A/N: Ok, so I know I am the SUCKIEST person in the WHOLE WORLD for not updating sooner! Little update on me: Had a baby, got married (in the opposite order lol), just moved into my new house, and now trying to go back to school.

But enough about me, you wanna hear about Billy and Hansen, I'm sure! So here you go...

(Disclaimer: I do not own anything reconizable. Just Hansen, really. Oh, and Bailee.)

Billy walked out of the corner store, lighting a cigarette from the new pack he has just bought, and made his way to his car.

"Darley!" a female voice called before he could even put his key in the lock. Billy turned to the caller, coming face to face with Detective Wallace.

"And what can I do for you today, Detective?" Billy asked, practically sneering at the title.

"Have you heard about the recent crime wave that has swept over our streets?" the woman asked casually.

"Nope," Billy told her. "Haven't had much time to read the paper, really."

"Well," she continued, crossing her arms in front of her chest, "seems like all the lowlifes in my jurisdiction seem to be dropping dead, with no real link-"

"Sounds like someone's doing your job for you," Billy interrupted. "And doing it better. I really wouldn't be complaining if I was you."

"The only real link they have," the detective continued, ignoring his input, "is that all of them are known members of local gangs, but none are members of the SBE. And you can see how that might raise some questions."

"What can I say?" Billy told her calmly. "We've turned a new leaf; been playing nice these days."

"Yeah," she said, unbelieving. "Or maybe the reason the SBE hasn't been falling victim to this recent spree is because you're the ones orchestrating it."

"Now, we both know if you had any proof of that, I'd already be in handcuffs," Billy said impatiently. "So, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do." Billy turned to get back into his car.

"Heard your girl is missing."

Billy slammed the car door shut with much more force than necessary and faced the detective again, anger pumping through his veins.

"She's outta town, visiting family," Billy told her, already feeling his blood starting to boil.

"Family?" she asked incredulously. "She grew up in a group home. She was an orphan before you took her in."

"What 's it to you where she's at?" Billy accused.

"Word is that she was taken and that it has something to do with Mikey Nuryan's death," she told him.

"Well it doesn't," Billy lied. "She's fine."

"Whatever you say, Darley," she said before turning to leave.

Billy watched her retreating back, a million questions running through his head, though the fact that he had no answers rang out the loudest. That and the sound of her frightful scream in his dream.

"Wait," Billy called, having a feeling he was going to regret this at one point.

The detective stopped and turned to face Billy again. She didn't say anything, waiting for him to start.

"What makes you think Hansen's in any way connected to what happened to Mikey?" Billy asked. "I'm not saying she is, I just want to know."

Detective Wallace walked back over to him. "You of all people should know, Darley, everything comes with a price. Especially mistakes."

"What are you talkin' about?" Billy asked suspiciously.

"A witness came forward saying they saw someone matching Hansen's description being loaded into the back of a black car. They got the license plate number and the car is registered to a man that came to the morgue a few days ago to identify the body of an OD victim-"

"I'm still waiting to hear how all this is connected," Billy told her.

"The victim OD'd from a bad batch of heroin. And the man who identified her was her boyfriend," the detective finished.

That's when it clicked. The lethal cut of dope that Mikey has stolen from B-Street, and sold it as SBE product. The wrong girl bought it and it killed her. Now there was someone looking for vengeance. Everyone pays for their mistakes, and sometimes other people paid for them as well.

"Who's the boyfriend?" Billy asked, though he knew he was pushing his luck.

"You know I can't tell you that, Darley," Detective Wallace sighed. "But I can tell you to stay out of this. We've almost got this cracked."

"If you know who it is, then why you still sniffing around for clues?" Billy pushed.

"We haven't been able to find him," she admitted unwillingly. "But we will. Just, please, Darley, let us do our job."

Billy heard the pleading tone, but it was lost on deaf ears. No way was he leaving this to the police.

"Yeah, 'cause you guys have been doing a great job," Billy bit back sarcastically. Then turned and got back into his car. Though he hated to admit it, Detective Wallace just helped him out quite a bit. He finally had the first clue in finding Hansen, and bringing her back to the safety of his arms.

As soon as he pulled away, his cell phone rang.

"What?" Billy answered impatiently.

"We got something," Bodie told him.

"I'm on my way," Billy replied before hanging up the phone and tossing it back into his pocket.

Billy pulled up in front of the Office, immediately noticing the van and Bodie's car were there. Slamming the car into park and cutting the engine, Billy stomped up the stairs and up to the cook room.

Bodie met him at the top of the stairs, a spark of triumph and hope in his eye.

"What d'ya got?" Billy asked him, trying to be patient, but not doing a great job at it.

"Baggie and Dawg found Hansen's backpack, keys, and phone in the trash in an alley on Hansen's way to work. Some old guy who lives in one of the buildings told them he saw Hansen being loaded into the back of a Crown Vic by some punk and then someone got out of the car and handed him some cash and they sped off," Bodie told him quickly as they walked to the next floor. "Old guy also told us where this kid likes to hang. Baggie and Dawg picked him up on the way back here."

