By Wendy Shywalker

As Peter walked up the steps to the office, he couldn't help smiling, the sun was shining and he just had some wonderful news. He had just come back from seeing his father, Caine had just given him the good news; he was never leaving again. Peter didn't remember much of the conversation, he had been stunned, but he did remember the best part. Never again would his heart break and shatter; Life was good. Caine had then told him more good news, he was off to a wedding, Rykker, his dragon wing compatriot, was marrying his childhood sweetheart Tas. Peter told his father to give Rykker and his new bride all his best; Yes life is very good.

As he pushed open the doors, the front office was in chaos. Rows of women were, either being booked or having their statements taken down. Peter's curiosity was peaked, walking over to Sgt Brodrick, he nodded towards the women," What's all this about?"

The Sgt shook his head in disbelief, " You would not believe this Pete. Look at these lovely ladies, butter wouldn't melt in the mouths right? "

Peter shrugged," Well, yeah, they look like a fine lot of ladies, so what's the problem?"

"This fine lot of Ladies, have stalked and threatened and yes even imprisoned, for the sake of their own pleasure. Oh it was terrible Pete, its the worst sight I have ever seen. This one woman, Wendy was lured over here from Australia, these women promised her the world. They told her they loved her and that they would look after her, but do you know how we found her?.... I have seen a lot of things in my life but this! They had her chained to a chair, can you believe it...chained! They had a machine, that fed her water and food, at certain times of the day but it went haywire, feed her too much; not a pretty sight Pete. Her fingers, they were worn to the bone and bleeding, she had been forced to sit twenty four hours a day, typing stories for their amusement. I am just devastated at how low a human being can go. "

Peter looked over to innocent looking mothers, sisters and daughters, the Sgt must have it wrong, these women look harmless. "Sarge! You have to be kidding?" Peter said unbelieving of the story that he had just been told.

"Okay Pete see that one there," the Sgt said, pointing one of the women, Peter nodded, " her names Maria, this Woman! Put all this poor woman's private thoughts on the Internet for everyone to read, and being the shy type, she is now absolutely bereft of any human dignity."

Peter could couldn't believe it," That is so cruel, the Rat!" he spat.

The Sgt pointed to another," And see that one there, her names Bertie, she handled the torture. She tortured and nearly killed Wendy's boyfriend, coincidently also named Peter, so many times its a wonder the man's still breathing. That one, Kara sent a rat to Wendy through the mail. That one over there, Michele, she made fun of the poor girls accent. Lets not forget those two, Denise and Alicia, they were the slave drivers of the pack. They kept on that poor woman's back all the time, even cracking a whip over her head, to keep her going."

Peter was dumbfounded, "This is the worse case of cruelty I have ever seen." He said shocked.

"I know Pete, but it gets worse there is even a french connection, See those two over there, Nathalie and Anne, better known as the famous Frenchie and Little Stinker. They were and I still can't believe this, forcing this poor woman to take french, so that they can force her to write stories in french." The Sgt was getting ill and elaborating on these heinous crimes.

"Those fiends!" Peter exclaimed.

The Sgt couldn't have agreed more, "Excuse me Pete, I will have to do a roll call, make sure we have them all. I want to make sure we lock all these women away for a long, long time. Okay ladies, for want of a 'beta' word. When I call your name head through to the cells-Denise, Terri T, Genie, Maryann, Mimi, Alicia, Alisa, Linda, Laura, Annette, Kara, Bertie, Mari, Sama, Brook, Tammy, Janet, Suz, Trena, Gini, Maria, Shylo, Patricia, Gwen, Nicole, Little Stinker and Nathalie, alias Nat, alias Frenchie, alias Theo."

Peter watched as the women filed through to the cells, all looking no sorrier for the pain and suffering they had caused.

"Hey Sarge, we just found the one that started this crappy story," Mary Margaret, said with a look of distain as she pushed the woman forward.

The Sgt looked at the woman, she looked like a school teacher, " Why? Why did you make that poor woman suffer, why did you make all the readers suffer? Why the hell did you have to double dog dare the woman? You knew she was an Aussie, and she would have to take you up on it. You are going to get life for this, you know."

As the Sgt booked Suez M, Mary Margaret turned to Pete, asshe asked, "What are you up to tonight?

"Well, if I can get over this shocking story, I may go on a double date with Kermit and Savannah, as long as they can find a baby sitter for Kat and Kacie hasn't got rounds. Hey mom, why don't you grab Pop, he should be back from the wedding by then, just because you two are married now doesn't mean you can't join your son for dinner."

Wendy jumped from the bed, as Trevor rolled over, sleepily asking, " Are you all right?" She wiped the sweat from her forehead as she, smiled, " Its okay, Darcy, go back to sleep, its just a nightmare." Opening the curtain she looked into the night sky, "..just a nightmare."

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DOUBLE DOG DARE DAY: Triple Dare

The captain was livid," What the hell is all that noise about?" she yelled as she flew from her office.

Sergeant Brodrick, was mortified, "Captain, I am sorry its those women in the lock up. They are threatening legal action unless they are stripped searched."

The captain’s hand went to hips as she glared," They’re what?Who the hell do these women think they are, that they can dictate terms to me. Damn! I will give them strip search all right, Mary Margaret, Jody, come with me, and bring your damn guns."

Peter watched as the trio of women headed down stairs to the cells, checking his guns as they went. He was about to go back to his work when he saw Rykker, at the front desk.

"Rykker!" Peter called, " I thought you supposed to be on your honeymoon by now," Peter said as he stepped up, to congratulate him.

