A/N: Annnnd I'm back! Miss me? Here is my all new Human AU. Been working on it for a while, only a ten chapter fic though. Can't find the time to extend it, wish I could. But I'm hoping I've had enough time with this, that it's ended right and doesn't read rushed. Anyway, please give it a gander and see what you think.

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Chapter 1: Maybe It Could Happen

FBI Field Office – New York

Some would think that being a Senior Special Agent working for the FBI, would be an exciting adventure. But for Lauren, it was so much more than that. She lived and breathed to seek out justice. It was all she ever wanted to do when she was a little girl.

However, she didn't expect to be ridiculed for her gender. The other Agents of the Male variety never gave her a chance to prove herself. They thought a Woman was better off shopping for groceries and raising children. They were pigs.

But in saying that; they weren't all a bad bunch. She did have some really good friends; friends that would die for her, take a bullet for her, and were loyal to a fault. Those things kept her sane. In her line of work there wasn't much time for a social life.

She'd had relationships, sure. But none of them amounted to anything. Either she got bored with them, or they got bored with her. Mostly due to the fact that she could never make good on a promise to spend time with them. Her job was demanding; what could she say?

Although, she did have one romantic experience that was one for the history books. It hit her hard, and fast. But it ended it tears, like most things. She didn't like to think about it, because it brought up sad memories.

Lauren had been working her ass of particularly these last couple of months. She was up for a huge promotion to become Special Agent-in-Charge or SAC for short. But her Director was being hesitant when it came to crossing the t's and dotting the I's. He knew she could do the work, hers spoke for itself.

Her arrest record was impeccable; having brought to justice some terrible people. But he still wanted more from her. Which was what he was explaining to her right now; "Lauren, I would love nothing more; than to promote you to SAC. But even you have to admit; you haven't been yourself these past couple of years"

Director Walters couldn't explain it. Three years ago, Lauren was his most skilled Agent. She went after the most ruthless of criminals. She arrested over a dozen men in a week. That was what he needed of an SAC. But soon after that she became different in herself.

She didn't care to take cases, or go out into the field. It was like she was an empty shell of the Agent she once was.

"With all due respect, Sir…" Lauren cleared her throat. "… The only thing I need to be, to become a good SAC; is a good Leader. And I think I've more than proved myself in that department. I've been running my own unit for three years" it was getting hard not to take this personally.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, she just didn't understand. "Yes, precisely!" He stood from his chair abruptly. "And when you took up that task, you were on fire!" He smiled, remembering how proud he was of her. "But after the first year came and went; you changed. Your attitude, your passion for the job; it disappeared. Can you tell me I'm wrong?"

Lauren bowed her head, knowing what he meant. "I was going through something, personally; it may have altered my perspective of certain things. But the one thing I never lost, was my love for this bureau. Please Sir, give me one more chance to prove you wrong" she was begging him.

Director Walters took a breath, he wanted to give her the job. But the suits upstairs wanted to see more from her arrest record. So, he was going to help her out. Going to his desk, he picked up a case file. "These are a few names from our 'Most Wanted' list…" he handed it to her, "… We've received intel that these individuals are in town; and we want them caught"

She knew what he was asking of her, and she was up for it. "You have my word Sir, I'll capture every one of them. Even if I have to stay out all night. I won't fail you" she stood, extending her hand.

He shook it with his left, using his right to hold her hand gently, "I hope not…" he said. "… I promised your Father I'd look out for you Lauren. Don't make me break that. I know, you can do this. I have faith in you" he really did.

"Thank you, Sir" her Father was a sore subject for her. But Director Walters worked with him in the bureau when they were younger. He was like an Uncle. But she never asked for special treatment from him. It wasn't fair and she didn't want to move up that way.

Taking the file, Lauren walked back to her office. She read through the file, seeing the name at the top of the list. David Arnold. A small-time crook, but had evaded arrest for a number of months, he wasn't just wanted for fraud, but also for murder. He was her first target.

Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. It was her Partner, Tamsin. "Hey, everything go okay with the Director?" She didn't get a good look from her friend, so she side stepped the conversation. "That bad huh? Forget I asked. Is that a case?" She nodded to the file in her friend's hand.

"Yeah, he wants us to reel in the big fish…" Lauren got up, grabbing her gun and badge and then throwing her jacket on. "… Why don't we get started? I've got a lot to prove" she wanted to start this now rather than later.