"Where's Hansen's stuff?" Billy asked.

"In the chapel," Bodie told him.

"And the kid?"

"The back room," Bodie said. "I figured he wasn't walkin' outta here, so he's near the back door."

Billy nodded. "I'll deal with him in a minute," he said, then made his way to the chapel.

Bodie didn't questions Billy when he decided to go to the chapel before interrogating the "witness". He had known him long enough to know how much this was really getting to him. He had been there since the beginning, seen the way that things had changed when it came to her. Billy loved her, and Bodie had known it before he did.

Bodie sat with Billy in his car, across the street from a small all-night convenience store, ski masks poised on top of their heads, ready to cover their faces. They were ready for this, had been awaiting it for what seemed like their whole lives. Initiation Night, their coming of age ritual, the night boys like them became men. It was a nasty process, but it proved a lot. At least to the people around here.

Billy let out another drag of his cigarette, watching the long stream of continuous grey smoke. "Hey, Bodie, can I ask you somethin'?" he asked, mumbling a little.

"Yeah, dude," Bodie replied, taking another drag from his own cigarette.

"Will you do somethin' for me?"

"Anything," Bodie told him. "You know that, dawg."

Billy started fidgeting with the Celtic cross that hung from the leather cord around his neck. "If anything happens tonight-"

"Ain't nothin' gonna go wrong," Bodie cut in.

"But if it does," Billy continued. "Can you make sure Hansen gets this?" He indicated the cross. Bodie stared at him for a moment, a slight smirk on his face.

"Of course, bro," Bodie told him in a serious tone. Then, with a slight laugh in his voice, "Never thought Billy Darley would fall in love."

"Me neither," Billy said jokingly, but Bodie knew that it was a confession of sorts. "There's just somethin' about her. I can count on her, and she's never judged me for the things she knows I do. But then she still has the balls to stand up to me. No one else does that." He let out a disbelieving chuckle. "I don't know, man. She's just different."

Bodie heard the casual tone, but knew the sincerity behind it. "I promise you, man, Hansen will always be protected," he swore.

Now, three years later, he had broken that promise, and all he could do was watch his best friend systematically break down.

Billy wasn't sentimental. He just didn't have it in him. Whether it was due to being a gang leader, always having to have an aura of steel, or whether it was just due to him being a guy, period. He just didn't see the point of attaching himself to objects. He kept people close, not things. But Hansen did. Almost everything she owned she associated with a memory; from the backpack Billy now held in his hands – a gift from Joe when he and Hansen had gone up to the University – to the wallet inside of the bag, which had once been Billy's and she had confiscated it for her own when she gave him a new leather one with his initials embossed on it for their first Christmas at the apartment.

Billy also didn't enjoy pictures like she did. She had filled every room in the apartment with pictures of the three of them and various other friends when they had moved in – much to the disagreement of Billy. He kept memories in his head, not plastered on the walls or held in decorative frames. He only kept two pictures: One was of him and Joe when they were younger that had been in his wallet, the safest place he could think of, since he found it when he was eleven, buried in an old drawer in Bones' bedroom.

The other was of Hansen, and, truth be told, she was the one who had put it in there when she gave him the wallet. It was taken a few months after he had been initiated, she was leaning against the front of his car, wearing just a simple tank top and jeans, blowing out the smoke from a drag she had just taken from her cigarette, and looking at some random object off in the distance. It was his favorite picture of her, her in all of her simplistic, natural beauty.

Those pictures were the ones Billy kept. Hansen only kept one picture, always in the same spot: In the clear spot in front of her ID card. It was the first picture of the three of them together, before they had moved in together and before Billy had been initiated, before him and Hansen had been anything more than friends; the three of them were sitting outside an all-night McDonalds after a night of partying, Hansen was in the middle of the two brothers with her arms draped around their shoulders. Joe had taken the photo, holding the camera from them with his arm outstretched.

She had told him it was her favorite picture, her first family portrait. It was always in her wallet, she carried it everywhere. So when he opened the tri-fold and he saw her ID card, he was confused. There was no way Hansen would have taken that picture out of her wallet. That means whoever took her took the picture, too. But why take an old picture when they had the girl?

"Hold on a fuckin' second, I'm coming!" Joe yelled, pulling on a pair of sweat pants and making his way to the door. Whoever it was pounded again as Joe reached for the door knob.

Joe stopped his hand, halfway to the knob and thought twice. Instead, he opened the drawer to the table next to the door and pulled out the gun that was kept there. Leaning against the door with both hands, gun in one, Joe peered through the peephole. He was met with pitch black.

Joe opened the door, keeping the chain on and sticking the gun through the space, finding nobody there. Confused, he looked down the hallway. Not a soul in sight. Looking back at the door, he saw what had been blocking the peephole: A large brown envelope taped to the door. He pulled it down and closed the door, making sure it was fully locked again.