Rykker took his hand as he gestured to woman standing next to him, "Peter! I would like to introduce you my wife and now main suspect behind some sort of smut ring, Tas this Kwai Chang Caine’s son detective Peter Caine, Peter my wife Tas."

Peter reached forward taking Tas’ hand in his and lightly kissing it, "It is an honour to meet you, Mrs Rykker," and looking back and Rykker he winked, " nice choice here, Rykker."

Rykker put his arm protectively around the waist of his new wife, " You don’t know the half it, Peter the woman’s an animal. It takes all my energy to control her."

"What were saying about a suspect?" Peter’s curiosity was again awakened, it was going to be another strange day.

Sergeant Brodrick stepped up, to answer thisone, " Its seems you friend here, is the one that helps circulate this smut around," showing Peter the stories that people had been forced to read.

As Peter flicked through the pages, his stomach began to roll, and he thought he was going to loose his lunch right there and then," My God! Tas you don’t have anything to so with this do you?" Peter asked.

Tas smiled innocently at Peter, as she gazed lovingly up at her husband

"Of course Peter, it is harmless, and people get a lot of enjoyment outof it."

"Where do you think she gets most her ideas for the torture and sex scenes," Rykker winked at Peter.

The Sergeant interrupted," I’m sorry Peter we have to book her, "

Peter nodded, "I’m sorry Tas, Rykker, but I don’t blame him. It says here that you actually devised some of the tortures that, that Poor Aussie girl’s boyfriend was put through. An animal wouldn’t be treated this bad." Peter said shaking his head.

Rykker smile hugging his wife closer," I don’t know Peter, some of it is quite fun, I suppose its depends on who’s carrying the handcuffs."

Peter was dumb-struck he had to talk to someone; Kermit! of course, heading to Kermit’s office he was about to open the door, when he heard noises coming from inside. It was like listening to the tortures of the damned.

Pulling out his weapon, his gun; he took hold of the door and swung it open. four women were bent over Kermit’s desk, legs spread, as Kermit ran his hands up and own their bodies.

Peter reholstered his weapon as he recognised the women from the day before," Haven’t Suz,Bertie,Alicia and Mimi already been frisked Kermit?" Peter asked.

Kermit was just as puzzled," Hey, youtold me you hadn’t been checked for weapons?"

The girls all smiled sweetly," Aaah, we forgot, " they said in unison.

Blake passed by and heard the last exchange, "Kermit, Pete. Thesehave forgotten so far at leastfifteen times this morning alone. I think every officer in the precinct has searched them, including me."

The two women smiled, as the fluttered their eyelashes, " Not every one," they said as they looked at Peter.

Peter turned shaking his head as, the women all screamed," Please detective search us, search us." As he made his get away he ran into Karen, Mary Margaret and Jody, all wiping blood from their hands, "Well, we won’t be hearing from that lot again. Anyway they all got what they deserved."

Mary Margaret smiled, "Well it saves on paper work," she laughedthey all joined in, till the whole precinct was enjoying the joke. And a fun day was had by all.

DOUBLE DOG DARE DAY: The liberation

Peter wasn’t quick enough, as he tried to make his escape from the marauding women, " Charge!!" They screamed, as ran after the fleeing detective. Peter tried to out run them, but four women on heat were no match for his stumbling legs.

Peter felt arms wrapping around his left leg and looked down to see Bertie’s grip of steel. As his leg began to buckle, he felt a pain to his right, and found Suz, her teeth embedded in his calf.The pressure on his legs was too much and he fell like falling timber, crashing to floor.

Mimi and Alicia grabbed an arm each as they continued to scream, " Search us detective, search us." as they pulled at Peter’s extremities.

Peter struggled as Kermit tried pull to Bertie off Peter, only to have her turn on him, licking her lips as she advanced. "You’ll do, Kermiester." She drooled.

The office was in chaos as, Mary Margaret pulled at Alicia, Karen yanked at Mimi, trying to get them off, the distresses police officer.Jody had a grabbed the spare jaws of life and was trying to lever Suz teeth off Peter’s leg, " Let go, you..you cop biter. Damn it! He’s mine." she snapped, at the clenched teeth.

" Mmmmmmmmmmm" Suz mumbled, through her locked jawed.

Jody stopped levering, " Pardon?" she asked.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm" Suz repeated.

Again Jody hadn’t understood, "What?" She said putting her hand to her ear.

"She said, she don’t see no label, with you name on him." Everyone in the precinct yelled at Jody.

"Bullshit!" Jody said, as pulled open Peter’s shirt, "See!"

Everyone stopped at peered at Peter’s bare chest, a rubber stamp had been used to ink the words ‘Jody’s Property- hands off! ’ on his chest.

"Tough!" The women yelled, " he’s not stamped ‘Not Negotiable’, he’s anybody’s." and the began to pull at Peter all over again.

Suddenly there was a ripping noise and Peter’s shirt and and pants started come away.

Peter was turning red; all over, as his trousers and shirt gave to the flesh feeding frenzy, "Ladies, please." Peter begged, as he tried to cover his modesty.

Suddenly there was gunfire from the front desk. A well armed woman, belts of ammo hanging on her shoulders, stood, an automatic weapon held in each hand. " My name is Tracy L and this precinct is now under the control of F.O.S.A.T." She yelled, firing into the air to make her point.

The prisoners all smiled as the cheers from down stairs in the cells could be heard,through the silenced office.

Karen stepped forward her hands on her hips, " And what the hell is Fosat?" She demanded.

