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“That shirt,” Victoria answered. “You DO know you don’t live in Oakland, right?”

Everyone at work knew Tammin was a lesbian, but no one knew that she was a bigtime Oakland Raiders fan in a sea of 49ers supporters (including her boss and Victoria). That was her real traumatic secret, but Tammin couldn’t help grinning on saying “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Take that shirt off right now, young lady,” Victoria said in mock-seriousness.

Tammin peeled the shirt off and threw it aside, letting the other woman check out her lissom nakedness before she climbed back into the bed.

“Much better,” Victoria smiled, kissing Tammin and resting a hand on one of the agent’s breasts. “Much, much better.”

She started to massage Tammin’s chest, repeatedly kissing her while feeling the Fed’s fingers exploring her body. As much as she liked the agent’s boobs, she could tell Tammin was really loving Victoria’s set – squeezing them together and rubbing the nipples into an erection (like they needed any help there). The woman had the same look on her face that Victoria had seen on a few of the women she’d slept with, a mixture of lust and envy; but in this case there was something different, something kinder. Tammin kissed the tips of Victoria’s nipples, tasting the circles around them.

“WAY perkier than mine were when I was 20,” Tammin smiled, with no bitterness in her voice at all – just appreciation.

“You wouldn’t be so jealous if you knew where they’d been,” Victoria commented.

“They’re not there now,” Tammin pointed out.

“No, they’re not,” the young woman replied with relief, slipping her hands alongside Tammin’s slim body and moving one set of fingers down to the tattoo above her crotch, tracing the tips over “Mind Body Soul.” The brunette started to lick her way softly down her bedmate, listening to Tammin’s little sighs with each touch of her tongue and caressing her smooth skin. If only more of the customers looked like her…

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Within moments, Victoria had Tammin’s tattoo full in her vision, her eyes scanning it and moving a little further down and to the left, resting on the feast between the agent’s legs before returning to the three words.

“A sharp mind… a beautiful body… and a wonderful soul,” she whispered, kissing the tattoo. “Cursive’s a kind of turn-on with this, Tammin.”

“Say that last bit again,” said the agent, stroking Victoria’s head.

“Tammin… what, you get hot when someone says your name?”

“It’s just been so long since someone not related to me called me that,” Tammin explained. “Everyone at work calls me BJ, word got around and now most of my friends do it…”

“How come they call you BJ?” Victoria asked, gently kissing the area above her cunt.

“Blow Job Lips.”

“Jerks,” the brunette muttered, unable to see Tammin’s face light up. Other people she’d explained it to had cracked wise about how it suited her, and now this angel was actually sympathising with how it made Tammin Sursok felt… her hands fondled Victoria more intensely as the girl’s mouth touched her slot.

“Tammin,” she whispered.

The agent’s pussy began to moisten; until now Tammin hadn’t imagined anyone could ever say her name and make it sound sexy. As Victoria’s experienced tongue began to play with her clit, the agent reflected that she might just take this girl’s name if it ever got more serious – Agent Justice had a great ring to it. Mmmmm, good action there… her tongue moved along it like she was painting, getting the feel and texture just right. Tammin cradled the girl’s head as she munched, treating her pussy lips like they hadn’t been for a while.

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“Feel like a little Bryan Adams?” the agent groaned as Victoria’s tongue probed deeper.

“Come again?” the other paused long enough to ask.

“My dad loves him,” Tammin explained. “I used to think "Summer Of 69" was about the year but one night he put it on and he’d had way too much to drink – again – and he told me it was about…”

“I’m on it,” Victoria interrupted with a giggle. Slipping away from Tammin, she slowly got off the bed to give her partner a chance to check out her body, and then carefully climbed back on in reverse, again taking her time so Tammin could… well… enjoy the view of Victoria’s fine, blemish-challenged backside. Resting on the agent with her legs spread on either side of her face, Victoria placed her hands on Tammin’s own thighs before dipping her face down to get some more of that sweet FBI snatch; she might have entered before the agent’s own eager tongue thrust into her box, but she couldn’t be sure. But she was sure about how it felt.

