A Woman In Uniform - FINISHED (finally) 3/23/2013

[umgaynow]

Disclaimer:I don't own them...Willow and Tara belong to the evil overlords at ME...although, while reading the next few chapters you may think that in fact JW is writing this, due to the amount of pain and misery our girls are in for, I assure you it was only me and my little hatchet



Rating: A disappointing PG-13 I'm afraid...after the last couple of chapters they need some rest and recovery time



Summary: Willow gets a break in the case...well, sort of



Notes: Angst angst angst angst angst and oh yeah, did I mention angst?





A Woman in Uniform chapter 15

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Willow squirmed in her office chair, the delicious soreness between her legs a pleasant, if painful reminder of the previous day's activities. I can't believe how much it turned me on...being dominated like that...I don't think I've ever been so aroused in my life...and Tara...oh my God...sooooooo hot...well, as Ms. Calender used to say, in order to truly learn, we must explore...hehehe...but still...I can't help wondering...all those accessories Tara had...no...I don't want to know...



"Rosenberg!"



"Yes, sir?"



"Here's the skiptrace on that last one...maybe you can make some sense out of this mess...you're the one who's always extolling the virtues of that profiling nonsense...let's see if you can't prove me wrong," the captain's voice softened, "We could really use a break on this one."



Detective Rosenberg sat for hours, poring over the background files on the six victims. There has to be a connection here somewhere...there has to be...I'm just not seeing it...come on, concentrate, damn it...look at it a different way...what am I missing? Oh my God...that's it...missing...what's missing...I think maybe...just one more to check...yes...that's it...MEN...there are no men in any of these files...none of the victims have ever been married...one just got out of a convent...one is definitely a lesbian...and from the look of it, all these others might be family too...or at least they've never been involved with a man...no way...it can't be...



She forced herself to walk calmly into the captain's office and explained her theory.



"Yeah...so...maybe they're lesbians...so are you."



Willow glared at him, "Giles...don't you see? Virgins...someone is sacrificing virgins!"



"A cult?"



"I suppose it could be...I'll have a look through the GFW file...maybe something will click."



"Alright...and Rosenberg?"



"Yes, captain?"



"Good work."



"Thanks."



The redhead was sitting at her desk, paging through the General Freaks and Weirdos file when her phone started singing to her. Mmmmm...Tara. She flipped the phone open and the message came up.



HI BABY...THINKING OF ME?



ONLY EVERY TIME I SIT DOWN...AND EVERY TIME I PEE



I'M SORRY IF I WAS TOO ROUGH WITH YOU YESTERDAY



NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE BABY...I LOVED IT



I NOTICED



I MISS YOU DARLIN'



ME TOO...AM I GOING TO SEE YOU TONIGHT?



I HOPE SO...MIGHT BE LATE THOUGH...THINK I MAY HAVE GOTTEN A BREAK ON THE CASE



S'OK...I COULD DO WITH A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP



YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE...BUT I'D SLEEP BETTER IN YOUR ARMS



THEY'RE ALL YOURS LOVER



SHIT! XANDER'S YELLING FOR ME...I'LL CALL YOU LATER OK?



NO PROB...BACK TO WORK YOU SLACKER!



HEY!



I LOVE YOU WILLOW



I LOVE YOU TOO BABY...BYE



Willow walked over to where Xander was checking the security tapes from the brownstone. "What's up, Harris?"



"I think I found your blonde," he pressed the play button, "Isn't that the hottie from Pride?"



Oh shit! Tara!! The redhead watched as her lover walked into the elevator, all dressed in leather, her guitar case in her hand. Well, that doesn't prove anything...she said she was stuck in an elevator...and it was out of order when I went to the scene...yeah, that must be it...



"Naaa, that's not her...must be another hottie."



"My mistake...you know me and women...you all look alike to me," he teased, "I'll keep checking these and see if she turns up anyplace else."



"OK...keep me posted."



Well shit! Fuck! Damn! This is a lovely new development!



When Willow got back to her desk she found a Post-It stuck to her keyboard. WENDY CALLED. Wendy was the CSI team leader on the Smiler case...not that there were really any other cases...this was Sunnydale after all, not LA. The redhead dialed the number, grinding her teeth in dread.



Oh come on, Rosenberg...just because she was in the building... This is Tara we're talking about here...don't be an idiot...not only is this woman your heart...this is also a woman who captures bugs and releases them outdoors instead of killing them...she couldn't take a life...never mind six...she won't even eat meat, for chrissake.



Finally the ringing stopped and she heard someone pick up, "Hey Wen...it's Willow...got something for me?" Please make it something that vindicates my girlfriend.



"Hi, Will...believe it or not it's finally happened...we found a partial print at the scene...on a guitar pick of all things...it was in the hallway outside the bathroom."



"Did the victim play guitar?"



"Well, if she did play, then she didn't keep it in her apartment...chances are the pick belongs to the killer."



FUCK! "Thanks Wen...let me know when you get a scan on it."



She hung up the phone, crumpling the message into a tight ball and hurling it with great force against the wall. "Harris!"



Her former partner poked his head around the corner, "Hey Willster...whassup?"



"Where'd you put the rest of those tapes from the upstairs hall?"



"I'll get 'em for ya."



"Thanks, Xander."



"No...thank you...I thought I was gonna have to watch 'em all myself."



"Hey...no prob...anything for an old buddy, right?"



Willow walked into the captain's office with the box of tapes under her arm. "Hey chief, I've got a couple more interviews down at that brownstone...so I'm gonna cut out early...I'll check these at home tonight if that's alright with you."



"Yeah...go ahead...let me know if you turn up anything."



"Sure, Giles...thanks."





Willow pulled up outside the Sunnydale Public Library, her stomach tied in a sheepshank knot. There has to be some other explanation...there just has to be...it's not like Tara's the only guitar player in town...OK, Rosenberg snap out of it...worrying doesn't solve anything...what we need is action...time to prove our girlfriend's innocence...I can't believe this...I'm breaking the law for love...hiding evidence...my existence has turned into a freaking Lifetime movie.



The redhead went directly to the periodicals room, in search of newspapers for the days leading up to the murder. She scanned the want ads, trying to find the listing for the audition Tara had mentioned. BINGO!



Back in the Mustang, she dialed the number. Just when she was about to give up and terminate the connection, he answered with a sleepy "Yo..." Willow shook her head in disgust, Musicians!



"Hi...this is Tara Maclay's manager...I believe she had an audition scheduled with you earlier this week..."



"Yeah...that's right...never showed though."