Tracey smiled in triumph, " We are the Liberators of the Freedom of smut and torture, and you my friends are in a great deal of trouble," looking at the near naked detective, " you on the other hand, are going to be the subject of my next story." Her evil laugh echoed through the stunned rooms

Tracy L, the leader of ‘Fosat’ walked over to her girls, who still had no let go of the near naked detective. "You can play later," Tracy ordered Mimi and Alicia, as she passed them some guns. When they still hadn’t let go, Tracy turned and demanded," Alicia move your arse, now! Get the keys and let the girls out of the cells."

Alicia pouted as she started to let Peter’s arm go, " Can’t Mimi do it?" She begged, as she licked at Peter’s hand.

"No, Mimi is going to keep an eye on the...Bertie! Will you leave that cop alone, we will have time for that later. Mimi, go and help Vicky and keep on eye the front door." Tracy hadn’t realised, this was going to be harder than she thought.

As Mimi dropped Peter’s arm, Alicia leaned over the detective, breathing heavy into his face, " Now, don’t you go any where Petey, I have some wonderful plans for you, lovey." She smiled lustfully, flicking her tongue at him.

Peter tried to crawl away but he still had Suz attached to his leg and she was slowly biting her way up, to his nether regions.

Tracy shook her head, " Suz, damn it girl, let go of the man. We have more things to worry about than lunch." she said as she threw a gun at her.

Suz let go, catching the gun with one hand as she wiped her drooling mouth with her other. Suz stood up winking at Peter, " Later Babe." she drooled as she pointed the gun around the room.

Peter looked at the teeth marks that left a trail up his leg, "Why me?" he said shaking his head, as he tried to pull on, what was left of his clothes.

Kermit too, was having his problems. Bertie had him up against the wall of his office, pressing herself against him, as she tried to remove his...glasses. "Ma’m, please." Kermit begged, "Not, the glasses, anything but the glasses."

Bertie licked her lips, "Anything?" she purred, as started to pull at his tie.

Kermit tried to keep his tie on, having seen Peter stripped near to his birthday suit, he didn’t want to be the next to be showing the family jewels to the world, " Lady! please, cease and desist this action, or I am going to have to get nasty."

Bertie smiled even broader, "Oh please do, oh yes please do the nasty." She begged.

Alicia had releasedthe other girls from the cells, some still bruised and bleeding from the altercations with, the women police officers, some time earlier.

"Where’s that blonde bitch. Let me at her," Linda screamed, as she held on to bruised face.

"The bitch is over here, if you want a piece of me." Karen challenged.

"I am going to Bitch-slap you into next week," Linda spat as she flew at the captain.

"Not if I get you first...hag." Karen snarled as she charged, at the on coming prisoner.

As the Linda and Karen rolled around on the floor, Tracy noticed that suz was no longer standing, where she had last seen her. Hearing a scream she looked over to see, Suz pulling Bertie by the hair.

"Get off my, Kermie." Suz screamed, as she kept pulling.

Bertie started to fall backward, pulling Kermit with her, as she held on tightly to his tie.

Kermit was starting go red,the tie was starting to cut of his breathing, " Ladi..." his voice choked, as his colour started to change to blue hue.

Bertie suddenly let go of Kermit, the abrupt release sending him sprawling to the ground, where he lay breathless.

" You Bitch!" Bertie screamed, as she got Suz to release her grip, "What about him?" she said, pointing to Peter.

Suz smiled at the shivering detective, as she licked her lips, " Oh him, he was just a appetiser. My Kermie is the main course."

There was a sudden sound of gunfire as Tracy fired into the air, " Claws in ladies, now!" she ordered, the two scowling women.Turning her attention to the two women, who continued to roll across the floor, Tracy was becoming damn pissed off, she had better things to do.<I could be home writing my new story, instead of this shit> Stamping her feet she cried " Damn it!" as she fired, hitting Linda in the little toe.

"Ow!" Linda cried as she grabbed at her little toe," I’ll never walk again. Why did you shoot me, she’s the enemy," she said pointing at the captain, who now sat quietly smiling.

"Er, sorry Linda, never did say I was good shot."Tracy shrugged.

DOUBLE DOG DARE DAY:  The Siege begins

Linda still lay moaning on the floor, as Deb came running to aid. Ripping part of her skirt she bandaged Linda’s bleeding toe.

As Deb worked on Linda, she couldn’t help look over at the half naked detective. He looked so helpless, as he shivered, in the corner. After making sure that wouldn’t bleed death from her little toe wound, she walked over to Kermit, "May I have your coat, please, Mr Griffin," she asked sweetly.

Kermit who’s breathing had just returned to normal, shrugged off his jacket and passed her," Thank you." He nodded toward Peter.

Deb smiled and walked over to the embarrassed Police officer, kneeling down beside him, she passed the jacket to him, "This might help."

Peter took the coat, smiling at the kind act, "Thank you...Deb isn’t it?" he asked as he pulled on Kermit’s jacket, " you don’t seem like these others. How did they corrupt you?"

A tear began to fall as Deb went on to explain her addiction, to fan fiction, and how these people had at first given it to her free, to get her hooked. Once they had her, the made her pay, until she was too far gone; she could never become the person she was before.

Peter touched her cheek, as their eyes locked, "Your not likethese others, I can see your not, cruel and heartless."

Their moment was broken, when Jody’s foot connected with Deb’s back sending her sprawling.

"Jody!" Peter snapped as he reached over to help Deb up.

Jody shrugged, "Oops," putting on a innocent look, "did I hit something? Sorry ‘dear’ didn’t see you...‘Bitch’. " She whispered as she went passed to sit over near Mary Margaret.

"Are you all right?" Peter asked.

Deb smiled, "Yes I’m fine, I think your friend is jealous."