Beijing

The sun was setting on another day here, in china. It had been a long and slow day. Honestly, Bo was happy for the early night. But, in order to clock off she first had to finish her job. So, when she reached her destination; she took the elevator straight to the roof of the Parking Structure.

Walking to the south side of the roof, she knew it would be the perfect place to set up shop. She opened up the bag she brought with her. Assembling her Barrett .50 Cal sniper rifle; this was her favourite weapon. She lined up her shot, seeing her target in the scope.

"And just like that…" she timed it just right, hovering her finger over the trigger and pressing lightly until she got the angle she wanted. Then, with a tiny bit of pressure; the trigger was pulled and the piercing round escaped the chamber. Gliding towards her target and finding a cushy home in his right temple. "… It's done" she pulled away from the scope, dissembling her rifle and placing it back in her bag.

Within seconds, sirens were heard approaching the building on the opposite side of the road. Bo acted fast. Grabbing her bag and running straight for her exit. They probably knew where the shot came from, so she couldn't use the elevator to leave. Luckily, she had a plan.

Running to the north end of the parking structure; she got out her climbing gear and secured a harness around her waist. And attached a clip to the bumper of a large truck, with it securely fastened she jumped over the wall and off the roof. Abseiling down to the ground gracefully. She always loved that part.

With her knife, she cut the rope and ran straight for her car. Once inside, she drove a few miles away; knowing she was in the clear. That part of the city was dead at this time. She brought her car to a stop at a clearing. Using her phone, she dialled number one on her speed dial. "It's done. He won't be a problem for the client anymore"

"You never cease to amaze me, Bo…" A man laughed on the other end. "… Why don't you come on home; I have another job for you. In fact, I have an entire list of them"

She loved to hear that. "Music to my ears; I'll be on the next flight out" she hung up the phone, throwing it in the passenger side and then started the car again. It was time for her to go home, and she was looking forward to her next target.

Next stop; the air field.

Gun Range – New York

After three hours of coming up empty on their search; Lauren needed to blow off some steam. So, Tamsin suggested they go to their local gun range. "I know we hit a dead end today; but don't give up hope Lo" she shot at the target a few times.

"I'm not giving up!" Lauren reloaded her clip, aiming at her target. "I'm just, pissed!" She shot out an entire clip. All of the bullets ripped through the paper. Where the silhouette's head was.

Tamsin could see maybe this was a bad idea. There were only so many posters Lauren would destroy before they would run out. She placed her firearm on the small table in front of her, then pulled her safety glasses off. "Okay, how about we just go grab a beer? We can start fresh tomorrow"

Lauren sighed, putting her gun down and taking her gear off. "As much as I'd like to have a drink right now; I don't think it'd be a good idea. Thanks though…" she smiled at her Partner. "… I'm just gonna head home; look over the wanted list again and the intel. Maybe I'll see something new" she tapped her Partner's arm, then left the range.

Cigar Club – Later

By the time Bo's flight got in; it was almost morning. So, she went straight for her employer's place of business. It didn't matter what time of the day it was; he was always working. She entered the Club, smelling then aroma of aged whiskey and cigars. As she went straight for his office, she noticed the place was empty.

She knocked on his door, then let herself in. There, she saw her so called Boss; asleep at his desk. His head resting on the table. Approaching quietly, she dropped her bag down on the table with a thud. Startling him. "Oh, I'm sorry! Did I wake you?" She chuckled.

"No, I was just resting my eyes" He recovered, sitting up.

Yeah right.

"Sure you were…" Bo reached into her pocket, handing him a picture with a red mark over the man's face. "… One, Franklin Myers. Dead. As requested" she backed up, going for his little mini bar and helping herself to a glass of Irish whisky and a lovely Cuban cigar.

"Wonderful!" He loved Bo. She always got the job done. "Our Client is most pleased. In fact, he sent us much of his gratitude earlier today" he smiled wickedly at her.

Bo came back to the desk, taking a seat before lighting her cigar. "How much Gratitude are we talking here?" He replied by saying a million dollars worth. She wasn't impressed. "Seems a little cheap. I mean; I did go all the way to China for this guy. You know I don't like going back there"

He held up a hand with a sigh. "I know, but—"

"No buts! I sat on a crowded bus to avoid suspicion! With a chicken in the seat next to me! A chicken, Trick!" She exclaimed.