Tammin’s tongue and lips lavished themselves on Victoria’s dark, tasty muff as if she hadn’t had this for years. She sucked and licked and probed like a woman possessed, while her hands pinched, stroked and slapped Victoria Justice’s cheeks. Seriously, if Tammin had time she would have fucked this girl’s foxy little ass until she was screaming (her and Tammin both). The agent tasted Victoria’s clit while relishing the mouth that was loving her own pussy, the tongue moving like a butterfly and making her wetter with each touch. Gripping Victoria tighter, Tammin was trying not to race the girl – she just wanted to make her feel as good as she was feeling right now.

The two women writhed on the bed, their moans starting to turn to screams of happiness as each one munched and tasted the other. Tammin’s fingers were squeezing Victoria’s ass harder as the girl  licked faster, but it was the younger woman on top who was starting to catch fire – she didn’t ever want to stop having this. Victoria didn’t know what was better, how Tammin tasted or the rapid movement of her tongue… “OooooohhhhhhhhTAMMMMMMINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  she howled, smelling Tammin’s lovely pussy fragrance and feeling her own secretions dampening the agent’s mouth as she kept on tonguing the woman, her body thrashing atop her as the ex-stripper had her first real orgasm since the time she and Dan…

No, screw him. He didn’t matter. He didn’t count any more. She wasn’t sure she was about to give up men for good, but for now and the foreseeable future all that mattered was this beautiful woman who’d saved her from that shithole of a club. Tammin was her benefactor, and she was going to make her happy she’d taken in Victoria Justice… and from the increasingly loud cries coming from the other end of her body, it sounded like Victoria WAS making her happy. The young girl’s tongue moved ever faster and eagerly, going deeper inside Tammin’s gorgeous cunt and fondling her legs. She had fantastic legs, and too many pant suits in her closet.

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“Fuck me, Victoria! FUCK ME!!!” Tammin yelled. “DON’T STOP!!!”

The bed shook underneath Tammin’s bucking as she clutched Victoria, kissing her soaked pussy as she screamed her satisfaction and came underneath the girl, loving the hot delight shooting through her body. This one was a natural, and she was only 20… licking the insides of Victoria’s thighs, Tammin thanked fate for bringing this girl into her life. Even if it had been in the line of duty.

Glowing and happy, Victoria carefully turned around to face the beaming Tammin. “Not bad,” she laughed, kissing her on the lips.

“You’re pretty good yourself,” the agent replied.

“Can’t you call in sick today?” Victoria pouted.

“No rest for the wicked. It’ll be the weekend soon, relax,” Tammin said, folding an arm around the girl and resting the hand on her ass, patting it. “Spend the day at the beach or at a game. Not the Raiders, I swear.”

“Love’s all about compromises,” Victoria said. “I could sit through those guys if you let me play with your ass afterwards.”

“You can play with it all night tonight,” Tammin winked.

“Deal.” Smiling, Victoria put her head on the agent’s chest, closing her eyes for a moment. Wow, she was so warm, and even without a bath she smelt so good...

Victoria could still smell her when she woke up. The sun was now doing its business in the sky and piercing through the curtains, lighting up Victoria – and only Victoria, as she saw when she looked to her left. Tammin was gone, with a folded piece of paper on the pillow next to her.

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Smiling and shaking her head at how the agent had managed to disengage herself from her embrace without interrupting the slumber, Victoria picked up the note and opened it; wow, this girl had terrible handwriting. It looked like she was telling her new roomie to be good, or at least to take care of the place while she was out. At least she could make out how the note ended: “P.S. Don’t worry about falling asleep after sex! "

“You’re a keeper,” the young beauty laughed, folding up the note and heading for the bathroom.

A shower, an hour, a bowl of Cap’n Crunch and a couple of Twinkies later – how did Tammin stay so slim with all this junk food around the place, Victoria wondered? – she weighed her next move. She could show some appreciation for what Tammin had done for her lately by cleaning up her apartment. Or she could check out some things online for a couple of hours… play some Candy Crush, listen to some music, whatever.