Peter looked up and down, " She has every right to be, your gorgeous." Peter whispered as he lightly touched her hand, making Deb blush.

There was a commotion at the front desk and Vicky called out " Tracy, there’s two feds here at the door, thet wants to discuss our demands to release our hostages."

Tracy looked toward Vicky and called, "Frisk them and let them in." she ordered.

"Me,me,me,me," Suz said eargerly as she held her hand in the air. "please, if one’s a man, can I frisk him?" She pleaded.

Tracy shook her, in exasperation, " Damn it Suz, you can’t have them all."

Bertie smiled as she moved closer to the shirking Kemit,"Oh, let her do it," she said, as whisperedto Kermit, " leaves more of you for me."

But she was too late, everyone’s eyes turned toward the front door as a two well dressed FBI agents walked in, showing thier badge, "I’m FBI agent Daryl E, andthis is my partner Jeanne M we would like to talk to whoever’s in charge."

DOUBLE DOG DARE DAY: Demands are stated.

The two well dressed FBI agents walked in, showing their badges, "I’m FBI Agent Darrell E, andthis is my partner Jeanne M we would like to talk to whoever’s in charge."

"Your looking at her," Tracy said, as she stepped forward, eyeing the handsome Agent.

Jeanne leaned into her partner, whispering," Watch yourself, I don't trust this one."

Darrell eyed off the guns, that Tracy carried, "What was your first clue?" He wise cracked.

"Smart arse." Jeanne responded under her breath.

"I heard that." Darrell grumbled.

Tracy waved her hands in the air, " Yoohoo, hellooo, Bad person here. Focus people, sheesh."

Refocusing his attention, Agent E, checked out the room. Police officers, were scattered around, as armed women paced, keeping guard.

"Is anybody hurt?" Jeanne called, " I'm a doctor."

"Your a dead body doctor," Darrell sniped.

"At least I don't believe in little white monks that live in the clouds, Damn it Darrell, when are you going to get over it. She wasn't taken by monks, face it, your dog ran away." Jeanne sniped back.

" Children, please remember hostage rule number one, no flame throwing or its off the list you go" Tracy said as she waved her gun.

"Okay, if Jeanne can check out the injured, I would like to discussyour demands for the release of the hostages?" Darrell inquired.

"Okay, if Jeanne can check out the injured, I would like to discuss your demands for the release of the hostages?" Darrell asked the Fosat leader.

Tracy nodded to Denise," Nina, take Ms FBI over to check the wounded, get her to check Linda's toe...I heard Gangrene mentioned." Turning her attention back to Agent E, she moved closer, looking him up and down as she did so.

The Agent cleared his throat," Ma'am..."

Running her pistol sensuously around his shoulders, as she circled him, tracy purred. "Pleeeeasssse, call me anything you like" she whispered in his ear," just make sure you...call me."

The agent shifted uncomfortably on his feet, as Tracy's tongue flicked into his ear, and he tried to move away as she bit on his earlobe. " Ma'am...I mean Tracy, please, I have a job to do here." he begged.

Jeanne was deep in blood and gore, well by Linda's definition she was. " Please, Ms, will you keep still." Jeanne ordered, as she inspected the toe. " Okay, I will just put a band aid on it, but if it keeps hurting...I just may have to amputate."

Linda let out a scream, as the bandaid was applied, then she noticed Karen smiling from where she was sitting , "This is all your fault, bitch!!" Linda screamed.

Jeanne had noticed the scratches, the covered Peter's exposed flesh, <And very nice flesh it was> "Can I see to this man?" she asked Denise.

Denise looked around the room, to see a universal female shaking of the head, it looked like a bad ad for sunsilk.

The nurse side of her kicked in and she ignored the protest as she let the Doctor see to their wounded police officer

"I need a room so that I can examine him in private." Jeanne said, as she tried to keep her lustful thoughts about the young cop's body on a more professional level.

The call went up in unison, with Karen and Jody joining in, "No!" They cried out, the roar shaking the over hanging lights.

Alicia who had been waiting her chance to get at the detective again, excitedly stepped forward bringing the gun she carried up to Jeanne's temple. " You heard the girls, examine him here, all of him. We have to make sure he is not hurt...anywhere," she said as she licked her salivating lips. Alicia was starting to breath heavy, she pointed to the lower part of Peter's body, " especially around the genital area, I think I felt a...lump. " She smiled lustfully.

"Look whatI found," Shylo said as she entered the room, with Tas, still in the process of buttoning her shirt and zipping her pants.

Annette laughed outloud, " ooh what have you been up to Tas?" as she watched Tas dressing and then was disappointed as Tas' husband followed her in. "Oh! Is that all! You can do better than that." Then watching as Brodrick walked in buttoning his uniform, a smile plastered on his face, everyone stood and applauded, " That's the girl we know and love." Annette called.

Rykker was standing to the side proudly watching, as Tas took her bows, when he felt some one step closer to him," Illiya?" Rykker asked. Rykker turned to see an attractive but sunburnt, woman standing behind him. " Has anyone ever told you , you look like the guy from..." clicking her fingers, trying to remember the name. "Oh, you know, its on the tip of my tongue..." Frenchie said, her French accent, coming out like Inspector Clouseau. Suddenly it came to her," I've got it, The Avengers, Steed! That's who you look like "

Rykker looked annoyed, "Right! Like I haven't heard that one before. Hey, didn't my wife tell me about a story you are supposed to be finishing?" He asked.

Frenchie blushed as she went meekly over to one of the computers and started to go work," Damn slave drivers," she mumbled under her breath.

A crowd had gathered around peter; all women, as Jeanne began to remove his clothes...