"Yes, well...there was a bit of a mechanical problem...have you hired anyone yet?"



"Naaaa...seems like every broad in this town thinks she's Britney fucking Spears."



"Yeah...I hear ya there...would it be possible to reschedule? I gotta tell you, Tara's really stoked about the idea of jamming with a band." Go Willow! Woo-hoo with the musician-speak.



"That'd be cool...I was just about to scrap the whole girl singer idea altogether and go back to my dad's polka band...at least it's a steady gig."



"Just let me make sure I've got your address right."



"Sure...it's 332 Benson." SHIT!



"Thanks, man...I'm sure you'll dig Tara...she's got a voice that'll melt the stitching right outta your shorts." Well, she does!!



"Cool...I'll look forward to hearing from her."





FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! and oh yeah...FUCK!!



There was no two ways about it, that had been Tara on the tape. Willow had really been hoping her eyes were just playing tricks on her. So, she was in the building...that doesn't make her a killer...you have a point there...but what about the guitar pick? You just had to bring that up didn't you?



The redhead dialed her girlfriend's number, taking a few deep calming breaths. Well, calming in theory anyway.



Tara picked up on the first ring, "Hi, lover..."



"Hey baby, how you doing?"



"I'm feeling a little lonesome...why aren't you here?"



"That's kind of why I called..."



"This better be good...I saw the doctor today and he said I need a large daily dose of Willow smoochies."



"Oh really...well, I hope it's not one of those life or death things...cuz I'm not going to be able to make it tonight...I'm up to my eyebrows in work...well, not literally of course...cuz hello, that'd be a lot of work...and this is a small town...well, not small but small-ish...so not that much crime...so really it would have to be figurative and..."



"Willow..."



"I have this huge pile of tapes I promised the captain I'd look through."



"Uh-huh...you and your porn," she teased, "I could come over to your place and we could watch 'em together."



"Very funny...but it's not anything that thrilling I'm afraid...just boring old surveillance tapes...but since it's police business they're for my eyes only...sorry baby."



"I know you can't see me right now...which is a shame, really...cuz I look really hot...but trust me...I'm pouting."



"Sorry I can't be there to suck on that protruding lower lip for you, sweetie...maybe we can have a long lunch tomorrow?"



"Mmmmmm...I know what I want to eat."



"You are soooo bad...anyway, we'll have to wait and see...work, ya know..."



"Are you OK, Will? You sound funny."



"Just tired I guess...it's been a long day."



"Well, don't you stay up too late watching that porn."



"Yeah yeah yeah...I'll see you tomorrow baby...get some sleep tonight, OK?"



"Ooooh...are you telling me I'm gonna need my strength tomorrow?"



"Maybe..." the redhead said coyly. What the hell was I thinking...she can't be guilty...not an option...no way...uh-uh.



"Alright, I'll let you get to work...I love you, Will..."



"I love you too, sweetie...I'll see you tomorrow."



"G'night lover...get some sleep you."



"Yes, ma'am..." Willow giggled.



"What's so funny?"



"Oh, nothing...just thinking of yesterday...you know...yes ma'am."



"I see my little harlot."



"Hey, none of that...I need to be able to concentrate on my work...I can't be fantasizing about hot blondes in leather all night." Nope, just looking for them at crime scenes.



"Hot blondes?!?!"



"Blonde...singular...not blondes...you know you have my heart, baby."



"And you, mine, lover...I guess I ought to let you go...cuz I really don't think I have the control to keep myself from flirting with you...I love you, baby...g'night."



"Night, Tara...love you too."



Willow tossed the phone down on the seat and rested her head on the steering wheel in despair. "Grrrrrrrrr....this is so not the life I ordered. Damn it!!"





umgaynow



Well...that's it for now...and as far as the angst goes...I"m afriad this was just a warmup...the nexy chapter will be a real heartbreaker I'm afraid...but I haven't written it down yet...still in my head...hope I didn't truamatize you pervs too much with the lack of sex ;oP

[onyxsundrops]

I don't believe I've ever left feedback here before but now is as good a time as ever. So is Tara hiding something? I'm not sure if I would go as far as to say she harmed someone, but perhaps she knows something about something (if that didn't sound too confusing). Hopefully the tapes will put Willow at ease- assuming there's nothing incriminating on them. Thanks for the update.



Yvonne

[wimpy0729]

Okay, you're getting us warmed up to board the angst train. Don't worry...I can handle it. I just keep going back to read chapter 14 and it keeps a huge smile on my face for hours.



So...Tara's on the tapes...shit...shit and double shit. But hey, that doesn't mean anything. Let's watch the rest of them and see what else we discover, shall we? Can't wait to read the next twists and turns.



Wimpy





"There was plenty of magic." ~ Tara

[tarawhipped]

That's what I get for going away for the weekend--I totally missed your update!



And holy crap! I KNEW Tara would be on those tapes, and you've promised angst, so as much as Willow doesn't want to believe it, it sounds like she's gonna have some doubts? She could easily clear Tara by tying her up and keeping her uhhh...busy...until another murder occurs. Yeah, that'd be cool!



-Cameron

[shadowygirl]

Hey hey , this is a wonderful fic the smutty scenes are great and not skanky which I love cause I hate cheesy skanky smut *shivers* ick , but this is very tasteful *winks* smut

anyhoo this is great but its not Tara right ?! It can't be and I don't believe it is not one bit ... its not right ? RIGHT ?!



hehe more soon !



~April~M~

[sam7777]

The idea of Willow squirming in her chair after the events of the last two chapters just does something to me I think that Tara is involved in the smiler incident but not in the obvious way. She was there and ended up all bruised and with a broken guitar. Methinks she may be after the killer herself for some reason. Would explain her wandering lifestyle. In any case, she certainly isn't being honest with Willow which leads to suspicion and angst. Though I must say while life is getting complicated for and , I still find the tone of your story to be upbeat even in the midst of the angst and that's great.

[WickedReds]

TOOT TOOT!!!! angst train coming up... like wimpy said... I can handle it...

I knew it was tara on those tapes... crap... big crappy crap pants... i hope she's not the killer... but i like what sam7777 said about her maybe going after the killer... crap... it so better not be her.... great update...



-reds



my banana dances for smut

Tara in a wet shirt, Tara in a wet shirt. Tara in. A. Wet. Shirt. “Of course.”-Willow From Remember to Breath By Yellow Crayon

Edited by: WickedReds at: 10/11/04 10:13 pm

[Vogelscheuche]

First, great update. It's a little bit like "Murder she wrote".. you know every bit of evidence leads to the suspect (Tara) but you (and Jessica Flatcher) just KNOW she is not guilty.



