do." Marcus hung his head knowing he had to stay and figure out what was wrong, he could patch things up with the wife later.
"Fifteen minutes babe." Tina swung her hands in a 'whatever' motion, her green pool bag flying in the air as she left the room.
She never noticed the young dark haired woman with the leather jacket waltzing up the hall. She also didn't notice the 12, gauge with a silencer peeking from her pocket.
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Shane passed a pretty blonde with a large green bag in the hall and took a moment to casually glance at her. 'Nice tits,' she grinned and pulled her pair of aviator glasses from her pocket slipping them over her steel blue eyes and stood at the door of room 212.
'Three minuets, in and out, no problem,' Shane tapped her knuckles on the door, not caring if Marcus saw her through the peephole. He wasn't a paranoid man but after stealing such a substantial amount of money, Shane thought maybe he should be. Marcus answered the door expecting his wife,
"Tina baby I�"who the hell are you?" Shane had already pressed the barrel to his forehead and pulled the trigger before he'd taken his next breath. She let his body fall and didn't bother moving him, since he fell perfectly backwards and into his room.
Shane took a long thin pin and ran it up the doorframe locking it from the inside, she shoved the gun back into her pocket and checked her watch,
"One minute fifty-seven seconds…a new world--" Shane heard a small gasp, her eyes snapping down the hall, giving only a quiet mumble to herself.
"Oh fuck," Carmen stood frozen almost fifty feet away, one hand trying to stifle the small chokes for breath. She took off running down the hall as Shane tried to keep up, the athletic bartender hitting the stairs and flying down the levels, as Shane the frequent smoker and seldom runner attempted to catch her. But Carmen was too fast and knew the ins and outs of the hotel, disappearing in a service elevator she knew the assassin couldn't find.
Shane stood only three levels from the initial hit kicking herself, knowing there was absolutely nothing she could do. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The black haired woman kicked a nearby wall for a moment, then took a second to calm herself straightening her jacket and walking slowly out of the front door, being sure to give a big smile and a 'hats off' gesture to the security camera, even though she wasn't close to satisfied with the job.
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Dana sat at the bar laughing and joking with Alice, it was the first time she'd really relaxed since Lara was killed.
"So I was in a play in the third grade ok, It was like a big production for us, lights, microphones, the whole nine yards." Dana leaned forward and listened closely to every word that escaped Alice's beautiful lips, she was obviously smitten with the journalist and a little bit tipsy, almost an hour after their clumsy beginning.
"Ok so I was the main turkey…It was a thanksgiving play you know, I was supposed to get shot by the Pligrims and they would have a feast with me as the center piece." Dana looked confused,
"Weren't they supposed to spare the main turkey?" Alice laughed a little drunkenly,
" Not in this play, our teacher believed in realism, she said that in the colonies no edible animal was spared for the sake of a holiday. It was about survival, right so I was supposed to be shot and eaten at the thanksgiving feast…but I wanted to be the star so when they went to shoot me instead of dying, I went into a full rendition of 'America' from West Side Story, and to this day it has to be the most embarrassing thing I've ever done." Dana broke in into more laughter,
"Wow that's pretty embarrassing, Alice…" They sat back in the corner of the club, there was very little noise and the seats were comfortable. Alice scooted closer to Dana as another woman sat beside her,
"What about you Dana? Anything embarrassing you'd like to share?" Dana thought about it a minute, "Honestly no, I used to play tennis in college and aside from a couple of spills on the court I'm pretty embarrassment free…I guess if you include spilling the drink down your back tonight, then that had to be the most embarrassing thing I've done but that worked out wonderfully for me so…" Alice smiled as Dana studied the curve of her jaw,
"I hope you don't mind me saying I think you have to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Alice scoffed, then grinned.
"Then I guess you haven't seen Jennifer Anniston, or Angelina Jolie." Dana shook her head quickly, "I doubt they could hold a candle to your personality though, you've got this amazing um…" Dana searched for the words as Alice tried to help her goofily, "Stench? This amazing ass, what?" Dana's eyebrows lifted at the 'ass' comment.
"…Energy, your laugh is infectious and it's just great to have even met you…and yes you do have an amazing ass." Alice burst into laughter and Dana joined in dipping her head and leaning a little closer to test her bounds. Alice stared at her lips not moving as Dana moved in to capture them in a slow peck. Electricity was immediately felt and Alice moved in for another peck on the lips, they continued to play safe gently nipping at each other, until Dana opened her mouth and traced her tongue over the young writer's lips. Alice took a deep breath and devoured Dana's mouth moving in smoothly and rocking forward sensually. The heat finally became too much for them to handle, they parted, chests heaving wildly.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" Dana husked as Alice smiled and looked into green eyes,
"Took you long enough to ask,"
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"I guess I don't understand why she was up there Shane, why would the bartender be following you through the hotel?" Kit Porter sat in her office at The Planet reviewing the last job she'd assigned Shane,
"Look I want this fixed ok, we don't have room for fuck ups like this, you know that." Shane nodded running frustrated fingers through her hair, she was not a morning person.