"I had enough of this, I am not a slab of meat...Ladies and I use that title loosely. Get ya paws of me, damn it" Peter swore as he grabbed what clothes he had left and tried to save what dignity he had remaining. As Peter at last, pulled some sense dignity together, he glared at the female agent, as he shook his head, "and you call yourself a doctor."

Kermit had enough of the torture his friend had endured, pushing his way through the crowd of women, he felt a few stray fingers, 'roaming in the gloaming', "Hey watch it, or ladies OR no ladies you loose a finger." Kermit stooped down to pull Peter to his feet, "Its okay Kid, I'm here. I'll protect you." He a said, as he slipped his arm around Peter in support.

"Aaaah! But oh glassed one, who will protect you?" Bertie smiled with a wink. Bertie vision was a whirl, with the many varied things, she could do to this man, <Kiss or kill? I choose who lives or dies> "lives or dies, lives or dies, lives or dies." She mumbled to herself, her plans of assassination," I choose who lives or dies." She chanted as rocked back and forward on her feet.

As Peter an Kermit tried to break through the wall of hormones on heat, Peter suddenly remembered Deb, sitting wide eyed and frightened. He started to reach down for her, when Bertie suddenly came alive," I CHOOSE WHO LIVES AND DIES! " She screamed and started to fire indiscriminately.

The first bullet hit Linda's other foot, "No no no, that's my driving foot, Damn it to hell. Doesn't anyone know how to shoot straight in this story. Where the HELL is a good writer when you need one. "She cried, as she clutched at both shot feet.

As Peter reached his hand down toward Deb, their eyes locked, and for the brief moment they were one. The spell was broken as the firing started, everyone fell to the floor, Peter falling protectively on Deb. A collective sigh rang out, for even in the confusion; as the girls fell out the line of fire, they had wished themselves laying under Peter protective shield.

"For godsake Bertie, you are not writing this shit, you don't get to kill anyone this time, so put that damn thing away. By the way everyone the last 3 chapters have been titled 'Demands are stated' and I haven't got to state shit, so if you all wouldn't......."Tracy speech was interrupted when a big girly screamed pierced the room, "Damn it, when am I going to get to make my speech...What the hell is it now?

It was Blake's voice that had silenced the room. He was in tears, as he watched Peter rocking the love of his life, a bullet having stopped her precious beating heart.

"Oops." Bertie said, as she embarrassingly tucked the gun behind her back. Looking around the ceiling, she began to whistle as then she shrugged at Tracy.

"Come here," Tracy called to Bertie.

Bertie kicked to the ground, walking like a petulant child over to her mother. " Give it here," Tracy ordered, holding her hand out.

Bertie begrudgingly handed her weapon over, as she whispered, "Sorry."

"Well, the person you should be saying sorry to, is Deb," looking past Bertie to their fallen comrade," But somehow I don't think she is in the mood to listen." Focusing back to Bertie Tracy said, " Now Bertie, you will get this back when you can behave. I want you go to one of the computers here and type out five thousand lines of ' I will not shoot my friends or kill Kermit again.' Okay...off you go."

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Well thenthere came a wailing and a gnashing of the teeth, from the other side of the room, and it was all coming from Linda. " My toes," she cried, " mytoes."

"Yeah yeah yeah, heard it before Linda, what's on the B-side," Michele said as she walked in drinking a cup of coffee.

" Where the hell have you been?" Alicia asked, having seen a few of the girls since their arrest.

"Where do the hell do you think we were, there was a whole lot of us that were lead to the ladies room and locked in so we didn't escape. Man, some of us didn't even get a mention at the start of this story. It was only when, Denise came to powder her nose, that we were let out." Looking around and seeing Deb laying dead and bloody in Peters arms she asked," Did we miss anything?"

Shylo walked passed Michele, shaking her, "Nah."

Michele shrugged her shoulders and went to sit on a chair near Frenchie who was still typing, "Watcha doin'?" Michele asked her French friend.

"Can't stop, must do part 6, promised to do part 6, must keep going." she said as her fingers typed away but nothing came up on the screen.

Michele rolled her eyes," Alrighty then...Ahh it might help Frenchie if you turn it on." She said as powered up the computer, and slipped away, as Frenchie continued her mantra.

Kermit tried to pull Peter away from the love of his life, "Come on Kid she's gone." He said quietly as he moved Peter gently away. As Deb's body was picked up and carried out of sight, by two the girls, Peter turned to Kermit, his eyes still wet with tears. "How do I do it Kermit? How do I live with out her?" He pleaded.

Kermit didn't know what to tell his grieving friend. As he lead Peter away Kermit didn't see the chair that was in their path and went flying, landing at feet of one of the girls.

Peter shook his head," Damn it Kermit,how many times do I have to tell you to take those damn glasses of, you never could see a wit with them on." He rebuked his friend.

As Peter went to go to Kermits aide, he looked at the face of the women who owned those pretty feet at which Kermit lay, and was lost in her eyes.

Kermit hadn't noticed the attraction, as he picked himself up, answering Peter's question, "They're cool, kid, they're..." He stopped as he saw the look in Peter's eyes. " Oh no, not again."

Peter took her hand gently sucking her fingers, "My...name is...Peter Caine...yours?" he asked between sucking

"Hey you! Vacuum mouth, get your ass over there with your friends, and leave ...," there was a sudden, crash from outside and the name was lost. "What the hell was that, Vicky! check what happened outthere." Tracy ordered.

Kermit grabbed Peter by the arm, trying to drag him away, from his knew found heart of hearts. "Christ Kid, you trying to get laid or shot? Come on."

