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        <![CDATA[ <strong>Sean Vetter</strong> fights against falling in love with a witness. <strong>[finished but will be reworked]</strong> ]]>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Ali fell into her new life with a caution she kept to herself. Part of her expected the other shoe to constantly drop. She wasn&#39;t quite sure from what
direction it would come but she knew there were so many open ended constants in their lives that it would be a rude surprise, whatever it was.
<br>
<br>
As the first two months of her son&#39;s life went by without incident she began to let go of the feeling, to realize things could change for her and Sean. He
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			<description><![CDATA[ Sean&#39;s life turned upside down again but this time he didn&#39;t mind the chaos involved. After Frost had formally suspended him for two weeks, and
informally told him it had been a nice right hook, Sean decided to throw himself into his house and all the other real life stuff he had been putting off in
Ali&#39;s absence.
<br>
<br>
He suggested to Ali that they either find a bigger place to live or renovate the house they were in. She knew how much he loved living on the beach so they... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Ali felt about a million times better after she had taken a shower in Sean&#39;s bathroom. She wasn&#39;t supposed to but she also wasn&#39;t supposed to have
left the hospital. They&#39;d get over it, she had. She made sure her staples were dry, put a coating of anti-bacterial ointment over it and moved to get
dressed. Katy had bought her several pajama outfits made of soft cotton that felt good against her skin. She pulled the tank top on and then the loose, comfy
shorts that didn&#39;t rub... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Sean left the next morning only after Enzo&#39;s intimidating form had arrived. He planted himself on Ali&#39;s bed and told Sean to go do what he had to do to
wrap up their part of the case. De went with him, grumbling about having to do paperwork.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Feel my pain now, don&#39;tcha?&quot; Sean asked with a grin. De shot him a dirty look but his heart wasn&#39;t in it. He was too amazed at the
transformation of his partner. They got to the office, blitzed through their remaining... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Ali shut Sean out with such efficiency that in the end it was like he had never existed. To her it was better that way, better than allowing herself to feel a
tinge of anything for him. She couldn&#39;t have both Fearless&#39; baby and Sean&#39;s love. Those two worlds clashed too fiercely and took too much out of
her. So she denied Sean Vetter&#39;s mere existence.
<br>
<br>
Sean tried to fight it but between distance, work, and Ali&#39;s complete coldness, he lost every battle he picked.... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Ali slept hard for a few hours before Sean woke her and asked if she was hungry. She almost made a smart assed remark until she realized she was starving. She
couldn&#39;t remember the last time she had been hungry so she thought she had better take advantage of it.
<br>
<br>
Sean sprawled across the bed as he watched her hunt for something to wear. She pulled on a pair of jeans and frowned when they wouldn&#39;t button over the
small bulge that was beginning to surface. She kicked them off... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Sean wasn&#39;t surprised to find Ali gone when he woke up. He had expected her to bolt. He fought the urge to immediately hunt her down and find out if she
was okay, what she was thinking, and what he could do. He knew he was the last person on Earth to tell anyone how they should handle death. Instead he decided
to take his own guilt and use it to fuel the hunt for the debt he owed Lucero. Never in his life did he think he would owe a single thing to the man who had
caused his wife&#39;s... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ She made it through the viewing, the long funeral service, and part of the wake before wanting to leave. It was all she could take. His family was driving her
insane. They wanted details about Fearless that belonged solely to Ali and she didn&#39;t feel like sharing them. They wanted to know about every second of the
day he died. She definitely didn&#39;t tell them that. His brothers didn&#39;t even bother to be subtle about Sean.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Is there something about him that&#39;s... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ It took everything he had in him to hand her over to Joe. He hated to do it but the drive to find who had killed Fearless was relentless. He knew some of it
was anger over another agent being killed but most of it was guilt. Fearless would never get to see his baby grow up and Sean couldn&#39;t stand that
knowledge.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I&#39;ll be back within three days,&quot; Sean told Joe after he had gotten the confirmation call back from the warden.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Why three?&quot; Joe... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Ali&#39;s ears were ringing by the time Sean pulled into the circular driveway of his beach house.
<br>
<br>
&quot;You still have the other one?&quot; she asked as she unsuccessfully tried to hide a yawn. He nodded as he looked over at her.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Yep.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;Where&#39;s Fluffy?&quot; she asked, not bothering to hide the nickname. Sean&#39;s mouth twitched but he fought the smile off.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Probably at work and even if she wasn&#39;t, she doesn&#39;t live... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ She wasn&#39;t sure what to expect from Fearless when she walked in. It only took her a few seconds to realize they were going to have one hell of a fight. He
was looking at Sean like he had finally figured out the true nature of the relationship between the big man and Ali.