No contest. She put the bowl in the dishwasher and headed to the PC; Candy Crush it would be. Singing to herself, she turned it on and sat herself down, hand on the mouse.

“You don’t have to be afraid to put your dream in action, you’re never gonna fade, you’ll be the main attraction…” Wishing she could remember who sang that song, Victoria moved the cursor towards one of Tammin’s Internet bookmarks, the gateway to fun for the next couple of hours. “…cause you know that if you’re living your imagination, tomorrow you’ll be everybody’s…”

She stopped the mouse before it got to the icon. Victoria hadn’t forgotten the words; she hadn’t forgotten anything. In fact, the name she’d spotted underneath one of the folders on Tammin Sursok’s desktop was one she would never, ever forget.

Victoria Justice sat there, staring at the folder marked “Mitra.”

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Jessica Biel had known she preferred girls from the moment she could walk; that wasn’t the only reason she had a sign on her bedroom door saying “No Boys Allowed,” but it certainly helped. She wasn’t a man-hater as such, no way – but she was glad that Ben was gone.

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Not least because of the new girl. For a start, Vanessa Hudgens never did things like sending memos to the wrong office, and she didn’t go around harassing the other staffers – even though Ben had his brains in his pants rather than his head, it was the latter rather than the former that had ended up writing finis to his career in the FBI. When word got out about how he’d banged Rebel Wilson, no one had ever let him forget it. Especially the women; it might have been the naked fat women porn mags that someone (maybe someone whose name rhymed with “Blisten Well”) had put on his desk that tipped the scales, or it might not have been. Either way, goodbye and good riddance.

Ironically, the one person Ben had never tried to come on to was the one person Vanessa had her eyes on; she was the archetypal employee with a thing for the boss, but that was all it was… and as much fun as Beverley Mitchell was, Jessica had to admit it was a change to have someone who more or less knew her place in the food chain. And this morning the place was sitting next to her while she dictated a letter…

“…and surveillance of the Camdens is to continue for the foreseeable future. Yours, etc.,” she finished, pacing back and forth while Vanessa’s fingers took down the information for her superiors. “Two copies of that letter, please?”

“Right away, ma’am,” the stunning, almond-eyed young woman replied. “Would you like a refill?”

“That can keep,” Jessica answered, although she did want some fresh coffee. “I’ve got another message to ship out.”

“I’m all ears, ma’am,” Vanessa said, her fingers up and ready to get the words on the keyboard (that was another thing Ben sucked at).

“To Kara Wade,” Director Biel started, beginning to walk back and forth again. “Kara, regarding our communication of the 26th, I feel some more investigation is in order. The Hudgens girl shows promise after the disappointment of her predecessor, and I feel that given time, will be rewarded for the time and effort she puts into being competent, comprehensible… and…”

Jessica stopped still and returned the knowing expression, complete with raised eyebrow, that Vanessa was giving her.

“…and very sexy,” the boss finished.

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Vanessa demurely set aside her transcribing materials, headed to the door and locked it, glancing over her shoulder and smiling at Jessica before she twitched the hem of her dress upwards, revealing some more of her silky thighs – the dress stopped a couple of inches above the knees.

Eyeing the boss knowingly, Vanessa lifted the dress further up, showing more of her legs – and a little more besides. She lived close enough that she could walk to work and luckily for her, if not for the men of San Francisco, it hadn’t been a windy day; the wind blowing up her dress would have shown off her lovely trimmed pussy to the world. Not that she’d have minded if anyone saw, but…

“I never break my word,” she cooed to the boss.

“No, you don’t,” Jessica agreed, fixing on Vanessa Hudgens’ snatch with laserlike accuracy as the secretary carefully removed her dress, draping it over the back of one of the chairs. She’d promised to go commando, and Jessica wished she’d extended it to the top half as well. Those boobs were excellent, too good to be held back by stupid stinking brassieres.