Peter's mouth let go of the love of his life, with a Pop. "Please Kermit," Peter begged, "I don't even know her name."

"Name! The way you sucking on her fingers, you don't need her name, you have her damn DNA, come on." He said starting to get angry.

"Detective Caine, get you randy posterior over here, before I borrow a gun and shoot you myself." The captain ordered, though she herself, had been fantasising about sucking the fingers of a certain four eyed frog.

Peter suddenly came to his senses remembering, that most hostages ended up identifying with their captors<Damn that's all it is, and we all know that relationships based on life threatening situations never work out. Okay Pete, breath>He obediently sat down with the rest of the group, though, Jody turned her head away in disgust and jealousy.

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On the other side of the office Vicky came in from the front office, "Tracy! You wanted to know what that noise was," then calling to the front office," Mimi! Bring him in."

Tracy watched as Mimi brought a very strange looking man forward," That loud crash, was this guy, he was driving this real cool looking car...well it used to be cool, now its just a nice big paper weight."

Peter was stunned, and leapt up, there was a sudden mass clicking of guns being cocked, "Pop, tell me it wasn't the Stealth, please Pop, tell me its not the Stealth." Peter begged.

Pop shrugged, "I felt you were in danger, your pain struck at my very soul, my son. I had to get here very fast."

"But Pop!" Peter said as he ignored the guns pointed at him, " You don't know how to drive. What did I tell you after your last grand prix expedition, No More Driving!!! I said that. Didn't I say that? My car precious baby, Pop you killed my car!" He cried as he fell to his knees sobbing.

DOUBLE DOG DARE DAY: Demands will be stated eventually  

Peter was still on his knees as his father stooped down to pick him up from the floor. "Peter please, you must focus. Son, it was just a car."

Peter legs were shaking, as he stood beside his father," Just a car! Pop it was the Stealth," He moaned.

There was a sudden shot in air, "Hey precious, its gone. Move on," Tracy called to Peter, " Now if you and daddy dearest would like to join the others."

Peter started to move with his father, his anger at his loss coursing through his veins.

Caine could feel his son's rage building, as they walked," Damn it, Pop, this wouldn't have happened if hadn't been for these women. The Stealth...Deb, all gone." Peter whispered sadly.

"Only here," he said, as he spread his arms gesturing to the real world, "not in here." he continued as he pointed to Peter's heart. Peter kissed the top of Caine's head before he joined the others on the floor.

Caine wiped his wet forehead as he sat down beside Mary Margaret, who was busy cleaning her nails with a letter opener," You are well, Mary Margaret?" Caine asked his main squeeze.

Mary Margaret smiled as she kissed Caine on he cheek, "I am now that you are here." as she continued to clean and buff.

"What are doing?" he asked.

Holding out her hands she showed Caine the blood that still congealed under her nails from the altercation in the cell," Well there was a slight disagreement in the lock up, none were seriously hurt--worse luck."

"Mary Margaret!" Caine exclaimed.

"Well! " she said in her Bewitched type tone.

"Be quiet over there," a voice called from her computer," I still have four thousand nine hundred and ninety nine lines to go." Bertie snapped.

Mary Margaret had enough and making sure no one was looking threw the letter opener at Berties back.

Bertie made no sound as she fell forward slumping over the keyboard, the pressure from her body running a continual ZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZ across the screen.

Caine looked again disapprovingly at Mary Margaret who with the tip of her finger in her mouth, looked embarrassed," Oops."

"Oops?" Caine said stunned.

"Slipped" Mary Margaret shrugged

"Slipped!!" Caine was speechless for a moment, then smiling he leaned over, kissing Mary Margaret passionately on the lips. Their breathing became as one, as they were lost in ecstasy of craving.

As the broke off their heated smooch, Caine turned to the agape Peter. Putting his finger under his son's jaw, he fanned his face with the other hand. "When was the last time you gargled, my son?" He asked as he tapped Peter's mouth shut.

"Well there is not much chance for hygiene when you are being held hostage and nearly raped, Pop." Lowering his voice, he whispered, " These women are animals Pop, Animals!"

Winking at Peter, Caine whispered back," Mary Margaret, with a little training could be more, so. It will interesting to be her teacher."

Mary Margaret was sitting back breathless at the sudden encounter, " Caine if I had known this was how to get you react, I would have killed someone ages ago." She said, as her eyes began to dart around the room, " Give me some one else, please let me kill some one else." she begged.

Mary Margaret's eyes turned to her to her fellow hostages. Karen glared back at Mary Margaret," Don't even think about, Skalany."

Mary Margaret crossed her arms in front of her, "Party Pooper." She huffed.< Just wait Skalany, Patience girl>

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Agent E was starting to wear from all this very strange people, "Please can we get some order here. I have other things to work on you know, there is a particular parking meter conspiracy I am working on. My life is constantly in danger from the Jelly Bean man, I really don't need this shit!"

Jeanne M scowled at Darrell, "Get a grip E. Damn it!! I am sick of your damn conspiracies. you theories have cost me, my fish!! My fish E!! And I am sick of it. If you don't shape up, I am taking me standing box and leaving, right?"

"You go girl!" Tracy yelled.

"I'll go alright! Now lets get down to business. What the hell are your demands."

DOUBLE DOG DARE DAY: Demands are stated at last.

E and JeanneM, cleared a desk as they sat down and waited as Tracy and Denise came to joined them on the other side. " Okay," Jeanne said as she pulled out her notebook " What are your demands?" she asked as she readied her pen.

Tracy looked at the others around the room, a little uncertain, "Well... Okay, Number one, every writer is to have their works published in a zine. Their names, are to be blazed in gold letters..oh and of course make huge amounts of royalty money from those zines."

E shook his head, " Money! It always comes down to that and power. Power and money that's..."

Jeanne elbowed E in the ribs, stopping his speech from starting," Shut up, I've got a date and I would like to get out of here tonight thank you E." Turning her attention back to Tracy, stifling a yawn as she did, she asked," Is that all?"

Tracy started to get excited at the prospects," No way! There is more yet. Number two, we should be allowed to write any torture and sex scenes we deem fit, with much research involved," looking lustily around the room, " and of course post those stories, any where we damn well please."

There was a might roar of approval from the rest of the Fosat members.

Tracy lifted her gun, pointing it over her back and with out looking she shot toward, Judy H who was slowly crawling her way toward Peter. Who on seeing the advance had began to cower behind his father.

"Not yet Judy!" Tracy ordered.

Judy stood up kicking the floor, mumbling as went back to were she was. " Who does she think she is anyway."

Denise leant over to Tracy and sniggered in her ear," You should shoot that way more often, your aims much better when you don't look."

Tracy glared at Denise as she went back to her demands, " Number three Caine, Kermit, Peter Caine, TJ and maybe...Blake, must date any and all women that want them."

Mary Margaret and Karen and the rest of the female Police officer's ear pricked up at the last statement, and while the aforementioned men, grinned from ear to ear, the women had a lot more to say. There were howls of, "No way--Uhuh forget it--their ours--hands of our vegetables..." The last voice raised a few eyebrows, but anyhoo back to the voices of contention.

Denise shot into the air, grabbing everyone's concentration," Ladies! Finders keepers losers weepers," she smiled, "now shush." she said, putting her finger to her lips.

Tracy was still trying to work out the vegetable remark, and was lost in thoughts of carrots and cucumbers. Shaking her head she turned back to the awaiting agents, "Okay number four and most important one of all."

Tracy stood up climbing on to her chair and then on to the desk, she continued," We demand an annual FuFest guaranteed for the rest of our lives, with secured rights to all actors from the show. They will have no choice but to turn up every year forever." Tracy started a laugh an evil and-- really annoying laugh.

"Er...hello I am bleeding still, over here. Anyone. If anyone damn well cares. I'm bleeding from both feet and does any care, oh no, sex that's all they think of, sex and torture..." Linda realised no one and was listening and folding her arms in a huff, she continued to talk to herself." No cares if I bleed to death, no..."

Suz walked over to Denise watching Tracy as she laughed hysterically bursting into a riverdance on the table, " You know, we are going to have to do something about her."

DOUBLE DOG DARE DAY: Demands were stated,

Shylo looked up at the dancing fool on the table, and she then at Denise," Would you like to get Ginger Rogers down from there." Turning her attention back to the two Feds she took over the proceedings," Okay you have our demands, we will take nothing less. The sanity of all the police officers in this precinct rest on you."

As Jeanne turned to leave, she turned back to the new leader," You know you could show a gesture of faith and let some of the officers go?"

"You can take Deb and Bertie," Shylo remarked as she pointed to the bodies, " they are sorta stinking up the place."

"Well okay, but we were sort of thinking of the breathing variety, it shows a bit more faith, than throwing out the dead ones." Looking around the room, she saw that Tracy had resorted to a humming Achy Breaky Heart as she began to line dance, "Okay, Billy Ray over there, well...she's gotta go."

E mover closer to Jeanne," Well, you can't blame them, should we offer to shoot her?"

Jeanne took a moment to think on it, then shook her head, "Better not, it sort of goes against the rules to shoot the insane."

Tracy suddenly burst in to song as she started to line dance around the room.

Suz had enough," Jeez, hasn't anyone got any balls here." and shot Tracy dead. Smiling as she walked away she couldn't help but wink at Peter and Kermit, as she passed them.<More for me> Passing by Linda, she looked down at her bleeding feet," How ya feeling Linda?" She asked as she passed here gun from hand to hand," Not feelin' too poorly I hope, I mean we would hate to have anything else happen to you." She said sweetly.

Linda started to panic, "No fine, don't even notice. I am I bleeding? Oh look at that, just a drip. You know, I could run a marathon,Yepppa jussst peachy, wonderful, very happy!"

"Okay, glad to hear it, but as a friend I will be keeping an eye on you." Suz starting humming as she walked away.

DOUBLE DOG DARE DAY: The new chain of command

All the time that the siege had been going on, two woman had stood quiet and alert in the background. One of the women smiled slyly as she whispered to the other, " Soon, Erin soon we will fulfil our destiny. " Erin returned the smile as she looked over to the Caines' huddled with the rest of the hostages on the floor. " We still have a job to do, Bon Bon Hai will be very pleased KMJ, very pleased indeed when we have killed Kwai Chang Caine and his most beautiful, gorgeous, hunky," Erin's breath became laboured as she continued, " Adonis, supercalfraggelisticexbealadosious...son." she finished breathless.

KMJ shook her head, " Honestly Erin I told Chan it was not a good idea to send you, you can't keep those hormones of yours under control."

Erin looked chastised as pleaded "I'll be good, I haven't got my merit badge for assassination yet, only one more murder and I can add another patch," she said proudly, throwing open her coat to reveal a vest covered in patches. Pointing she started to explain proudly," Here is my badge for noose knots, this is my badge for weaving net traps. Oh and this one is for cooking, my poisons recipes are practically untraceable," then her face fell as she came to a bare part of her vest, " this is the place reserved for my death by sex badge, the only one I haven't got."