I think there are two possibilities:



1: Tara has a psycho-bitch-twin-sister who can't cope that Tara is a lesbian.



2: Tara is kind of a private investigator or undercover-agent ans searches for the killer herself. Thats why she was in the building.



So update???



Vogelscheuche

(AKA Insanity)

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"It's always sudden", Tara

German Fanfiction

[Artemis]

I have a third theory besides the two Insanity suggested... but I'm not going to reveal it, just in case I'm a) right, and spoil the surprise, or b) wrong, and look like a complete doofus.



Still, if worst comes to worst and it is somehow Tara causing all this, and Cameron's right and the only way to stop it is for Willow to keep Tara 'busy' every waking hour... well, they're just going to have to do that, aren't they?



The plot thickens, the angst looms on the horizon... I'm looking forward to more. In the sense that it's enjoyable angst, and there'll be a happy ending, right?

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

[Stroke of Luck]

NO way that it was Tara! U wont turn our Tara into a killer, right? Hmm i need the next update asap, cuz i cant stand the thought that Willow thinks that Tara might have anything to do with the file!



Cu

SoL/Natti

"I wish that you were here or that I were there, or that we were together anywhere!"

[alysagoddess85]

so can tara just have an evil twin or sumthing...or maybe this can all be one giant misunderstanding...cuz theres just NOOOOO WAY that taras a killer...but that was a really good update too...even though there was a monster lack of sex...lol...but ill cope....more soon please!



~mel

'The Cat in the Hat' is fine, just not during sex.--Alyson Hannigan

[umgaynow]

Hello my wee felines...



Hate to say it but the next update may be a while, unless I have a sudden flash of inspiration...I am having a big problem with knowing where I want to get to and not quite being able to figure out how to get there...there are a few different ways I can deal with this...I suppose it depends on how angsty I want to get...don't know if I'm comfortable with there being distrust among our girls but it is kind of unavoidable...and the only way I can think of to get around it would sooooo get Willow fired or busted back to meter maid...so hang in there my kitties...and send me some good vibes to help me figure it out



umgaynow

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[Shy One]

NO!!!!!

Aaarrrggggghhhh! First my computer blows up .........Then it takes 3 weeks for me to get it fixed .....And when I finally make it back to the board it looks like Tara is the murderer !

No fair! Things are going so well for them.....please make it all a big mistake......Tara just HAS to be one of the good guys!

But aside from that...........GREAT UPDATES!!!!!!

Sorry I haven't left feedback in a while......but like I said...the whole computer situation was just plain ugly. 3 whole weeks with no internet! Talk about Hell!

But I finally made it back and I LOVE the updates.....they are SO freakin' good!!!

More soon, please? And please make Tara NOT be the murderer? Pretty please?

*getting down on knees*

And I'm not above begging.......



Shy One

[alysagoddess85]

*sends oodles and oodles of good vibes*



NOW UPDATE!! lol



~mel

'The Cat in the Hat' is fine, just not during sex.--Alyson Hannigan

[umgaynow]

Hi kitties...



Just thought I'd give ya a heads up...talked through the bit I was stuck on with my buddy Dawn this weekend and now I know how I want to handle it...so there should be an update probably some time mid-week...ta for now



umgaynow

[umgaynow]

Well darlings...



I had a sudden fit of inspiration today...OK so it was more like a seizure...anyway, first draft of chapter 16 is done...should be posting tomorrow night or Wednesday at the latest most likely...kinda depends on what happens with my boys tomorrow night...GO SOX!!!!!!!



David Ortiz is a GOD!!!!!



umgaynow

[tarawhipped]

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David Ortiz is a GOD!!!!!

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Damn right!!! As a New Englander now living in Chicago, I get double the pain every year (BoSox/Cubs), but I will always be a Boston fan, and tonight's game rocked.



And that's way off topic, but I just wanted you to know that while I understand if you can't the next update posted tomorrow, I REALLY hope you do, cause an update of this fine fic AND a Boston win would be the best Tuesday in recent memory.



-Cameron

[umgaynow]

OK chapter 16 is all finished...right now my dindin is cooking...I'm a gon' go eat and if my boys aren't winning after that then I will come back and post...of course, if they are winning...well...I'm sure you all understand...GO SOX!

[Tempest Duer]

Okay, you've got humor, mystery stuff and mind-blowing sex scenes that make me fall out of my chair and stare at the ceiling for extended periods of time. I'd say that this qualifies as a good fic. Or a fantabulous one. Yeeeah...

It's insulting to the whole gender[sic] of rap.



~Eminem

[umgaynow]

Disclaimers: I don't own them, wish I did...but the RedSox just beat the Yankees and we're going to the World Series...so I don't really care who owns them at the moment inky



Rating: PG-13 or so...unless angst ups the rating...also rated EC for Evil Cliffhangery ending



Summary: The angst is knee deep, saying anything more would give it away



Notes: Angst angst angst...but the RedSox won the pennant so no biggie...there have to be happy chapters coming soon...but don't expect any next week





A Woman in Uniform Chapter 16

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Willow sat on the sofa with her finger jammed on FF, trying mightily to keep her eyes open. Three hours spent staring at an empty hallway had done little to allay her fears or improve her mood. She left the tape playing and made a beeline for the bathroom, the two mochas she'd consumed suddenly insistent upon a quick exit from her bladder. As she made her way back down the stairs, she caught a brief flicker of black on the TV screen.



The redhead perched nervously on the edge of the couch and switched from FF to REW. Again the black clad figure appeared, looking almost comical as she moved backward at high speed. Once the party in question had moved offscreen, Willow hit pause, then swallowing audibly, pressed play. A moment later, Tara came around the corner from the elevator lobby. Just keep walking, baby...don't stop...please...don't go in...OH TARA! The blonde paused outside the open door, saying something that Willow couldn't make out, looked around as if to see if anyone was watching and stepped inside.



The redhead shut off the VCR and sat dejectedly with her head in her hands. This cannot be happening...my baby just can't be a killer...not my Tara...there has to be a logical explanation for this...oh man, what the fuck do I do now?



Pulling herself together, Willow switched on her PowerBook and set about hacking the firewall on the state police database. OK...so maybe this is just a tad illegal...but if I'm gonna prove my sweetie's innocent, I have to get there before anyone else does...and no one can know I'm looking...can't leave any tracks...nope...this won't be hard at all...easy as really difficult pie...oh well, at least all those lonely nights I spent playing on my computer as a geeky teen are finally paying off.



