“Why are you intent on trying to make a case out of thin air, oh I forgot, you used to making things happen, aren’t you?” ruefulness in her voice, and Christina gasped softly.  “Let us work this angle, I’m pulling up deeds…,”

            “We don’t have time, the trial starts on Monday, I need something solid by then,” stated Alex.

            “Fine, we’ll get you what we have.  How about we grill, Clark?” asked Bree, but Alex shook her head. 

            “No, that won’t work, his lawyer won’t let us near him,” claimed the Bureau Chief.

            “Who says the lawyer has to know?” asked Bree, turning and smiling sweetly at Brian, “I think I know the man for the job,” stated Bree.  Brian looked at Jessica, who had a stunned look on her face, and Christina had one of amusement. 

            “No, no way are you making me go to jail…” 

            Alex’s eyes lit up, a mischievous smile spread over her face, “Oh it will only be for a while, Brian.  We promise, it won’t hurt.”

            “Much,” added Bree.

~C: DoFP~

            “They are doing what?” asked Steele, Desmond was laughing.

            “They are sending Brian in, undercover.  They are going to have Clark in a holding cell, and they are going to throw Brian in there with him.  Brian is going to, I don’t know, be Brian?”

            “That’s a little dangerous, isn’t it?” asked Steele, taking the beer from the bartender and sipping it.  Seeing Jessica from the corner of his eye, sighing at the sight of her.  He’d messed things up, but it was to late to do anything about it now. 

            “Naw, I’m sure it isn’t all that dangerous, is it?”

            “You want to go sit in a cell with the guy who shot Mike?” inquired Steele.

            “Got a better idea?” asked Bree Storm from his elbow, Desmond smiled, not having met her yet. 

            “Billy Desmond, how are you?” asked Billy.

            “Not charmed, but simply Bree Storm.  So, Mr. Steele, do you live up to your name?” smiled Sabrina, sliding up onto the stool next to Jim.  He blinked, taken back by the easy banter. 

            “That depends?”

            “On what, a certain blue little pill?  If you’ll excuse us, Mr. Desmond…,” said Bree, taking Steele’s hand and leading him to a more secluded spot in the bar.  Jim was well aware that everyone was watching them, but he wasn’t sure he cared.  Jessica was shooting him knifes for looks.  Brian was sipping on his beer in a rueful manner, and he was sure that there was a new buzz in the room.

            “You sure do know how to make people look at you,” stated Steele.

            “Naw, they are looking at you,” claimed Bree.

            “Sure, drop dead gorgeous woman pulls me across the room, limping, with a cane, and they are looking at me?  Hardly,”

            “Would you rather we be somewhere else?” inquired Bree, sipping on her beer.  “You see, I’ve always wanted to, I don’t know, pick up a guy at a bar, take him home, fuck him until he couldn’t think straight, and not have to worry about what he thought about me in the morning.  Are you up for that, Steele?” 

            Jim Steele’s eye went wide, then a smile began to spread over his lips, “You’re serious?”

            “If you want, I’ll even sign a paper stating I won’t sue you for harassment, if anything, I’m harassing you,” stated Bree. 

            “My place or yours?” asked Jim.

            “Mine,” with that said, Bree stood, slipping Jim a card, and adding, “meet me there in half an hour.”