He walked back to his room. Bailee sat there, staring up at him, in his pajamas with a blanket wrapped around her. Joe held up the package, "BILLY DARLEY" written in large, black letters across it.

"Get dressed," he sighed. "We gotta go see Billy."

Stupid kid, Billy thought to himself as he continued to try and scrub his hands. Fucking blood. Shit never comes off.

It had practically been another dead end. The punk that Baggie and Dawg had picked up at the basketball court had given them next to nothing. The guy who paid him to bring him Hansen was maybe six foot, had kinda darkish hair, and a Boston accent. Yeah, that had narrowed it down to about seventy percent of the city. They had searched the kid, finding nothing but a pretty good sized stack of cash and few baggies of coke and weed. No picture. Billy was reaching the breaking point. Again.

"Yo, Billy!" Bodie called from the other side of the bathroom door where Billy was taking his frustration out on his hands.

"What?" Billy asked, trying hard not to explode. He needed to think, not freak. Bodie didn't say anything, just pointed to the window. Looking down, Billy felt a wave of severe annoyance mixed with dread pass through him.

"Fuck!" he swore through clenched teeth at the sight of the car parked in front of the building. "I'll take care of this."

Billy took the stairs two at a time, rushing to get to the second floor, the faster he was, the faster this would be over. He crouched behind one of the counters, pulling back a sheet to reveal a safe. He quickly spun the dial and opened it up. Hearing the voice of the intruder coming up the stairs, Billy threw the stacks of money into the backpack sitting there, adding the stack they found on the kid upstairs, hoping that would help. Then he pulled his gun from his waistband, placing it in the small gab between the top of the safe and under the counter.

Standing up, Billy kept one had on his gun and one on the backpack. He knew this wasn't going to be an easy meeting. They never were.

"Where is the Nazi prick?" Bones yelled, stepping into the cook room. "Oh! There's the little shit now. Where the fuck ya been, Billy-boy?"

"Busy," Billy stated simply. "Here's your money." He threw the backpack at him.

"'Busy', huh?" Bones asked, snatching the backpack out of the air and examining the contents. "Obviously not busy on the fucking corners, getting my money. Which is where the lot of yous belong."

"Look, you got your money," Billy told him, uninterested in hearing this lecture. Again.

Bones scoffed. "Whatever, you fucking punk. Don't make me come chase your ass down again," he warned. "Or you won't have to worry about finding your little orphan bitch. Can't be looking for someone while your six feet under."

Billy's head snapped. "What the fuck do you know about that?"

Bones scoffed. "You ain't the only one with ears around this city," he told him. "You know, I don't know how you get these little piss-ants to follow you around like you're King Shit or somethin'. You can't even keep a piece of pussy safe."

Billy was starting to lose control over his temper. "I said, what the fuck do you know about it?"

"Probably a good thing that bitch was taken," Bones continued, ignoring his question again. "I only wish it'd happened sooner. Mark my words son, she ain't nothin' but trouble waiting to happen."

"You don't know shit about her!" Billy yelled.

"Don't need to," he said with the upmost confidence. "They're all the same and if you think she's somethin' different, you're dead wrong. Just another gutter slut from this shithole of a city. She'll bail on you one day. Just like your bitch mother."

That was it. All Billy saw was red. "Shut your fucking mouth," he told him through clenched teeth, and in a flash, he pulled his gun from its hiding spot and pointed it right between Bones' eyes. "You don't know nothing. Not about Ma and not about Hansen. So just shut up."

"Whoa-ho! Someone thinks they're tough shit now, huh?" Bones leaned forward over the table until the barrel of the gun was pressing against his forehead. "C'mon kid, do it. Show everyone of these little fucks what Big Bad Billy Darley is fucking made of."

"Billy?" Billy looked up to the doorway to find Joe standing there, Bailee behind him. He had the same look on his face he used to get when they were kids and watched Bones beat on their mom, then Billy after she took off. Bones took this moment of distraction to take back the upper hand. He grabbed Billy's wrist that held the gun and slammed it on the table, causing Billy to lose the grip he had on his weapon. He grabbed the front of Billy's shirt and pulled him close to his face.

Billy looked his father straight in the eye. "Don't ever pull a gun on me unless you got the balls to pull the fucking trigger, you little fuck," Bones warned him. He let go of Billy's wrist and shoved him back. He grabbed the backpack and turned to leave. Joe watched his father pass him by without a word or even a glance at his youngest son.

Joe looked to ground, fighting the feeling of unworthiness that was creeping into his chest, a feeling that he always associated with Bones. Instead, he swallowed the lump in his throat and turned to Billy.

"What are you doin' here, Joey?" Billy asked his brother, lighting a cigarette. "I told you to stay home with Bailee."

"This came for you," he told him, holding up the brown package.

And just when I update, I leave a cliffhanger! Oh, I totally suck! But, please, tell me what you think! And XNegAttentionX where is your update?

Thanks again to all my patient readers!

Love, Ollie