After several hours of work, she'd found plenty of info on Tara's past, but not a single bit of it made her feel any better. Defeatedly, she logged off and closed her laptop, casting a cursory glance at the clock. 4am! Shit! I have to be at work in five hours...I better get to bed...not that I'll be able to sleep, mind you.



After four hours of fitful near slumber, the alarm went off, cutting through Willow's head like a dull axe. Oh man, I am never going to make it through this day. Without getting out of bed, she picked up the phone and stabbed out the number for the station.



"Sunnydale PD, how may I direct your call?"



"Hi Anya...it's Willow."



"Hey Willow...you sound terrible."



"Thanks a lot, Anya...I didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night."



"Were you up all night giving Tara orgasms?"



"Sadly, no...I think maybe I'm not quite as over that flu as I thought I was."



"Oh, that sucks...were you up all night barfing?"



"Anya!"



"What?"



"I'd really rather not discuss the details, if you don't mind."



"You're crabby...I don't like you when you're crabby."



"Really, I'm crushed."



"Hey!"



"Sorry...I'm snippy gal...I just feel like hell...do me a favor and tell the captain I'll be working from home today, OK?"



"Sure...you get better, Willow...you need to be healthy so that luscious new girlfriend of yours can give you lots of orgasms."



"Do you ever think about anything but sex?"



"What else is there?"



Willow sighed, shaking her head, "I need to go, Anya..."



"Oh...do you have to barf again?"



"Bye, Anya." The redhead hung up the phone and pulled a pillow over her face, groaning miserably.



When Willow woke up several hours later, the sky was gunmetal grey and the rain was coming down in sheets. Sunnydale my ass. After a quick shower and a late breakfast of water, Saltines and Rolaids, she dialed Tara's number.



"Hi, lover...how's work?"



"No work today...I called in sick."



"Are you OK, sweetie? Do you want me to bring you some chicken soup?"



"I'll take a pass on that, thanks...my tummy's feeling kinda oogy...but a good dose of Tara time might do wonders, I'm thinking."



"You want me to come over? Are you sure you're not contagious?"



"Naaaaa...I think it's just an unholy combination of exhaustion and stress...it's been a helluva week."



"Aw, poor baby...you just need a little TLC...don't you worry, Tara's gonna come over and make with the nurturing."



"How soon can you get here?"



"I'm on my way."



"Great...see you in a bit...thanks, Tara."



"No thanks necessary...this is what girlfriends are supposed to do."



Hmmmm, I don't think my last girlfriend got that memo. "I love you, Tara."



"Love you too darlin'...now hang up so I can be on my way."



"Yes, ma'am," Willow chuckled feebly.



"There's a good girl...see you soon."



The redhead hung up and ran to the bathroom, her nervous stomach rumbling ominously. Well, I guess this is what I get for calling in sick when I'm not...at least now it's not a lie...that's something new and different...hey, I didn't lie to Tara...no, but you didn't say anything either...that's just the same...God, I hate this!



She opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the big plastic bottle, chugging down a good portion of its revoltingly chalky contents. "Blech!" she spat into the sink, "You'd think after all these years and all the advances in technology, they'd have found a way to make this crap taste better."



The doorbell rang, making her jump a foot. She pulled a comb through her sweaty hair and bolted down the stairs to answer it. As soon as Tara was over the threshold, she took her in her arms, holding her ever so tight, wishing that she'd never have to let go.



"Wow...if this is the reception I get after only one night apart, I may just have to go on vacation," she teased, giving Willow a quick kiss, "Mmmm...Kaopectate."



"Sorry, baby."



"It's OK, darlin'...now I want you to lie down on the couch...I'm going to make you some chamomile tea...that'll fix your tummy right up."



"Tara..."



"Uh uh uh...no arguments from you...now lie down and be a good patient."



"Whatever you say, Nurse Ratched."



"Ooooh...you are so gonna pay for that when you're feeling better."



Willow stretched out on the sofa, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm her jangling nerves. She couldn't think of anything harder than what she was about to do or anything she'd ever wanted to do less. Tara came in a moment later with two steaming mugs in her hands and sat down beside her.



"Ooooh...do I smell coffee?"



"Uh-uh...not for you," she placed the cup in Willow's hands, "Now sip that...slowly."



"Tara..."



"Yes, sweetie? Do you want a pillow? A blankie maybe?" she asked, getting up.



"Please, baby...sit down."



"Is everything OK, lover?"



"We need to talk..."



"Oh God...we need to talk...the four ugliest words in the english language."



"Please, Tara...let me say this...it's hard enough as it is...just listen, OK? If you have anything to say you can tell me when I'm done, alright?"



"Willow...baby...what's wrong?"



"There's no easy way to say this..."



Tara lowered her eyes, closing herself off just as visibly as if she'd drawn curtains across her face, "Just say it..."



"First off, I want you to know that everything I've ever said to you is the absolute truth...I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my life...I can't imagine my future without you in it now..."



"I sense a but coming..."



"Please, baby...I need you to tell me that you understand...you do know how much I love you, right?"



"I do...about half as much as I love you," Willow shot her a look, "OK, so maybe it's a tie."



"You know I'd never intentionally do anything to hurt you, baby."



"And you know I feel exactly the same way." Willow smiled at her lovingly, despite the angst of the situation. "So, tell me about your but..."



"If anyone's an authority on that subject, it's you baby," the redhead teased.



"Willow..."



"Just trying to ease the tension a little, sorry."



"I know you're trying to work up to something, honey...and it's obvious it's not from the hugs and puppies category...but you're killing me here...I've never been a big fan of suspense...so come on...out with it."



"It's not fair...the way you can read me."



"That pesky soulmate thing again."



"I don't know how to say this, Tara."



"Just tell me, Will...no matter how bad it is, we'll get through it together...unless..."



"Unless?"



"If you're breaking up with me, just tell me flat out...I don't think I can deal with an explanation."



"Oh, Tara!" She took the blonde into her arms. "Baby...no...no...don't even think that...the only way I'd ever leave you is if you asked me to...although, after you hear what I have to say..."



Tara held her redhead closer, "Just tell me, Willow...as long as we're together, I can handle anything."



"Well, maybe the easiest way to start is to show you..." She pressed the button on the remote and Tara watched herself walk down the hall and into the apartment.



"Damn, Willow...you scared the shit out of me...do you people in Sunnydale always get this tweaked out over a little trespassing? It's not like I was breaking and entering...the door was open and I really had to pee after being stuck in that elevator for so long..."