Trick could only laugh, "Bo, calm down. Besides, a million is only the start. It seems this particular Client is in need of repeat business from us. Or rather, from you. So what'd you say? Ready for your next job?" He knew she wouldn't pass it up.

Taking a puff of her cigar, Bo exhaled it. "Who's the mark?" Like she'd ever pass up a hit. She wasn't wired that way.

And just like that, she was in. Trick reached for his top desk drawer. Finding the file he was given earlier. He passed it to her, gesturing to the list of names on the first page. He saw her confusion when she looked at it. "I know, it's an FBI document"

"Yeah, how'd you get this?" Bo didn't like dealing with the Government. She had a bad history with one of them. "This's a most wanted list; why am I even wasting my bullets on these guys? Just let the Feds handle it" she didn't get it.

Trick shook his head, ready to explain it. "These men aren't wanted…" he said. "… It's a rouse. These five individuals are in possession of some very valuable information. Information, that can expose our Client and their dealings. They're on the run, and the Feds want them badly. So, they orchestrated this list as a means to hunt them down"

"And our Client wants me to deal with them first, before they can spill their guts to the Feds?" Bo got a nod from him. "I dunno Trick…" she sighed. "… This seems a little messy for my liking" she didn't feel comfortable with this.

"I understand your hesitation Bo; this's something you've never done before. But just think; at the end of it, you'll come out twenty million dollars richer. Minus my thirty percent, of course" he always had that much, he didn't need much to get by. But they'd shaken on it.

With his cut taken out, that'd leave Bo with fourteen million dollars all for herself. The thought of that much money; did sound very appealing to Bo. She liked her job; love was a stretch. But she liked the money, and the other benefits. Although, she didn't want to do it for the rest of her life. She figured if she made enough money on one job then she'd be set for life.

This sounded like that kind of job. So, her choice was clear.

"Alright…" she nodded, then knocked back her whiskey. "… I'll get started on this after I've caught up on some sleep. I'm not worried about the Feds finding them. They're not a smart bunch" she grabbed her cigar and her bag, then left.

If she was going to focus on this then she was going to do it right. Which meant she needed to be clear headed. After hours of jet lag, she needed some shut eye.

Arnold Residence - Next Day

As soon as she woke up; Lauren was ready for a fresh start. So, she and Tamsin got started on finding David Arnold again. And the first place they started, was at his former home. They knocked on the door; waiting for the door to answer. "Hi, I'm Agent Lewis; this is my Partner Agent Volk. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your Husband, David. Do you have a minute?" She asked the woman.

"Of course, come in" she let them both inside.

When Lauren and Tamsin looked around; they were a little confused. David Arnold was meant to be a low life and murderer. But this house looked so normal. Like he could've been a normal guy in his former life. What would make change so much? "As you're aware; your Husband's got a warrant out for arrest. Now, we'd really like to bring him in peacefully. Are you willing to help us achieve that?"

"I'm sorry, I'm still trying to rap my head around all this…" Mrs. Arnold let out a tired breath. "… This all happened so unexpectedly. No matter what you think my Husband's done; he is a good man. I still have trouble believing some of the accusations" she didn't know what to think.

Tamsin saw this all the time with the spouses of criminals. They were always in denial about their crimes. "We understand that Ma'am. But the fact of the matter is, evidence doesn't lie. Your Husband is guilty of these crimes. But as my Partner said; we don't want this to turn bad. We just want to bring him in. So, can you help us?"

"With what?" Mrs. Arnold asked.

Lauren approached her. "Is there anywhere your Husband may've gone to lay low? A cabin, or a Holliday home you once used?" She could see Mrs. Arnold was hesitant to answer her question. "Look, I know you believe your Husband's innocent. And you know what? Maybe he is. So, help us find him; and I promise, I'll go through his file myself and make sure he's given a fair trial"

"Are you in a position to do that?" Was Mrs. Arnold's reply.

Nodding, Lauren shower her badge. "I'm a Senior Agent. I have full authority to review homicide cases. And I make a habit of keeping the promises I make. Please, help us find him"

Mrs. Arnold liked this woman; she seemed good hearted. "I just want him safe…" she said. "… We have a house down by the coast. It's in my Father's name so you probably wouldn't think to look there. If he's hiding anywhere; that's where he'd go" she walked away and wrote down the address, then gave it to them.