Vanessa leaned back against the door, a hand casually slipping down between her legs. She had her eyes half-closed; she wasn’t exactly a walking ego but she knew what she had, and she liked how it felt.  Jessica watched the secretary’s fingers spreading her pussylips open as the other hand slipped inside her top, unclipping the bra with practised ease and pulling it off her chest, sending it flying to the floor. Vanessa moaned as she fondled herself above and below; Jessica could not blame her. Seriously, if she had a body like that she’d get off on touching herself as well.

The boss’s eyes drifted down the sleekness of Vanessa’s form, watching her fingers playing with her gorgeous little box. Her middle finger was poking inside as the fingers on each side rubbed the lips, and Jessica wanted to be one of those fingers badly – she could feel her panties beginning to show the effect. She flicked her eyes to the left briefly, and noted to her relief that the intercom was switched off… the last thing she wanted was a repeat of the time she and then-neophyte Kristen Bell had 69’d and broadcast their orgasms to the whole office; some people STILL ragged Kristen about it (if not Director Biel – they knew what side their bread was buttered).

“Good thing I didn’t wear pants today,” Jessica commented, undoing her skirt and flinging it aside, noting how Vanessa’s eyes lit up on seeing the outline of her mound under the crisp (if starting to moisten) white panties. As the boss slid one hand under the edge of her underwear, the other started to undo her top; she pushed the middle finger inside her soaking, steaming crotch while she discarded the shirt, displaying her bra-clad rack.

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The bra followed the shirt to the ground a moment later, and Jessica didn’t miss the way Vanessa’s eyes lit up on seeing those glorious chest orbs swaying free. Or how the fingers started to move faster between her legs – Vanessa dreamt about Jessica’s breasts often, but having them right in front of her was another thing. The boss began to play with the hardened nipples, tweaking each one in turn while her other hand thrust inside and out of her dripping snatch. The race was on.

“Mmm… uhhh…. Ooohh…” Jessica had a problem – she wanted to get these panties off,  but there was no way she could do it without ruining the rhythm. Oh, screw it – Jessica ripped them off with one quick jerk, leaving her naked except for her high heels. Just like those dancers the team had seen in LA, except maybe hotter, she allowed herself to think.

With her eyes twinkling and fingers fucking, Vanessa gently swayed her body as she turned, bending and thrusting her hindquarters up towards the boss as she kept sliding fingers in and out of her box. The smoothness of Vanessa’s behind (which was enough in itself to make her jealous – damn bumps) and the two orifices under it exposed right in her face was too much for Jessica Biel; gritting her teeth to keep from yowling, she let her breath out in short sharp spurts, unable to keep from looking at Vanessa’s privates. If it hadn’t been for this stupid conference call she’d have to take with other agency heads she’d have dropped to her knees and sucked that box till the cows came home… feeling her own pussy juice covering her fingers, she gave in to the power Vanessa had between her legs. It was all she could to keep from screaming – the door was thick but probably not THAT thick.

“Was I good?” Vanessa asked, still facing away and enjoying how she was revving herself up.

“You did good, baby,” Jessica panted. “And I got your prize… right here.”

The gorgeous black-haired woman looked over her shoulder, and was treated to the sight of Jessica Biel’s bare ass as the boss bent over the desk, with a very familiar device within reach. But the dildo didn’t have the shine that would come from it being pre-lubed, meaning that there’d be no coring of the director’s asshole this time. Still, Vanessa didn’t mind because a) anything that the boss wanted was just fine with her, and b) she sympathised because she herself didn’t like anal sex, as a receiver or as a giver. Which meant that if Jessica Biel had ordered her to fuck her ass till it bled, Vanessa would’ve done it under the rule of a).

Vanessa strapped it on quickly, impressed that it was in perfect proportion to her body – it wasn’t of Manuel Ferrara dimensions, but not a toothpick either. The secretary spread her fingers over the Biel buns, giving each a little pinch. Wow; how Jessica could keep from feeling herself up all day Vanessa

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would never know. She was so whootiful… now that was a term Vanessa had to remember to never use around Jessica in public. Still fondling her, the secretary dabbed the boss’s open, waiting snatch with the tip of the dildo. Touching it several times more and liking how Jessica’s body quivered with each little dab, Vanessa started to slide it in a fraction of an inch before moving it back out, starting to grind her own form as the probing continued.

Not for the first time, Vanessa envied men – it must be wonderful for them to be able to do this and really get an idea of what pussy felt like (though ironically they’d never know what Jessica Biel’s actually felt like). Still, until medical science made it possible for a woman to grow her own penis, this would have to do; Miss Hudgens pushed further up Jessica, moving her hands up the boss’s long, warm, strong back. She even had a sexy spine…as she thrust into the boss, Vanessa quickly leaned down and kissed it while her hands reached Jessica’s undone hair, fondling the wavy tresses. Pumping away with her breath coming in quick spurts, Vanessa began to grab the boss’s hair, holding it as hard as she could without yanking back painfully.

“Whoo… yes, V, yes yes YES…” Jessica began to buck forwards and backwards, feeling Vanessa’s body slamming against her and grinding into her cunt – on and on the woman pounded behind her, going deeper and faster with each movement. “C’mon girl, DO IT!!!”

Still holding Jessica’s hair with one hand, Vanessa slapped one of the boss’s sides with the other as if she was riding her… which she was. She slapped her again, whooping and screaming as she slid in and out of her at an increasing pace; the desk started to shake a little under their writhings and thrashings. Jessica’s fingers gripped the edge as her body heated up, howling as the girl steamed her snatch up… “OOOOOHHHHHHYES!!!!!!!!! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKYES!!!!!!!!!!!”

Vanessa’s screams were almost as loud as Jessica’s as she felt wave after wave of delight rushing through her body, with part of her almost wishing that Beverley Mitchell could see this; Agent Mitchell had given her the evil eye from day one, and Vanessa had replied in kind. She knew a suck-up when she saw one, when all she wanted to do was be the best she could be for her boss. She just hoped Jessica liked her better than Mitchell…

As Jessica felt Vanessa withdraw the now-sodden dildo, she felt something she hadn’t gotten from Beverley. As much as she’d enjoyed Agent Mitchell’s body, Jessica had never been convinced the ex-secretary hadn’t just been kissing her ass figuratively as well as literally; Vanessa here had no such ambitions. All she wanted to do was please her and do her job, and that was just how she liked it. Even though the dildo was so lubricated that it could have been popped up her back door no trouble, Jessica knew that Vanessa knew better than to try it – something she wasn’t entirely sure could be said for Beverley. No, Vanessa Hudgens was here to serve her in every way.

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Jessica felt Vanessa’s lips lightly kissing her open, damp pussy. Nothing further, just a tender little kiss.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I should be… thanking you,” Jessica replied as she gingerly turned around, smiling up at the gleaming, glowing girl.

“By the way… um…” Vanessa bit her lip, because this was embarrassing. She didn’t want to say what she had to say, but…

“Out with it,” Jessica said, still heaving.

“Do we have anything in petty cash? I’m a little short,” the secretary blurted. “I went to get some money out this morning and I had like 33 cents left, and I don’t know where all the cash went because I know I didn’t spend that much over the weekend…”

“How much do you need?” Jessica interrupted.

“About $400, just till pay day,” Vanessa replied. “I feel so… dirty… having to ask like this. My parents would kill me if they knew about this… never did it before…”

“Don’t worry, we’ve all been there,” Jessica assured her. “And one more thing…”

She picked up the discarded torn underwear, and handed it to Vanessa. “You earned it.”

The secretary kissed the boss as she slipped it into her dress;  Vanessa already had plans for it that evening.

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Another car was parked near the apartment building. It was fairly big, enough to hold a family of five – which is exactly what it was used for most days. But Navi Rawat didn’t have any of her children with her this morning; this was business.

Hoping that her three boys weren’t giving the sitter any problems, she hefted the case she had with her and moved as casually as she could to the entrance – it wasn’t the most populous part of San Francisco, but she couldn’t help thinking people were watching her. And no matter how many times Troian had assured her the place had more ants than people, she still felt a little self-conscious. What if there were cops hiding behind that burnt-out car ready to spring out the second she knocked…?

She mentally slapped herself. This wasn’t “Numb3rs” or some crap cop show like that, this was real life – and in real life the cops weren’t always in the right place at the right time. The lovely EMT knocked three times, paused and then knocked a further four.

A few moments later, the door opened; it wasn’t flung aside but opened to give Navi just enough space to slip into the hideout. As Shay Mitchell shut it behind her, she smiled in relief at the newcomer.

“Sorry we had to do the secret knock thing,” Shay told her.

“You’ve got to be careful, I know,” Navi replied. “How are you all bearing up?”

“Bad,” the escapee admitted as they entered the apartment. “We’re trying not to lose it over Megan and Emma, but…”

“So you’re the famous Navi,” Roselyn smiled on seeing the woman.

“I see Hayden’s been spreading the word,” the EMT said as she took in Roselyn’s bullet wound, unsurprised to see that Miss Panettiere wasn’t in the room. The wound had been widened a little thanks to Roselyn’s self-cauterization and digging out of the bullet on arrival at the hideout, but the only alternative had been to leave it in there until they could have gotten some kind of professional help.

“Brought some more painkillers,” Navi continued, cleaning out the jagged hole in Roselyn’s arm. “And sutures.”

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“Is it all right if I leave the room?” asked Blake. “That always grosses me out.”

“You could just look away,” Olivia pointed out. “That’s what I always do.”

“You’ll have to – you’re next,” Navi replied, getting the sterilized needle threaded and ready. “Want a little local anesthetic first, Miss Sanchez?”

“Call me Roselyn, and yes. Definitely,” the leader admitted.

Both Blake and Shay kept their eyes elsewhere as Navi sewed up Roselyn’s arm – she wasn’t exactly Florence Nightingale, but it would do the job provided Roselyn didn’t do anything particularly stupid over the next few days. “Sorry I’m all out of lollipops… maybe next time?” she added, tying it off.

“Lemon, please,” Roselyn smiled.

“And now let’s take care of your friend,” Navi continued briskly as Olivia dispensed with her dress – Troian and JoAnna had brought each of them one change of costume to give them a break from their prison duds. Under normal circumstances, getting a chance to see Olivia’s long legs would have been a treat, but these weren’t normal circumstances; she’d taken a bullet in the upper thigh, and digging it out of her had not been fun – the woman had wailed while Roselyn removed it and the others held on to her as she thrashed around. Olivia had begged them to leave it until they could see a doctor, but Roselyn had told her the longer they left it in the worse it would be; Olivia had snapped that it was HER leg, not theirs, but she was overruled. And sweary.

Now Olivia lay back down, aware that some of them were probably envious of her right now – even under these circumstances, having a foxy dusky woman between their legs wasn’t something to sneeze at. As Navi gently wiped the gaping wound on the inside of the patient’s leg, Olivia could tell she was paying entirely too much attention to the job; while a good thing, it was almost as if she didn’t dare look up… like if she did, she might like what she saw outlined through Olivia’s panties.

“You can look up,” Olivia assured her. “It won’t bite, and I don’t mind.”

“But I do,” the EMT replied, as she finished disinfecting her. “I already sowed my woman-to-woman oats… I’ve got a good man and three kids, and I don’t cheat.”

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Olivia could see where Navi was coming from, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy feeling her fingers touching the flesh before she began to close up the wound. It wasn’t as big as Roselyn’s but it still had to be stitched (not Olivia’s idea of fun, because she liked needles the way Elton John liked girls). Clenching her teeth, she tried to imagine Navi’s fingers moving up her legs for reasons not involving needles…

“Maybe I could drop by for a drink or something when this is all over?” she suggested airily, or as airily as she could with the needle pulling the surgical thread through her skin.

“No can do,” said Navi. “If Leon ever finds out he’d ask a whole bunch of questions. Hang on, it’s almost done…”

She tied the suture off and cut the needle away. “Hayden still swear a lot when I’m mentioned?”

“She’s quietened down now,” Roselyn replied.

“She asleep? Probably the only way I’d get to check her arm,” Navi reflected.

“The bandages and painkillers seem to work just fine for her,” said Olivia.

“But she’s resting now,” Blake added. “It’s best to just leave her.”

“All right,” Navi sighed. “I just wish she’d let it go though… now as long as Olivia and Roselyn don’t do anything rough, it should be fine.”

“No chance of us running around the place soon,” Olivia lied.

As long as Megan and Emma were in Rhona’s care, there was every chance of it.

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Hayden was on her bed, but she wasn’t asleep.

She’d heard Navi come in and talk to the others while she was doing her thing. Part of her knew that Navi didn’t have any bad feelings towards her, but part of her just couldn’t get past… the past. The blonde’s body was screaming to let the EMT check her arm, but her mind would not let her do it.

She just had to grin and bear it – it wasn’t gangrenous or anything like that, it was just a weakened arm. And she didn’t need both arms to deal with Ashley Benson, no sir.

Hayden clenched her good hand and punched the mattress.

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“The family of Scarlett Johansson, one of the two guards hospitalized in the wake of the Remy Hadley breakout, have offered a reward of $50,000 for information leading to the capture of the seven escaped convicts,” Ashley Benson told Channel 7 viewers. “This comes not long after the family of head guard Cate Blanchett, who was shot during the escape, placed a bounty for the same amount. Johansson and Blanchett’s conditions remain critical.”

Scarlett and Cate’s faces accompanied Ashley’s voice as Victor Thomas, watching at home, kept a hand on the remote control. This wasn’t a euphemism; he was waiting for the report to end so he could switch the channel – which he wouldn’t have done if Hayden Panettiere was still working there.

“Just what *is* causing money to vanish all over the City by the Bay? Our look at the cash crisis hitting bank customers - hopefully not including you,” Ashley said with a little professionally reassuring smile, “after the break.”

“Not including YOU, you mean,” Victor muttered, bringing up Channel 5. He didn’t believe for a second Ashley was concerned about anything but her own welfare – or that Hayden had really been the San Francisco Eight’s lookout. Maybe it was because he was biased, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if Ashley had had something to do with it; he’d never liked her the way he liked Hayden. And he knew he’d never have a chance with her even if his girlfriend hadn’t been the one to tell her Hayden liked girls.

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Luckily, Kate Mara was the kind of girlfriend who was understanding about her guy’s fantasies. Equally luckily, she didn’t care for Ashley Benson any more than he did; personality and ego of Asia proportions aside, Kate had had it in for Ashley ever since she’d gotten her friend Katy fired. The woman had never really bounced back from losing her job – she had disappeared some time later, and no one seemed to know where she was. Kate and Victor still hoped Katy Bailey hadn’t done something terrible to herself, but the longer she was gone the more likely it was. And it was all Ashley’s fault, and she didn’t care…

As Channel 5’s news began after the break, Victor forced himself to stop thinking about Ashley and cheer himself up – to start to think about Hayden. And Kate.

Or Hayden AND Kate.

Had anyone been in the room with him and spotted what was happening in his jeans, they would see that this was having the desired effect.

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Emma Roberts didn’t know anything.

She didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious after that little run-in at the hospital, she didn’t know where Megan was, and right down she didn’t know where SHE was. Oh, it wasn’t like they were in the hands of the cops unless they’d gotten one hell of an upgrade; the surroundings weren’t bad – she was in a room that was way bigger than the one she had in the hideout, and the bed she was on was a lot more comfortable. Even if she had been handcuffed to the head of it while out cold.

Coughing as she glanced at the table on the side of the bed, Emma spotted a variety of pills, a bottle of water, two boxes of Kleenex and some cartons of orange juice. She let herself crack a half-smile; whoever had them wherever they were, they obviously needed them intact for the moment. She could have used something now, but these stupid hands…

How about that. The door on the other side of the expanse that was her room opened, ushering in the kind of nurse Emma had always wanted – a beautiful green-eyed blonde with a cheerful look on her face. Only the excess of clothes got in the way of her being the healthcare provider of her dreams.