"Tara...we both know there's more to it than that...I know you better than to even think that you might be the killer...but I know that you're mixed up in this somehow...maybe you know who the killer is...maybe you don't...but one thing I do know is that you haven't been on the road for five years just because of your music."



Tara stared at her lover blankly, struck utterly speechless.



"I did a bit of research last night...OK, not a bit...I was on the computer for five hours, anyway...I know about Annie, baby...I know you're wanted for questioning in connection with her death...and I know that you've been missing since that night."



"Willow...I-I-I..." Tara stammered, tears in her eyes.



"I know you didn't kill her, sweetie...I've seen the look in your eyes when you talk about Annie...I know how much you loved her...how much you still love her...also, I couldn't help noticing certain odd similarities between her file and a certain other case...it was the smiler, wasn't it? You found her and you fixed things so it wouldn't be so obvious, didn't you?"



"I couldn't save her...the least I could do was give her some dignity," she whispered through sobs, "I couldn't let them turn her into some tabloid headline...I owed her that much."



"I'm so sorry, baby," she held her close, stroking her hair, "Do you know who's doing this, Tara?"



"What..."



"I said, do you know who's doing this?"



"It's not a who...it's a what...a succubus...Helianngggtherxygxtxqzyxyzzggcz."



"Huh?"



"It's ancient Babylonian...I just call her Heather."



"OK then," suddenly Willow had forgotten everything she'd planned on saying.



"I've been hunting this thing for five years, Will...I have to get her before she strikes again...I doubt it escaped your notice that the last victim was a redhead...she knows I'm here and obviously she knows about you...she's taunting me."



"Tara...baby...I understand your desire for vengeance...if anyone hurt you, I'd probably torture them to death...sew their mouth shut with a dull needle or something...but you should let the police handle this."



"Will...you don't understand...the police are in way over their heads here...you can't kill this thing with guns...you can't hold it in a prison cell...the only thing that can kill it is magic...I'm the one, baby...it has to be me."



"So...you're what then...some kind of cosmic bounty hunter?"



"I suppose you could put it that way...but at the risk of sounding like some cheezy movie trailer...this time it's personal." Willow laughed. "I've gotta take this thing down, baby...right now that's the only thing that matters." The redhead frowned, "Except for you, of course."



"I don't want to lose you, sweetie...frankly, after what you've told me...if I thought turning you in would keep you safe, I'd do it...but don't worry, I'm not going to...we wouldn't be having this conversation if I was...but I really don't know how much longer I can protect you...no one else has seen this tape...but they have footage of you in the lobby...and they found your guitar pick at the scene...right now, they have no idea who you are...I even lied to Xander when he thought he recognized you...but sooner or later someone is going to ask the same questions that I did...and then they'll be coming for you...there's nothing I can do about that."



"I know, baby...anyway, I'm a big girl...I've been taking care of myself for quite a while now."



"I plan on handing in my resignation tomorrow...as soon as they find out you're my lover, they'll have my badge anyway...and I am really not in the mood for an IAD investigation...that's why I'm telling you all this...if you need to run, I won't stop you...I'll even go with you if you want."



"Willow..."



"Yes, my love?"



"You're wonderful...I love you with all my heart...but I can't let you do that...I've been a fugitive for too long...I can't ask you to take that on...I won't let you throw away your career...I don't want that on my head."



"I don't give a damn about my stupid career, Tara...all that matters now is you...OK, that came out a little more stalkery than it sounded in my head...what I meant was if I can't be with you, then the rest of it would feel pretty meaningless."



"I know exactly how you feel Will, but..."



"But nothing, Tara...I'm serious...you can't stay here...don't you read the papers? I know you didn't do anything...but innocent people go to jail all the time around here...they'll paint you as some kind of wacko cultist because you're a witch...all it'll take is a little circumstantial evidence...which they already have by the way...a good prosecutor and a gullible jury...then all the kissing you and I will be doing will be through glass."



"Willow...darling...do you really think I don't know that? Hello! Professional fugitive here! I've managed to stay out of jail so far...and I can't afford to be caught now...no offense to present company intended, but...it's going to take more than a mickey mouse little PD like Sunnydale's to put me behind bars...this has gone far enough...it ends here...I refuse to let this abomination kill any more innocent women...no way...no more redheads for her...especially not mine," she kissed Willow softly.



"What are you...um, strike that...what are we going to do?"



"As soon as I figure that out, I'll let you know."



"You're gonna give me an ulcer, woman."



"Willow...sweetie...relax..."



"You're kidding, right?"



"You said no one knows who I am yet, right? So we're safe now, aren't we?"



"Yeah, well...for now...but..."



"No buts...unless someone is going to kick that door down in two seconds...which doesn't seem all that likely...I want some snuggles...I'll even let you cuff me if it'll make you feel better."



Willow sighed in assignation and snuggled closer into her lover, "I'm going to have to call my broker and see if they trade Kaopectate over the counter."



Tara chuckled softly, kissing her redhead's hair, "I love you...you big goof."





In the end, Willow did not, in fact, cuff Tara...but they made long, slow, tender love that night. It was really more about trust and spiritual connection than sexuality and pleasure...although it was most certainly pleasurable...and then some. When they were both too exhausted to go on any longer, the lovers drifted into a peaceful slumber, safe in each others arms.



When Willow woke up, Tara was gone. After a full search of the house, she sat on the bed with her lover's pillow pressed to her face. She inhaled her fading scent, crying and praying to every deity that came to mind, that her lover wasn't gone for good. Then her cell phone rang. She jumped off the bed like a cat, to grab it and when she opened it, there was a message from Tara.



THERE'S SOMETHING I HAVE TO DO AND YOU CAN'T BE ANY PART OF IT...I'M SORRY BABY...PLEASE KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART



Willow tried to respond, but Tara had already hung up. She dialed the number over and over, but the only response she ever got was a prerecorded message. The customer you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.



"Shit! Shit and double shit!"





umgaynow





Well that's most likely it until the World Series is over...if you get too frustrated, you can always go back and read chapter 14...of course that would just be a different kind of frustrated...hope this one answered some of those niggling questions...time for me to go to bed now...almost 2:30...and oh yeah...GO SOX!!! YANKEES SUCK!

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[WickedReds]

AAARRRGGGG!!!!!!!!!!...... CRASH!!!!!!!!!... ow.. where did this cliff come from... so a succubus is around... And oh no tara disappeared to go deal with it.... now i want to know whats going to happen really badly...



-reds



Mein Banane tanzen für Schmutz

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'e the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

[tarawhipped]

First off...YAAAAYYYY!!! Red Sox RULE!!!!!