"Thank you" Lauren was happy for the nudge in the right direction, with a handshake; she and Tamsin left the house and got in their car. Their next stop was the beach.

After the Agents had left, Mrs. Arnold went for her emergency phone. She dialled the first number on the speed dial and waited for an answer, "It's me. I sent them to the beach house; you were right though. They have no clue where you are otherwise they wouldn't have come here"

"I'm sorry for involving you in this Maggie. But I promise, I just need some time to figure out my next move and when I do; I'll come back for you" David whispered.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "There's someone at the door; hang on, I'll get rid of them…" she placed her cell on the coffee table. Then went for the door, putting on a fake smile. "… Can I help you?" she asked as she saw her new visitor.

Bo removed her black shades with a smile. "I certainly hope so…" she chuckled. "… I was wondering if I might have a few minutes with you; I have a few questions regarding your Husband"

Maggie looked her up and down, she certainly wasn't dressed like a cop. "You mind telling me what branch of the Government you're with?" she wasn't born yesterday.

Bo just laughed, "I'm not with the Government, or any kind of Law Enforcement Agency for that matter…" she said, stepping closer to the door. "… I'm actually here on behalf of a Client of mine; they worked closely with your Husband before his departure. So, how about those questions?"

"I have nothing to say to you, goodbye" Maggie went to shut the door in her face, but her visitor just held her foot in the gap. When she looked up from the floor, she saw the woman was holding a gun.

"I really wish you'd have just let me in when I asked…" Bo pushed through the door, and when Maggie tried to scream for help; she grabbed her by the back of her head and threw up against the wall. With a hand over her mouth; Bo held her gun up. "… I didn't come here to hurt you; I just want David"

Maggie shook her head, "I don't know where he is"

Bo groaned, "You're lying to me Maggie…" she saw her frown. "… Oh yeah, I know your name. In fact, I know everything about you. Look, you're a smart girl, so I won't insult you. But, if you don't tell me where your hubby is; I will be forced to shoot you. Which, as I stated; isn't something I feel like doing. So, you wanna try this again?"

As she averted her eyes, she glanced to the cell phone on the coffee table a few feet away. She didn't want to rat out her Husband. But he was the one who got her into this mess; and she didn't fancy dying today. So, she nodded to it.

Turning around, Bo saw the phone on the table. "Good girl. Move and you're dead…" she let her go, walking to pick up the phone. "… David, how many people do I have to threaten before you face your problems?"

"Who are you?" he asked.

"That's not important right now…" Bo turned around, looking at a terrified Maggie who kept silent by the front door. "… What is important, is that I have your Wife. Don't worry, she's perfectly fine. But, how long she remains that way; depends on you"

He sighed on his end, "I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt her"

Bo smiled, "That's all I wanted to hear. Now, you'll meet me at Jerry's Fish Warehouse by the docks in an hour…" she checked the clock on the wall in front of her. "… Be there, on time and alone. If you're a second late; Maggie dies. Understood?"

"Yes, can I speak to her?" he asked.

"Nope…" Bo hung up the phone, and placed it in her pocket. It was hers now. All she had to deal with now, was Maggie. Luckily, her gun had a silencer attached so this wouldn't get complicated. She wanted to let Maggie live, but she wasn't one to leave witnesses. And she'd seen her face now. "… Was that so hard?" she smiled at her.

Maggie was petrified at what was going to happen. "What will you do when you have him?" she wanted to know. Hell, she had a right to know.

Looking at her, Bo smiled softly. "I think you already know the answer to that. Hey, it's not my fault your boy pissed off the wrong people"

"Who are you, really?" Maggie had to know.

"You know how they always say; don't shoot the messenger?" she watched her nod. "Well, I'm the messenger. Only, when someone shoots me…" she raised her gun, looking her dead in the eyes. "… I shoot back" she pulled the trigger, the bullet shot right through Maggie's heart.

With that out of the way, Bo left the house. She made sure no one saw her. And she never touched anything in the house. This wasn't her first time.

Now all she had to do, was find David and put him out of his misery. She'd probably finish that wanted list by the end of the week if all went well. She laughed to herself as she got in her car. The Feds were probably still running around like headless chickens.

The Arnold's Beach House – Later

It took them a good twenty minutes to get to the Bach house Maggie mentioned. But they finally made it in the end. And when they got there; they were confused by what they found. It wasn't a vacant property; it had people living inside. A family with kids.

No sign of David Arnold.