KMJ looked over to Peter and then back at Erin, " Listen Junior rank rules here," opening her vest she showed her death by sex badge, " When the time comes, you just stand back and watch the master at work, and I may just leave you the left overs."

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Over the other side of the room Denise excused herself as she went to the ladies room, checking the Stawell's to make sure no one was listening she waited.

The door to the toilet was opened by Judy, "Are we clear?"

Denise nodded, as she paced the room," Well code name Cricket/Damselfly has gone to shit! What do we do now? J Edgar Hoover Jnr is not going to a happy man. We supposed to bring these women down before it got out of control."

DOUBLE DOG DARE DAY: Spies in the midst

Annette had just happened to be passing the ladies loo, when she overheard the conversation that was taking place inside. Moving quickly over to the nearest person she dragged Frenchie from the computer." Don't! Leave me alone, I have to do part six, please part six." She begged as she left a trail of blood from her worn out fingers.

Annette grabbed hold of Frenchie's shoulders and shook her," Damn it, get a grip girl!" Pulling back to the computer she pointed to the monitor, " Look what you have written in, what five hours? Part six!... Frenchie, the words part six.! Time to give it a rest, anyway that's not what we are here four is it? I want you to listen to something come on."

Pulling Frenchie along by her arm, Annette dragged back to powder room," I don't want to spend a dime." She pouted.

"No, not that listen." Annette ordered.

Frenchie put her ear to the door and listened, he eyes widening as she realised the implications of what she was hearing. Looking back to Annette she whispered in her Betrand Dubois accent,

" You know what that means, The FBI has some one undercover now what do we do what about our assignment the company is not going to be happy about this."

"Shush! Not so loud, we don't need to tell the place to know that we have come to kill Kwai Chang Caine and his kid." Annette snapped.

They moved away quietly as they could, trying to look nonchalant as Denise and Judy left the toilet, "Every thing alright?" Denise asked, as looked suspiciously at the whistling pair--well one, Frenchie couldn't whistle. There was something about the French accent that made it just impossible to whistle.

" Everythings fine." Annette smiled, as she watched the girls back to the bullpen.

"What the hell do we do now?"

Annette thought for a moment," Well...nothings really changed, no one knows who we are, we are still writers gone nuts as far as everyone here is concerned. I say we bide our time, we may have to take out the two FBI as well, but that's even better we will a commission on four bodies instead of two, man I can smell that money now. Come on, Lets back before we're missed."

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Meanwhile outside as Jeanne and E were being released to give the demands to their superiors, unseen watchers...well watched.

With a puff of smoke and shadow, the Chi' Ru Master appeared, Looking around she began to tap her foot as she wanted," Where the hells is she?" Wanda mumbled impatiently.

There was sound of crashing garbage cans, as a very apologetic woman made her way around the corner of the building, dusting her coat as she walked. As she looked up at her master, she shrugged and giggled," Sorry Master, slight miscalculations. Its all that smoke can never see a damn thing, its like a good day in Los Angeles..."

"Oh for god sake will you shut it Kelly, your are driving me nuts here." Wanda commanded.

"You know me Boss, never say a word, loose lips sink ships and all that. They could torture me and I would never tell them that we came her to kill Kwai Chang Caine and his son Peter Caine, nope you can trust me...won't say a word." She said as she pretended to lock her lips with a pretend key and throw it away.

Looking over to Wanda she was suprised to see her hitting her head on the brick wall, moaning, "Why me, damn why me?"

"Something wrong Master? If you have a headache that's not going to help you know"

DOUBLE DOG DARE DAY:  The boss arrives.

The Chi'Ru master peeled her blood soaked forehead from the brick wall.

Kelly grimaced when she saw the blood dripping down the center of Wanda's face," Now I told you that wasn't going to help, didn't I? Huh? Didn't I tell you that? Huh, didn't I? Now I may be just an apprentice but I do know thumping you head against a brick wall won't help a headache. I knew that. As a Chi'Ru master you should have known that. You know that you should have known that, don't you?"

"For fuck sake Kelly. Enough!" Wanda reached out and pressed her ring hand to Kelly's neck.

In seconds Kelly was grabbing at her throat, struggling to find breath, but failed. She fell to the ground dead in seconds.

Bending over her former apprentice Wanda, placed the mark on Kelly's forehead," I'm sorry dear, but damn it! You talk more than Peter Caine." With a puff of smoke Wanda disappeared leaving Kelly's still body alone and silent.<Thank god>

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As the FBI stood waiting, and pondering the demands that had been laid down. A car pulled up, with a very impressive woman stepping from the vehicle.

JeanneM straightened her clothes, as E looked worried, "Now the shit is going to hit the fan."

" Kathy? There was no need for you to come out here M'am, We have everything under control." JeanneM said nervously.

Kathy looked disdainfully at her two agents, and then at the precinct, "Have you just? Let me see if I have this right. We two dead fiction writers and one footless wonder. They have released one hostage, who happens to be one of the bad guys, and she is no help because she is as crazy as a loon. Meanwhile they still have all the police officers in their hands is that correct Agents? Please do correct me if I'm wrong here, anywhere?"

Both of the agents shuffled their feet as they mumbled their agreement.

"Well I see I have this all worked out then." Moving in closer to them, Kathy whispered to them, "you know what happened to the last two officers that disappointed me. They are still looking for the pieces of Tom Ryan and Cassy St John as we speak. Poor Tom...aah well. Now if I don't make my quota of solved cases I don't get my commission. Now I have a new Rolls to pay off and that holiday in LittleRock is looking very iffy at moment. I expect results...soon! This has gone on long enough."

"Amen to that." E murmured.

To Be Continued...