"Did you even kill Witlen?" Shane gave her a disbelieving look mumbling an 'of course' while turning to pour herself a drink, Kit stared at her.
"It's 8:45 in the morning, don't you think it's a little early to be getting started?...You still didn't really answer me by the way" Shane took a sip of vodka and slumped down in the seat in front of Kit,
"Kit we've been working together for five years now, this is the first time that anything has gone wrong. I think it's really uncool of you to doubt my abilities but I will give you the full story. I went in from the parking garage, I had a drink at the bar, some floozy bartender was hit on me, I walked up to 212 put a bullet in Witlen's head she must have followed me then spotted me down the hall. She got away, that's all I got Kit. I can't control other people, only myself, I will find her and take care of it, this is not a problem unless you make it one." Kit sighed rolling her neck in a way very similar to her sisters',
"Fine Shane take care of it but this was a job for my sister and this cannot get ugly you got that? She's finally trusting me again and I don't want to fuck up the first job back alright?" Shane held up her hands in defense, the vodka in her right hand sloshing angrily.
"Alright I will get it done, but I'll need the employee roster from the hotel to get started." Kit smiled and tossed it to her quickly,
"Number 32, Carmen de la Pica Morales, you've got the address, do your thang, and quickly I don't want this getting back to my sister." Shane nodded grabbing the paper and downing the remainder of her glass.
"It's already done Kit."
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They stumbled into Dana's apartment, both a little drunk but sober enough to know what they wanted. Dana took the lead pushing Alice into the nearest wall and kissing her fiercely, her tongue moving deep in the young writer's mouth. Alice tried to take control moving her hands up to Dana's shirt but they were effectively caught and moved above her head. Dana pushed one hand in under Alice's shirt removing the bra in a rather impressive move that made the writer wonder how often she did this type of thing.
"Wow, um…you go that off…quickly, mmmmph." Any comments made by Alice were swallowed up by Dana's questing lips,that blazed a trail from her mouth to the top of her jeans. Dana rested on her knees and unbuttoned Alice's pants staring straight into the writer's eyes unwavering,
" I wasn't lying when I said you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen Alice." Dana trailed her hands down Alice's sides and pulled down the writers pants and panties in one graceful motion, Alice stood there feeling very exposed as Dana grabbed hold of her ass and pulled Alice toward her mouth by the backs of her legs.
The writer's body swayed forward, as Dana wasted no time circling her clit with her finger. Dana reached out with the tip of her tongue to taste Alice, a motion that caused the writer to throw her head back against the wall and buried her hands in Dana's hair, no longer caring about being exposed to the FBI agent.
"Fuck…you're good at that," Dana smiled despite herself, she had no patience for foreplay and teasing tonight. She was only dying to hear the journalist moan and when she wanted something, well she got it, and pretty quickly. She pulled Alice closer and spread the blonde's legs wider pushing her tongue in and out causing Alice's legs to tremble. Dana replaced her mouth with three fingers pushing them in once then standing up and guiding the blonde to her bedroom.
The beautifully furnished bedroom went unnoticed by the writer, she was far to excited to be with the sexy brunette than to be interested in tapestries. Dana sat on the bed as Alice stripped off her clothes slowly in front of her. The agents' eyes hung heavy as Alice pulled her face up for a searing kiss. Dana moaned low into it reaching her hand under Alice and teasing her from behind, receiving a groan from the journalist, as she pushed them both back onto the bed straddling Dana's waist.
" I don't do one night stands," Alice felt the need to voice her concern, this was a first for her, going home with someone she hardly knew. And while the writer found Dana to be interesting a beautiful, she couldn't sleep with her and walk away that's not the way the blonde operated. Dana looked her in the eye, with a new respect for her, she smiled and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
"Then I'm glad we agree."
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Dana woke up to her cell phone blaring in her ears, Alice still curled in the crook of her neck, legs spread across her. The agent shook the sleep from her head and answered, "Fairbanks…ok how long ago and where? Ok, no don't touch anything I will be there in ten minutes…I don't care about the fucking coroner you tell him not to touch anything." Dana sat up slowly kissing Alice on the forehead to wake her,
"Alice…Alice wake up babe," The writer slowly rose, her hair sticking out from all ends and causing Dana to chuckle. Alice turned to look at the clock sitting on the dresser,