"Wait here; I'll check it out…" Lauren left her Partner in the car; then ran to the front door and knocked on it. Someone answered. "… Afternoon, I'm Special Agent Lewis with the FBI" she showed her badge.

The older man looked at it. "Federal Agents?" He frowned. "I know some other people in my field of work don't play by the rules, but I'm not one of them"

Lauren didn't understand what he meant. "Your field of work?" He told her he was a Wall Street worker. She got it now. "I apologise Sir; I'm sure you're a respectable businessman. I'm not here for that"

"Then why are you here?" He asked.

"I was given this address by Maggie Arnold; she told me she and her Husband use it on the holidays" she explained.

The man shook his head, "She's mistaken. I've been the sole owner of this place for four years now. I have never heard of a, Maggie Arnold" he had no idea what she was talking about.

Lauren wanted to hit something. Maggie had set them up. Most likely to aid her Husband in his escape while Lauren and Tamsin were busy chasing a dead end. "I see…" she apologised again. "… Thank you for clearing things up. Have a nice day" she walked back to the car.

"Let me guess?" Tamsin didn't need to be psychic to know her Partner's next sentence. "She gave us a fake address?"

"She's buying him time to flee…" Lauren sighed, she wasn't letting him get away. "… We need to get back to that house and hope she hasn't fled with him. Floor it!"

Tamsin started the engine and stomped her foot on the gas peddle while activating their siren. Hey weren't letting him run.

Arnold Residence - Later

Lauren and Tamsin were now on the clock; so they skipped the pleasantries and let themselves into the house. Not knowing what to expect, they had their firearms aimed ready. But when they crossed the threshold, they saw they were too late. "Shit!" Lauren bent down, checking Maggie's pulse but she was gone.

Tamsin was both confused and angry, because whoever did this must've shown up as soon as they left earlier. "I guess Arnold pissed off the wrong people…" she looked at where Maggie's wound was. "… Perfect shot to the heart. Whoever did this has skill. This just got complicated" she didn't feel like being assassinated.

That was the last thing Lauren was thinking about. "Yeah, but first we need to secure this place. If this assassin left any kind of foot or finger print, I wanna know" she got up and used her phone to call the murder in. They needed this place searched top to bottom. But as she was calling it in, she had a message from her tech team telling her that David's Face just turned up on a surveillance camera by the docks.

So, she and Tamsin let the house and went straight for the location. The forensic teams could let themselves in.

The Docks – Later

Bo checked the time on her phone, the hour she gave David was just coming to and end. And right on cue, she heard the engine of a car start to approach her. It was a beat up old piece of junk, how he intended to flee in a rust bucket like that; she didn't know.

"David!" She clapped as he exited his car. "You know, a part of me thought you wouldn't show. But, one thing I've learned in my line of work; is that you can always rely on a person's punctuality when their loved ones are threatened. You made the right choice"

"You can do whatever you want to me; I won't fight you. I just don't want my Wife dragged into all this" David only cared about her, if he was meant to die, then so be it.

Bo tutted, "Sadly, Dave. You already dragged her into it, when you decided to run. So, I'm just gonna run it down for you about what's gonna happen here. My Client; your former Boss. Had some explicit instructions as to how I should deal with you. Wanna hear them?"

David braced himself for the worst.

"Good, you're listening!" She loved it when they cooperated. "There was a reason I told you to meet me here. In here, I have some special supplies…" she tapped the hood of her trunk, then popped it. "… Don't be shy, come on!" She waved him over.

He walked to the car, seeing the supplies. He was definitely going to die today. In the trunk, was a set of chains and two stone blocks. She told him to start chaining them to his feet. When he became hesitant, she pulled a gun on him. Expressing her desire of not using it. So, he did as she said.

Wrapping the chains around the stone blocks and then around the bottom half of his legs. He could barely walk with them. They were like a stone ball and chain. She made him walk to the edge of the dock, looking over to the water.

"So, I guess this's where we say our goodbyes…" Bo didn't like getting her hands dirty, so it was easier to just do it like this. Before she pushed him, he asked about his Wife. "… Oh, I killed her!" His face fell. "Did I forget to tell you that? I'm sorry!" She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Silver lining? You'll be seeing her real soon" with a bit of force, he fell off the dock and plunged into the water.

The chains and the stones weighed him down.

