DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of Wilhemina Chambers of Sara Matthews; they are the property of FOX television. This story may contain graphic depictions of sexual acts; please use disrection.
SPOILERS: Strap-on.

Different Ends of the Law
By Stacia Braver

Part 1

"Wow, she is beautiful," Billie thought to herself. It had been almost one month since "it" had happenend. Billie still wasn't sure what she thought about the events that went on at that time. She did know that she was enthralled with the picture of Sara she gazed at from her case file. "It's just another case file...just another bust...just another...criminal off the streets," Billie said quietly as her fingers traced the edge of Sara's photograph. "Who the fuck am I kidding?" She sighed. "I--God! What is wrong with me?!" No sooner than those words could escape her lips, Billie found herself both eyeing the Candy Store making sure Van and Deaq weren't around, and reaching for the telephone to her left.

"Jarvis, here, " said a raspy male voice on the other line.

"Yeah, Jarvis, it's Billie. I need you to help me with a follow-up on one of our cases," she said coolly.

"I just know you're gonna tell me it's an open case, right?"

Billie sighed, "No, it's been closed for about a month now. Can we just cut the BS Jarv? Will you help me or not?" she said impatiently.

"Look, Billie, we both know that once a case is closed, it's closed. Your office doesn't have to be concerned with follow-up on closed cases. Closed cases are our cases. Why the Hell do you think we're here?" Jarvis sighed. "Not saying that I'll help you, but what is it that you want to know, and about whom?"

"The file number is 21854, regarding Sara Matthews. And, I want to know where she is."

Jarvis chuckled as he clicked the keyboard. "Okay, I've got her. Ahhh...seems that she tried to blast you and Van shot her in the arm, right?"

"Jarvis, don't be such an ass."

"Excuse me?"

Billie scoffed, "Like this is new to you. You know what happened. Look, I know that we're not supposed to have contact with our closed case files, but this one is different. I think she really is done with her criminal past."

"And, what about her little criminal friends? Do you really think she was hanging out with the Gilmore Girls? Come on, Billie. Being undercover means just that--never blowing cover. Yeah, this Sara chick may be prancing through the dandelion fields of all that's good and sweet, but she can still blow your cover to her little thug friends."

"Jarvis, I know all that, okay? If anything happens, your name will never be mentioned. You have my word. Can you please just help me out here?" She said, almost about to lose her cool. "Besides, this shit happens all the time. Just give me the address. Please."

More clicking of the keyboard on the other end of the line. Jarvis released a deep, throaty sigh. "It is...779 Truscan Street. That's in--"

"I know the area," Billie interrupted. "I really appreciate this, Jarv. And, like I said, no names. Although, I don't think we'll have a problem here."

"Alright. Just don't make a habit of this, you dig?"

"Yeah, gotcha. Thanks again. Bye now." Billie hung up the phone, "Sheesh! She looked at the address she had written down. It was quite a ways from the Candy Store, about an hour. "Well, here goes nothing," she said rising from the chair. She glanced in the mirror to give herself a quick look. Then, she grabbed the keys to the Vette, and left.

While driving to Sara's place Billie began to think back to a month ago. She chuckled to herself when she remembered the guys telling her that Sara and Jill were lesbians. She remembered being all business when she walked into Girl Bar, then just mostly business when she laid eyes on Sara for the first time. Sara immediately intrigued her. Billie smiled when she recounted their first kiss at the club. It was totally unexpected, but she wanted more. But, she had to remain undercover, and ask Sara why she kissed her. She really wanted to say, "kiss me again." Billie remembered how sweet Sara was to offer her a loan because she thought she was broke, and had a total asshole for a husband. She thought of how Sara defended her against both Van and Jill. Sara would never let anyone hurt her, ever. And, that was only after knowing each other for a few days. Billie thought about the betrayal. She wondered how Sara would receive her today--she was worried. But, that didn't keep her from traveling to see Sara--it was just something she had to do.