There, I feel better. It was nice that Willow just came right out with her questions (in a Willowy way), and that Tara answered them honestly (as far as we know). They're both going a little overboard on the protective thing though. Why doesn't Willow just wait til they ask about Tara, then play innocent? And why's Tara gotta deal with 'Heather' ( )) on her own? And now we have to wait til after the Series for more???



*sigh*

-Cameron

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

[The Rose24]

Phew!! I knew Tara wasn't a killer, but I did know she had something to do with it. Excellent update.



I know they will come up with something together because I have a feeling Willow will be stubborn and try to find Tara.



BTW, I love your shot at season six "Villains."

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

Edited by: The Rose24  at: 10/21/04 8:22 pm

[umgaynow]

how can one not take shots at "Villians" it's such an idiotic story arc!

[Artemis]

Thank the goddess, Tara's in the clear. Apart from having a demented succubus stalking her, that is But it looks like (taking a guess) she's now gone off to take the creature on I just hope whatever she's up to she a) gets through it okay, or b) Willow catches up with her before anything terrible can happen.



She did say earlier that Willow's got some power of her own - maybe the two of them together can defeat the evil critter?



(How does one defeat a succubus anyway? Maybe Tara could show up in her leather outfit, and it'd crawl back to hell depressed that it's not the sexiest creature on the planet any more )

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

[alysagoddess85]

ooo...a succubus?? sounds icky!! and the fact that its taunting tara...well thats just mean..no more redheads for it!! nice update though...cant wait for more...willow needs to find tara...like right now.



~mel

'The Cat in the Hat' is fine, just not during sex.--Alyson Hannigan

[umgaynow]

Hello kittens...



Guess what...today is a travel day for my boys so there is no game tonight...so I wrote chapter 17 today...and believe it or not, there isn't much angst! I will be back to post it after I eat dinner...update-age tonight! GO SOX!



umgaynow

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[The Rose24]

I hope you post it before I go to bed.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

[umgaynow]

Disclaimer:I don't own them, as a matter of fact I don't own squat...I might have half a Hershey bar in my bag if you want that



Summary: We see a different side of Tara...a couple even



Notes: Surprisingly there isn't much angst in this chapter...although there is a little Faith and Anya so there are a few laughs...I hope so anyway



A Woman in Uniform: Chapter 17

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Tara's palms were sweating as she approached the building. The last five years of her life had prepared her for this moment, but she was petrified nonetheless. She whispered a few words as her hand made contact with the doorknob, magic tingling beneath her skin. OK, Maclay...calm, cool, self-possessed...you can do this...strong like an amazon...yes...I can do this...like the commercial says, never let 'em see you sweat.





Willow was getting ready for work when her beeper went off. Dripping wet and wrapped in a towel, she dialed the station.



"Rosenberg," she said tersely.



"Willow...thank God...we need you down here right away."



"What's going on, Anya...has there been a break in the case?"



"No...nothing like that...the computer system's gone all wonky...everything seems to be coming up in sanskrit or something...Giles thinks it's a virus...the tech guy won't be here for hours and you know you're the only one who understands this blasted contraption...so get your butt down here pronto and do the geek thing."



Great...this is all I need. "I'll get there as soon as I can, Anya...I just got out of the shower."



"Ooooh," the dispatcher said lasciviously, "Are you naked?"



"Anya..." she warned, "I'll get there as soon as I can...but while you're waiting I'd like you to do something for me."



"Yes?"



"Take a cold shower!" she slammed the phone down.





Tara walked up to the sergeant's desk, trying to look as casual and helpless as possible. "Excuse me, Sir?"



"Don't call me Sir, I work for a living."



"I'm sorry...um...sergeant."



"That's better...how may I help you, Miss?



Well, for one thing, my eyes are about a foot above where you're focusing...men! "I'd like to speak to someone in charge of the um Smiler case."



"That'd be Rosenberg, she's handling interviews...but she's not in yet...I'll see if I can find Fred for ya."



"Thank you."



A moment later, a dishelveled looking older man with a beer gut and a bad comb-over came around the corner.



"Hello," he extended a hand in greeting, "I'm Detective Sanderson, but you can call me Fred," he said to her breasts, "What can I do for you?"



Now I know why they call them pigs. "I'm Tara Maclay...I was told you were looking for me."



"You're the blonde from the brownstone! Yes, I definitely want to talk to you...why don't you come around to my desk?"



Tara sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair, taking deep breaths in a vain effort to calm herself.



"Can I get you a cup of coffee?"



"No thank you, Detective Sanderson."



"Please, call me Fred...now what do you have to tell me?"



"Well...I spoke to this guy I was supposed to have an audition with last week and he told me that the police had been asking about me...so I figured I'd come down and see if I could offer you any helpful information."



"Do you know something about the murders?"



You wouldn't believe me if I told you. "I was so shocked when I read about it in the paper...to think I was in the building with a murderer," her hands trembled visibly, her voice shaking. And the Oscar for the best performance as a frightened ingenue goes to...



"It's OK, Miss Maclay...just take your time and tell me what you know."



"Yes Sir...I mean Fred...I'm not sure if I actually know anything that might be helpful to you," she was practically batting her eyelashes.



"Well, you never know...sometimes even the smallest most seemingly insignificant things can give us a lead...just start at the beginning."



"OK then...I was there...in the building, I mean...about an audition...I'm a singer, you see...anyway, I figured I'd run down there between sets...I was playing at the Espresso Pump that night...do you know it?"



"Oh yes...my wife is positively addicted to their lo-fat lattes."



"Yummy...anyway, I'd gotten there in plenty of time...guitar in hand, wearing a nice sexy outfit...rock band, you know...have to look the part...then I got on the elevator and..."



"Did you see someone?"



"Not a soul...I was stuck in that darned elevator for four hours...I missed the audition...lost my job because I never made it back for the second set...I even crashed my bike on the way home...it wasn't a good night."



"I'm sorry...is there anything else?"



Tara looked down, hiding behind her hair, "I'm afraid to tell you..." she said meekly.



"It's OK, Miss Maclay...we only wanted to speak to you as a witness...you're not in any danger."



"Well, I might have...um...kind of...bent the law...just a little bit."



"Go on...I assure you, you'll be treated with leniency."



"Do I need a lawyer?"



"I doubt that will be necessary...you seem like an intelligent young woman...if you'd done anything really illegal, I don't think we'd be sitting here talking, now would we?"