Bo made a quick call to Trick, and told him David Arnold wouldn't be a problem anymore. As she was walking back to her car, she heard sirens coming from not too far away. Damn it, she couldn't be seen driving out of here. They'd be right on her. Thankfully, this wasn't her first rodeo in ditching cops. She hustled, going to the back seat and grabbing a small block of C4.

It was a shame, this was a nice car. But, she had plenty others. After wiping the car of her prints, she set the timer for five minutes; just enough time for her to get clear of it. So, she started walking to the other end of the warehouse, and rounded the corner just as a car was pulling up.

Tamsin brought the car to a stop when she saw two others idly sitting there. She and Lauren got out, and inspected the one that didn't look so presentable. "What a piece of crap!" she kicked the tire, hearing it creak. That wasn't good. She opened the door, and checked the glove compartment. "This's Arnold's car alright…" she revealed what she'd found. "… Passports and money"

"So, if this's Arnold's car…" Lauren looked at the Ford a few meters away. "… Then who's this one belong to?" she and Tamsin both started to approach it, when she heard something. "Wait!" she held her Partner back. "I hear beeping…" she told Tamsin to stay put while she investigated.

And there it was, clear as day. A bomb was left on the back seat of the car; and it had ten seconds left on the timer. "… BOMB!" she grabbed Tamsin's hand and ran behind the other car for cover. The Ford blew to pieces, all that was left was a fiery wreck. She and Tamsin huddled together, shielding each other.

When Lauren looked up, she saw a figure on the other side of the Warehouse. The smoke was making it hard for her to see their face. "Stay here, call it in! I'll be back!" she got up, and ran after the suspect.

Bo didn't mean to be seen, but she had to see what kind of cops had arrived. She couldn't see much due to the smoke pouring from her dead car. But they were in their own clothes, so they were either Detectives or FBI. She made a break for it around the left side of the Warehouse. But she came to a dead end when she saw a high fence with barbed wire over the top.

She couldn't climb that without hurting herself. So, she tried the door on her left; it was locked. She crossed the path, going to another; which was open. She walked in, and found herself in a maze of crates. All of them, filled with fresh fish on ice. The smell was overwhelming.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from outside the door she just used. She had two options for the maze. Left or right. She made a snap judgement and went left. And pulled her gun out just in case of trouble.

Lauren entered the warehouse, the smell of raw fish was enough to make her sick. But, she knew her perp was in here. So, she listened. And all she could hear was dripping water, and the sound of ships sounding their horns from the harbour. She lifted her gun from its holster, not taking any chances.

This place was a maze though; there were two ways she could go. So, she chose right. Walking, she heard the faint sound of someone's heels. Was this a woman, she was chasing? She rounded every corner of the maze, until finally; she came face to face with her suspect. "Bo?" she held her gun up.

Bo couldn't believe it. "Lauren…" she let out a laugh, "… Well, I guess this day was bound to come sooner or later, right?" she went to walk forward, which made Lauren become extra guarded. But Bo just tucked her gun away. "Don't worry; you know I'd never hurt you" she could never do that.

"Funny; isn't that exactly what you did the last time I saw you?" Lauren wasn't putting her gun away, she knew better.

And there it was; the blame. Bo hadn't heard this song in over three years. "If that's what you wanna keep telling yourself, then sure; I hurt you…" she admitted it. "… Look, we both know how this's gonna go. You're gonna try to arrest me; but won't go through with it. So, how about I just save you the trouble, and leave?" she went to pass her, but Lauren aimed the gun squarely at her.

Lauren shook her head, "You don't wanna see what happens, Bo…" she warned her. "… I'm not the same Lauren you remember"

Bo chuckled, "You sure look like her…" she stepped closer to her, reaching for her hands as they held the gun. "… No matter what's happened, there will always be something between us. You know it, and I know it" She pushed her hands down, and kissed her unexpectedly.

And it felt like the first time. Lauren lost herself in it.

Even though this was a special moment; Bo had to run while she could. So, she used a technique she'd learned from her Father. And with enough pressure at the base of Lauren's neck; Bo rendered her unconscious. She held her close, kneeling down. "Maybe next time babe" she kissed her head, then laid her on the floor.

Looking back at her one last time; Bo regretted how things ended between them. But right now, she didn't have time to think about it. Because someone was calling Lauren's name, and they were getting closer.

So, she ran.

And didn't look back.

A/N: So, there it is. Like it? Tell me how much. Until next time!