<br>
<br>
There were enough people in the house that Fearless held himself in check. Instead of opening his mouth to fight he chose to drink. Everyone in the house could
sense the tension and feel it grow as the night... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Sean&#39;s day started before dawn and went downhill from there. Everything that could have gone wrong did. His informant magically disappeared and they had to
waste hours flushing him back out. Then he had gotten into a fight with the local chief of police over jurisdiction. After his misplaced paperwork for the raid
was finally found, they executed it only to find the house had been emptied in a hurry. No drugs, no guns, no bad guys. That caused a black cloud to hover over
Sean&#39;s head.... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Ali swung into the parking lot of the motel and searched for the room number. As she drove around back she saw Joe waiting. He slid into the passenger side of
the truck and told her to drive.
<br>
<br>
&quot;What happened to you?&quot; she demanded when she saw his face. He had a split lip and a black eye that looked to be no more than a day old.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Paying some dues,&quot; he said wryly.
<br>
<br>
&quot;With your face?&quot; she asked as she drove through traffic. She noticed how... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Ali traced one of the black gothic tattoos with her fingertip. She already knew that licking it didn&#39;t change its appearance. Either did chewing on it. She
hadn&#39;t inspected the triangular one that nestled between his shoulder blades yet but she didn&#39;t have any ink under her nails from that one either.
<br>
<br>
&quot;You better knock it off,&quot; Fearless warned, his voice dusky and amused. He was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his head. He had been drifting
towards sleep... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Sean changed his mind about food as they drove. Instead of heading to find it, they headed towards the beach again. Back to the house that held so many
nightmares for him and such confusion for her.
<br>
<br>
He told her everything that night. He told her about the gang he and De used to run with and the stupid things they had done. He told her how Stacy had come
into his life and saved him, causing De to follow as Sean left that life behind. The details of his decision to join the DEA and... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The prison officials weren&#39;t happy to see any of them, especially Ali. No women worked at the prison and most of the inmates hadn&#39;t seen one in the
flesh since their transfer. She was glad she had dressed in jeans and an academy T-shirt. She hadn&#39;t worn any make-up or perfume. She had skewered her long
hair up and had on her old training boots that forced her into painful memories of Sean&#39;s rule at the camp. Sean knew it didn&#39;t matter. She had the
unmistakable curves of a... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The look on Sean&#39;s face when Frost explained to him what had happened made Ali&#39;s stomach hurt. It was painful for her to see the wild, angry emotion
that swept over him. Then his eyes had landed on her, as if she had done this on purpose.
<br>
<br>
&quot;No.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;I don&#39;t have a choice.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;Yes, you do!&quot; he shouted. Ali flinched against the anger and unconsciously pressed her palm into her stomach. The pain was physical. &quot;You call
your... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Sean knew he could react one of two ways. Go absolutely ballistic and beat the guy to death like he had done with Joe&#39;s former business partner or tell her
the truth.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Put her on the phone,&quot; he said after he&#39;d made his choice. Rosie handed her his cellphone. Sean told her point by point who the drug dealer was,
his connection to Sean and Sean&#39;s past, and his indirect involvement with Stacy&#39;s death.
<br>
<br>
&quot;What&#39;s he doing out of prison?&quot;... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Ali got her graduation present from Sean the same day Enzo received a phone call from De, asking him to meet them at a near-by bar after the ceremony. Katy
barely contained her impatience as Ali unwrapped the long, thin box.
<br>
<br>
&quot;What is it? Who&#39;s it from? What is it?&quot; she asked as she bobbed and weaved behind Ali.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I could tell you if you&#39;d let me unwrap it, you impatient fuck!&quot; Ali replied as she pried the lid of the box open. Katy looked at the... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Some of them were doubled over, sucking as much air into their lungs as they could get. Some of them were face down on the ground, finding the effort of
standing too difficult. A few of them were dry-heaving. Ali was one of them.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I hate you,&quot; Katy&#39;s muffled voice said. Ali heard it clearly over her ringing ears.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I second that. You brought him here, you fucking get rid of him!&quot; another classmate hissed from his bent over position. &quot;Can&#39;t... ]]></description>

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