"Well...um...you see...the door was open...and I'd been in that elevator for so long...I called out, but no one answered...and I know that technically it was...well, trespassing...but I really...well...I mean..."



"What, Miss Maclay?"



"I really had to pee," she blushed.



The detective laughed, "Don't you worry your pretty head about that...I don't think anyone's going to charge you with unauthorized urination."



Tara hid behind her hair, trying to look innocent and vulnerable, "Then I read in the paper that it was the same apartment where that poor woman was killed...when I think that the murderer might have been in there at the same time as I was..." she shuddered visibly.



"Settle down, Miss Maclay...you're not in any trouble...can I get you some water?"



"Yes, thank you."



Detective Sanderson went over to the water cooler and came back with a paper cup, handing it to Tara. "There you go...now take your time...try to remember...did you see anything suspicious?"



"No...I didn't see anything out of the ordinary at all...except that the door was open and nobody was there...I just found the bathroom and...um...did what I had to do and left...I didn't see anyone."



"Well, I guess that's all we have to talk about...if you remember anything else give us a call...and make sure you ask for me," he took another obvious glance at her cleavage, "Thank you for coming in, Miss Maclay."



"Just doing my civic duty, Sir...I mean Fred...my parents raised me to have respect for the law...just trying to do my bit to make the world a safer place." I'm amazed I didn't choke on that one.



Detective Sanderson walked her to the front desk. Tara suspected it was mainly so that he could stare at her ass along the way. She swallowed hard when she spotted Faith and Anya up ahead. Oh shit! Please please please please PLEASE don't say anything!



"Thank you, Miss Maclay...don't forget to ask for Fred if you need anything at all." He took one last look at her womanly assets and went back to his desk. Whew...that was close...all I need is for this guy to find out that Willow's my girlfriend.



"Hey Blondie!" Faith exclaimed in her usual predatory tone.



"Hello Faith...Anya," she nodded as she tried to walk past them, hoping for a clean escape.



"You stop by for a coffee break quickie with that hot girlfriend of yours? No wonder Red is always smiling."



Tara was not in the mood to put up with any crap, "Shut up, Faith," she spat, glaring at her.



"I think maybe she's into the handcuffs and interrogation game, whadda you think, Anya? You know, Tara...I kind of like that one too...call me anytime...Anya and I have been looking for a trois for a menage."



Against her better judgement, Tara let her temper get the best of her. She hauled off and slapped the vulgar brunette hard across the face.



"Hey!" Anya whined, "You hit my Faithy!"



"Yeah...and Faithy hits back," she balled up her fist and gave Tara a right cross to the jaw. From there it degenerated into an old-fashioned hair-pulling, kicking, scratching cat fight, both women rolling on the floor until two uniformed officers separated them.



"That's enough!" the sergeant growled, "You two are gonna cool off...I think a night's stay in the holding tank ought to do the trick."





"Hey, Rosenberg...it's about time you decided to come to work," Fred teased, "I hope you're feeling better, because what I have to tell you certainly isn't gonna do the trick."



"Do I even dare ask?"



"Well, you know...good news/bad news...it's a thing."



"Give me the good news first...I could use some."



"We found your blonde...she's downstairs if you want to talk to her."



"Downstairs? In the holding cells? Did she confess?" Shit, Tara...what the hell are you trying to do?



"That's the bad news...she doesn't know anything...says she just went into the apartment to take a piss if you can believe that...said she was stuck in the elevator for four hours...it had been out of order when we were there...I'm pretty sure she's telling the truth."



"So why's she locked up then? I thought trespassing was just a light fine."



"Totally unrelated...got into a catfight with Anya's tart...they're both in for the night."



Wow...I wonder what Faith said to her...cuz hello...Tara...not the violent type...guess I should talk to the captain about getting her out...then again, if I left her there I'd at least know where she was and not have to worry about her going off and getting herself killed.



"Thanks, Fred...I think maybe I will have a chat with her, after I talk to the captain."



"No problem...and Rosenberg, wait'll you see her...she's a knockout," he made the classic curvy woman gesture with his hands.



If I wasn't trying to cover here, I would so kick his ass. "You're a pig, Fred...how's that sweet little wife of yours?"



"Yeah yeah," he walked off shaking his head.





After her chat with the captain, Willow headed down to the holding area. This ought to be fun and a half.



As the redhead walked by her cell, Faith called out to her, "Hey, Red...that's some fiesty broad you got there...I bet she's a real hellcat in the sack."



"Shut up, Faith or I'll have you deloused and strip searched with a full cavity check."



"That could be fun...you gonna do it?"



"You wish...but no...not my department...that job falls to Big Doris...also known as ColdFinger."



She left Faith to contemplate the idea and headed down the hall to the other cell where she found Tara curled up on her cot, her knees to her chest, trembling and crying.



"Tara? Baby?" she whispered.



She turned to the guard, "Could you let me in and leave us alone, please?"



"That's not exactly policy, Ma'am."



"It's OK...you have my authorization...it's perfectly safe...I left my sidearm and cuffs upstairs in my desk."



"Alright, Ma'am...so long as I don't get no trouble for it."



"You won't...open the cell please."



The guard unlocked the door, relocking it once Willow was inside. "Thanks, Doris...that'll be all for now...I'll call you when I'm done."



"Yes, Ma'am."



Willow walked over to the cot and sat down beside Tara, stroking her hair and making soothing sounds, until she turned to face her. The redhead saw the livid black and blue mark forming on her lover's jaw and her blood boiled. I'm definitely going to set up a date for Faith and Big Doris.



Willow gently caressed Tara's bruised cheek, "Are you OK, baby?"



"No...I'm not OK...I'm an idiot."



"I see..."



"I had things all taken care of...then I let her get to me...I gave in to my temper and now I'm stuck here for the night...and Heather is out there somewhere doing God only knows what."



"I'm afraid I can't do anything about that, sweetie...I talked to Giles...you either spend the night here or you get charged with assault and battery...and the last thing you need is them looking up your record...not that they could, mind you."



"Yes, I know," the blonde grinned wickedly, waving her fingers like a magician.



"The computers? That was you?!?"



"Abracadabra...I couldn't have them looking up my record."



"They expect me to fix it...how the hell do I fix a spell?"



"It'll fix itself once I'm in the clear."



"Tara...what were you thinking coming here? What if they decided your alibi was a bunch of bullshit...where would you be then? You scared the hell out of me this morning...I thought you'd left me."



The blue-eyed and currently blue-faced beauty caressed her lover's cheek, "Never...I'd never leave you, baby...but I couldn't have you sacrificing your career on my account."