Before she knew it, she was approaching Sara's street. Her heart was in her throat, and she felt like she couldn't get enough air. She looked around; not the best neighborhood. Everyone was eyeing her car. "Seven seven...three..." she said leaning in the Vette, looking at the dainty houses. "Seven seven nine. This is me," she said exhaling. She didn't park the Vette in the driveway, or even on the side of the street; she parked in between Sara's house, and the house next door. She got out, and as she walked up, she chirped the alarm.

"Hey, baby, are you lost?" said two guys sitting in front of a white house across the street. Billie acknowledged them, but just chuckled. She walked up the driveway to the small pale yellow house. She noticed the lawn was full of beautiful flowers. She could smell the magnolias the moment she exited the car. They were nestled with several different varieties of roses. Billie opened the screen door, and knocked on the white wooden door. No answer. She rang the doorbell. She waited. As she heard footsteps, her heart had once again found a home within her throat. She door opened at last.

"Oh my God, " Sara said. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, hello to you too, " Billie said almost sarcastically. "I uh- - I--I just came to see how you were doing."

"Huh, I see. How did you find me? Thought that was against the rules for you undercover people."

Billie was annoyed at Sara's comment, but at the same time, she just wanted to hold her. "Sara, how are you? Can I come inside?"

Sara shot her an ice pick look. "Please?"

"I guess," she sighed, and moved sideways, letting Billie pass.

Billie walked inside. Sara's was a cute little house, very organized. Billie took a seat on the blue loveseat. Sara stood in front of her, holding her injured arm, looking totally unamused. Billie's eyes were focused on Sara. She had forgotten how beautiful she was. Her eyes moved from Sara's shoulder length blonde hair, to her baby blue eyes, to her cute little nose, to her perfect lips, to....

"Oh my God, how is your arm?" Billie asked, concerned."

Sara scoffed. "Well, it's still there. Your little buddy didn't blow it off or anythng. I just spent a couple of days in the hospital, and then it was cool."

"Good. I'm glad you're doing better. I really am," Billie smiled. "Um...you're making me nervous. Come sit wth me?"

Sara moved over the the loveseat, and took a seat. "Sitting." Sara's wheels were spinning. Why was Billie here? Why would she risk her job coming out her to see her? Billie was looking around the room, and Sara was looking at her. "Damn," Sara thought. "She is...as perfect as a woman can get," she continued thinking. Then, she felt a jolt inside. "Damn you, Billie!" she blurted out, looking down, tears welling up in her eyes.

Billie touched her leg, "I know....I know. Lay it on me, get it all out. You deserve that opportunity." Sara took it.

"You totally played me! I mean, this beautiful woman comes up to me in a bar, and I didn't even wanna be there that night! Jill was all over some chick, and I was just standing there, talking to my beer." Sara allowed a small chuckle about her last comment. "But, then, there you were. I thought you were really into me; telling me things about your 'husband' that you'd ' never told anyone before.' Getting close to me, all of that shit. It was all just a lie."

Billie saw the anguish in Sara's eyes, and it only matched the anguish in her own heart. She wanted to grab hold of her and tell her she was sorry. But, at the same time, she was very stubborn, and she was still a cop. "Look, Sara...I had a job to do, okay? We both know what you were doing was wrong." She paused and tilted her head to catch Sara's eyes. "Right?"

"Yes, I know it was wrong," Sara answered, annoyed.

"I'm a cop, Sara. It's what I do. I had to bust you. I had to. By any means necessary."

"Yeah, including playing with my fucking heart," Sara said under her breath.

"Yeah...including that," Billie said looking down in her lap.

"Okay, I've had time to think about this. I got my ass busted by the woman I was falling for, I sent my best friend to prison, I have a fucking hole in my arm, and I work in a garden supply store. Excuse me if I'm a little pissed. I mean, I know it was your job, okay, Billie? I know that. It's just...." Sara got caught up in her own frustration, bringing her throaty voice to a halt in mid-sentence.

"What is it, Sara?" Billie asked tenderly.

"It's hard for me to deal with the fact that everything we had was a lie. That nothing could be like I thought it could be."

Now Billie's eyes began to well up with tears. She placed her hand on top of Sara's. "Honey," she whispered while looking down at Sara's lips, "it still could be."

"What? Well, wha-what are you saying?"

"You still ask a lot of questions, don't you?!" Billie said laughing. She sighed heavily. "What I'm saying is this: I did have a job to do. But...I never expected to cross any lines on this case. Sara, when I first saw you, my heart raced, much like it is right now. Hell, I nearly forgot why I went to the damn club in the first place! And, then I found out how incredibly sweet you are. I couldn't resist you. But, at the same time, I had to focus on how I'd bust you. But, like I said, the line between knowing I needed to stop you, and becoming completely smitten by you was thin. Very thin."

"Oh my God, Billie. I honestly don't know what to say," Sara said, her eyes, wide open.

"Well, I'm sure you'll ask me a question sooner or later," Billie teased, as they smiled fully at each other.

Part 2

"Very funny," Sara said as they shared a giggle. Then, they fell silent. It was umcomfortable. Sara played with her nails, and Billie looked around again. "Okay, so--"

"Ah-HA! I KNEW you would ask me a fucking question!" Billie said laughing hysterically.

"Oh, whatever!" Sara said laughing. She looked into Billie's ice blue eyes. Seriousness came over her entire face. "So...what do we do now?"

Billie smiled, and stroked Sara's face. "We.....EAT!"

"Say what?" Sara with a giggle.

"Yeah, I'm starving!" Billie said as she sprung from the loveseat headed for the small kitchen. "Whatcha got in here? I think I'll make you dinner."

"Um...." Sara followed Billie into the kitchen, eyeing Billie's perfect ass. "You can make me...." she said fumbling around in the refrigerator, "some pasta? Does that sound good?"

"Perfect," Billie said. Sara moved closer to her, much closer. She could feel Billie's warm breath against her nose.

"You sure? We could order out."

"No," Billie whispered, unable to fully get her voice out. "Pasta is just fine with me," she said winking at Sara.

"O-okay, I'll help you, then, " Sara said, entranced by Billie's eyes.

Billie let out a robust laugh. "Hon, LOOK at you! No, no, you just hang out in here and talk with me. Hey, do you have any wine?"

Sara still stood oh-so-close to Billie. She examined her. How her dark hair draped her heart-shaped face. Her long eyelashes, her mole, propped so elegantly on her left cheek, her full lips. She didn't know how long she could wait. She didn't know if she'd make it through dinner before she'd make Billie hers. For real this time. "Uh---yeah, I have some wine. I think all I have is red," she said moving towards one of the cabinets.

"Whew!" Billie thought. She didn't know if dinner would even get started. She wanted Sara so badly that she could hardly see straight. But, the same time, there was something holding her back. She watched Sara go to the cabinet. She was wearing a white tank top and very, very tight blue jeans. If Billie's eyes were paper clips, then Sara's ass was definitely the magnet. She smiled contently at the view. "Red is good," Billie said at last.

Sara surveyed the three bottles of wine she had. "Yup, good, cause that IS all I have." She grabbed one of the bottles, and moved back to Billie, face to face. "When you find one thing that does it for you, you wanna keep doin' it, right?" she said giving Billie a sexy smirk.

Billie cleared her throat. "Um, yeah, yeah, that's right." They stood in the kitchen staring at each other for what seemed to be an eternity. "So!" Billie squealed out while rubbing her hands together. "Where's your pasta?"

Sara placed the bottle on the island in the kitchen, and leaned against it. She pointed with her "good" arm, "it's up there, should be."

Billie found the pasta, and Sara got a pot to put them in. Sara ran water into the huge pot.

"Um, excuse me, but do you think I'm cooking for the damn Marines?" Billie giggled.

"Hey! I can eat, okay? Don't let the dainty figure fool you!" Sara laughed. "But," she said turning around to Billie, her eyes flirting, "I will have to save room for what I'll be eating later."

"Dessert?" Billie teased.

"Oh yeah. Dessert," she said smiling back.

"Um, Sara?" Billie said uneasily.

"Yeah?" Sara whispered.

"I um....God. I've-I've never done....this....before."

"Oh, honey, it's easy! You just put the pasta in boiling water. Then, you take a few noodles, and throw them against the wall...if they stick they're done, if they don't, they---"

"Will you shut up!" Billie said through her teeth.

Sara laughed. "I know what you mean. I kinda thought that when you stayed with Jill and I. I mean, I just remembered you saying you were exhausted, and stressed about Van trying to repo your car, and all that stuff. Now that I know the Van stuff isn't true....WERE you just tired?"

"Uh, no," Billie let out a nervous giggle. To be honest, Sara. I was really torn that night."

Sara looked at her, concerned and confused. "Why, were you torn, Billie?

Billie looked intently into Sara's pools of blue. "I wanted so much to sleep with you. But at the same time, I knew the 'case' was coming to an end. I--I just...."

"Go on," Sara said, returning the same intent look.

"I didn't want to get any more attached to you than I already had." Billie threw her hands up, and began pacing. "Plus, I mean, I've never been with a woman--ever. I've come close, but...I--I've never gone all the way. And, those two things together petrified me. I'm sorry, Sara."

Sara let out a breathy giggle. "Billie, honey...you have nothing to apologize for. You're here now, right? Whenever you're ready, I'm here for you. I know you'll be well worth waiting for."

A wave went throughout Billie's entire body. Should she say it? What's really on her mind? She was terrified. "Sara," she began gently. "I'm-I'm falling in love with you." Okay, it was too late, she said it. Now, she'd have to deal with the consequences of her confession.

Sara's eyes widened. She smiled from ear to ear. She moved closer to Billie, gazing at her. "Well, I'm ALREADY in love with YOU," she whispered, smiling. She moved in closer, "so, catch up." Then, finally, Sara placed her hand on Billie's face, and leaned in to kiss her. Billie grasped Sara's small waist with her hands, pulling her closer. Their kiss became hotter. Their breathing became heavier. Sara's tongue forced its way into Billie's eager mouth. Billie gripped Sara's jeans even more tightly. Their heads slanted in opposite directions to get more of each other's mouths.

Their kiss broke. "Okay, I think I'm caught up," Billie sighed in excitement.

"Good," Sara said with a slight nod. "So, um....are you really THAT hungry, Billie?"

Billie smirked. "No, I can wait. I-I want to. I really do."

"I love you, baby," Sara whispered as she began to lean in.

"I love you, too, Sara," Billie said, her eyes closed, awaiting Sara's lips to grasp hers again.

This kiss was even hotter than the last one. Sara moved Billie to the island, and motioned for her to hop up onto it, which she did. Sara squeezed between Billie's legs, and kissed her hungrily. "I want you so bad, baby," she whispered, and went back for more.

A throaty groan escaped from Billie as she devoured Sara's lips. She massaged Sara's tongue with her own. She held Sara captive between her legs, crossing them behind her, and squeezing, reeling Sara in. Sara moved her hand along Billie's black slacks. Her hand eventually found its way to Billie's ass, grasping it firmly. Billie moaned in lust as Sara's hand reached its destination. Billie broke the kiss, and leaned down to passionately kissed Sara's neck. Sara held her head back, allowing Billie's mouth to trapse her neck. As Sara moaned, Billie could feel the vibration coming from Sara's throat. Billie took Sara's earlobe between her lips. Then, she whispered in her ear, "fuck me, Sara. Right...now."

Their kiss this time became more enraged, more urgent. Sara was totally turned on by Billie, and even more turned on by the breathless demand she had just made. Their lips seemed to burn as they kissed. Sara tried to unbutton Billie's maroon shirt with her hand. Sara realized she must have looked ridiculous; one arm in a sling, the other trying to unbutton Billie's shirt. "This is NOT working!" Sara giggled.

"Here, let me help you," Billie answered. She unbuttoned the first 3 buttons of her shirt. Then, she ripped her shirt open. Buttons flew everywhere.

Sara watched in amazement. She watched one of the buttons fly near the sink. She looked back to Billie, eyes wide open, mouth to the floor, in complete shock. "I didn't know you had that in you!" Then, her eyes caught a glance a Billie's bra. It was all black, with lace on the edges of it. Sara subconsciously licked her lips. "Damn, you're beautiful," was all she could say.

Billie sat there, still holding Sara captive between her legs. She raised an eyebrow. Sara knew what that meant.

Part 3

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