"You're gonna pay for that when this mess is all over....I'm thinking maybe a replay of the other night, but with positions reversed, of course."



"And you think I'd consider that punishment?" she asked seductively.



"Uh uh uh...none of that...not here."



"So tell me..."



"Yes?"



"Did my sweet and innocent act work?"



"Well, Fred thinks you're telling the truth...but you're not fully in the clear yet...I'll have to check the tape again for time lapse...prove you weren't in there any longer than it takes to pee...and incidentally, I think it had more to do with the lowcut top and tight skirt than the sweet and innocent thing."



"Are you suggesting I'd use my womanly wiles to get my way?" she teased, batting her eyelashes.



"No, I'm suggesting Fred is a swine," she laughed, then found herself caught in Tara's eyes, "God, I wish I could kiss you right now," Willow moaned.



"Soon, my love...soon," Tara promised, running her fingers through silky red hair.



"Well, I hate to say it, but I better go pretend to fix the computer system before anyone gets suspicious."



"Have fun with the ancient Babylonian."



"You are a wicked little witch, aren't you?" she laughed.



"Only for you, beautiful."



"I'll try to come back when my shift is over...is there anything you'd like me to get you?"



"A veggie burger and another balnket would be nice..."



"Check."



"And...oh yeah...one more thing..."



"Yes?"



"Faith's head on a plate."



"Not sure I could pull that one off...but I can make her a date with Big Doris for a deep cavity search."



Tara chuckled, "Who's the wicked one now?"



"Well...she hurt my Tara...no punishment is too severe."



"I got in a few good licks," Willow's eyebrow shot up to her hairline, "Oh, for a different phrasing."



"I love you, Tare...I'll be down to see you later...behave yourself...we don't want you extending your stay."



"Love you too, Will...I really am sorry about this morning."



"It's forgotten...just don't ever do it agin."



"I promise."



"There's a good girl. Doris!"



The guard came and opened the cell. "Thanks, Dor...keep an eye on this one for me," she winked at Tara behind the guards back.



As the two walked away, she saw Willow whisper something into the guards ear, giggling wickedly. A few minutes later, the guard returned to Tara's cell with a blanket, a book and a cup of hot tea.



"Willow said to tell you she'll bring you dinner when her shift is over."



"Thank you."



"You've got a great girlfriend there...wish I could find one like that."



Damn, are all the women in this place "family"? "I know I do...believe me...thank you again."





Willow came down a few hours later with the promised veggie burger, making a big deal about smuggling contraband. "I would have brought fries with that but my bra wasn't big enough," she teased.



"Very funny, baby bear...but I think it's just right...although, if positions were reversed I could bring you a full picnic in mine...or at least a couple of canteloupes."



The pair sat and talked while Tara ate, laughing about Faith's encounter with Big Doris and bitching about the fact that they couldn't touch each other.



"Well, sweetie...I'm afraid I'd better go...since I'm still employed here and all...thank you for that...even if I do disapprove vehemently of your methods...anyway, gotta watch the whole consorting with the prisoners thing...you're not free and clear yet...plus there's no conjugal visits for overnight detainees."



"I understand, lover...it's OK."



"I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight, knowing you're here."



"I won't be able to sleep either...not without my favorite redheaded pillow."



"This'll be a lesson to you...stay out of jail."



"You got that right...all these years of avoiding it and now this...damn Faith!"



"What's done is done, at least there won't be any charges."



"That's true...I guess that's the drawback of having a passionate nature...the passionate temper comes with it."



"I wouldn't trade that passion for the world, baby...temper and all...but I wish you'd tell me what Faith said."



"Maybe I will some day, when she's too far away for you to kill."



"That bad, huh?"



"This is Faith we're talking about here."



"You got me there."



"I've got you, alright."



"Forever, baby."



"You should go, sweetie...I'll see you in the morning...I'll be fine...I have Doris watching over me."



"You're right...I hate it...but you're right...I love you, my little jailbird."



"Hey!" she feigned offense, "I love you too, Will...I'll meet you in your dreams tonight, OK?"



"You've got a deal...g'night, lover."



"Night, Will."





The redhead returned bright and early the next morning.



"You look like you slept about as well as I did last night."



"I needed my WillowPillow."



"And I needed my TareBear...OK, it's official...we're just so in love it's sickening," she laughed, Tara joining her.



"So, can I get out of here? Maybe go someplace where the toilet isn't in the middle of the room?"



"You're free to go, baby..." she said, unlocking the door, "Can I have my computers back now?"



"Well that depends...am I still a suspect?"



"I really didn't want to have to mention that part of it...I was trying to concentrate on the my-girlfriend's-no-longer-a-fugitive-y goodness of it all."



"Huh?"



"There was another murder last night, baby...I'm sorry."



"Goddamn it!" she kicked the bed, "Redhead?"



"Yup...I know baby...I know it sucks...but you know, even if you'd been there you might not have been able to stop her."



"Yes I know...but maybe I might have...another woman is dead and it's my fault cuz I couldn't hold my temper...God, I hate that bitch...she's just playing with me now...I really need to find a spell that will send her to some ultra-hell dimension when I catch her."



"I know, Tara...I know...and I'm sorry...but try to look at the upside...no more running...you're finally off the hook...now I can ask you...will you stay with me, baby...for always?"



"Oh yes...of course, lover," there were tears shining in her eyes, "Just as soon as I dispatch this Heather bitch, I'm all yours."



"Tara, honey?"



"Yes?"



"I just had a thought..."



"Uh-huh?"



"You said I had power, right...maybe I can help you...maybe you could teach me how?"



"Hmmmm...two against one...I like those odds..." she kissed her lover softly, "Smart girls are so hot."



"Come on, my little witch...let's go home...how does a long hot bath sound to you?"



"Would this be a bath for two?"



"Uh-huh."



"No deep and meaningful conversations?"



"Nope."



"No talk about work or Faith or evil soulless succubi?"



"Nope...although I think that last part might have been a little redundant."



"Bubbles?"



"Yup."



"Maybe a little attitude adjustment lovin' afterwards?"



"Definitely."



"Sounds like heaven to me."





TBC



Hope that holds you all over until the World Series has ended or at least until the next travel day...hope you enjoy and keep the feedback coming



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[WickedReds]

nice update... Faith and Tara fighting... i got a kick out of that... and now Tara is not the killer... for real.. thank the goddess for that... not that i could believe the tought of her killing... ummm yeah... by the way RED SOX RULE!!! hehe



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Mein Banane tanzen für Schmutz

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'e the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies