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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.

Predator Chapter 3.
Vic was pissed, he knew it, and so did the rest of the team. The atmosphere in the Navigator was tense, everyone quiet and on edge, and he knew it was his fault. They were watching a chop shop, which was doubling as a drug distribution centre. Not content with stolen cars the owner thought he could muscle in on the local drug action, and Vic couldn�t allow that. So they were just waiting for a couple of his teenage dealers to turn up for new supplies, and then they�d strike and close the place down. However, the little shits were late, and so they were all stuck here in the car waiting.
Lem had asked him what was wrong about twenty minutes ago, but had shut up when Vic had snapped his head off. Vic knew he was being unfair, but he couldn�t help himself. This whole situation with Dutch and Nick Johannson had been playing on his mind for weeks, and then he�d had his little confrontation with Claudette in the bathroom just before he�d left for this stake-out.
Not for the first time he wished he�d paid more attention to Aceveda�s speeches that day they�d gone on the gun�s raid, and less to Johannson. Then he wouldn�t know anything about this whole fucked up situation, and it wouldn�t be nagging away at the back of his mind constantly, worrying him and making him irritable.
Since he�d first noticed Johannson�s interest in Dutch he�d kept an eye on things, and he hadn�t liked what he�d been seeing.
Johannson had wheedled his way into just about everybody�s good books. Everybody seemed to love the asshole. He�d tried it with Vic a couple of times, but Vic hadn�t been buying it. That look of hunger that had been on his face when he�d been looking at Dutch that day had played on Vic�s mind. He had the distinct impression that he�d caught a glimpse of the real Nick Johannson then, he�d caught a glimpse of what lurked under the mask. So when Johannson had made overtures of friendship towards him, Vic had been polite, but cold. After a couple of attempts Johannson had gotten the message and had given up. From what Vic had observed the guy was pretty shrewd when it came to other people, and he�d obviously realised he was having no luck with Vic, and so had cut his losses and moved on.
However, he didn�t have such a problem with Dutchboy, Vic noticed. Johannson played him like a virtuoso. He flattered Dutch, and praised him, made a point of seeking out his opinion, and stuck up for him if he was being teased by a couple of the other guys. In other words he took every one of Dutchboy�s insecurities and played them to his own advantage. Vic had to grudgingly admit the guy was an artist. A master manipulator and he had Dutch eating out of his hand.
This manipulative behaviour towards Dutch, towards everyone around him, would�ve bothered Vic on its own, but that wasn�t all he�d become aware of. There was Dutch�s missing stuff, now that was just plain creepy. A couple of days ago Dutch had cornered Shane in the break room, and had accused him of taking it as part of some kind of prank. However, Shane had completely denied any knowledge of Dutch�s missing possessions, and had implied that Dutch was being paranoid. Shane had laughed it off, and Vic was positive he hadn�t been lying when he�d said he�d had nothing to do with it. Besides Vic had another suspect in mind over the theft of Dutch�s things, Johannson. It was an uncomfortable thought that would indicate an unhealthy obsession, but it would fit in with the other behaviour Vic had observed.
Johannson spent an inordinate amount of time just watching Dutch. Always surreptitiously, from a distance, but once his eyes found him they wouldn�t leave him. It was always with that singularly intense gaze, such as he had used that first day. Vic had done a little watching of his own. He�d seen the way Johannson looked at Dutch when he thought no one else was looking. The way his eyes devoured the younger man. Vic could definitely say he understood the phrase "undress someone with your eyes", because that was exactly what Johannson did, and it made Vic distinctly uncomfortable. It wasn�t the fact that Johannson was looking at another man that bothered him, it was the surreptitious, intense nature of it. Dutch was completely unaware of the scrutiny he was getting, and Vic found that made him uncomfortable, because it was as if Johannson was indulging in fantasy�s at Dutch�s expense, almost against his will.
Not that Johannson was leaving it at looking. The touching had started just over a week ago. Nothing serious, it wasn�t like the guy grabbed Dutch�s ass or anything. No it was way subtler than that. Little pats on the arm, a squeeze of a shoulder, a slight brush of fingertips on his back. It was never anything too invasive, and in fact Vic didn�t think Dutch even noticed it, but it was as if Johannson was marking what was his. Claiming Dutch with his touch.
Vic had had this impression of Johannson�s motives re-enforced when Johannson had finally noticed Vic was watching him. Or to be more accurate probably, he�d finally acknowledged to Vic that he realised it. It had been two days ago, and Vic had been passing in front of Dutch�s desk, when he�d noticed Johannson talking to Dutch. Just like today Dutch had been sitting down and Johannson had been perched on a corner of his desk. Johannson had said something that had made Dutch laugh, then Johannson had gotten up to go back to his own desk. As he had he�d passed behind Dutch and he�d looked up, his eyes locking with Vic�s. His mouth had curled up into a smirk, and he�d put out his hand and patted Dutch�s shoulder. His eyes had never left Vic�s, the smirk widening when he�d seen the annoyance in Vic�s face. God, at that moment Vic had wanted to go over and punch that smirk right off his face. The challenge had been loud and clear --- you know, I know you know, and there�s nothing you can do about it.

Christ, just thinking about it produced a headache right behind Vic�s eyes. He blew out a sharp breath, and leaned his head back, avoiding looking at any of his team. Damn it he was pissed. Pissed at that manipulative dick Johannson, pissed at Dutch for being so totally clueless, and pissed at himself for caring.
After all while Dutch might be amazingly naïve sometimes, he was a grown man, and a grown man who carried a gun for Christ�s sake. So he wasn�t exactly defenseless. Then again, he thought before he could stop himself, Johannson was a big guy, powerful, an ex-marine, and Dutch wasn�t exactly street-fighter material.
For crying out loud, Vic thought, what did he think Johannson was going to do? He might be a slimy creep, but did he really think Dutch was in any danger from the guy? Maybe Shane should have called him paranoid, and not Dutch.
Anyway maybe he wouldn�t have to worry about it anymore; after all he had just given Claudette the heads up she�d asked for. Obviously she didn�t like Johannson either, although she hadn�t yet realised that his interest in her partner was sexual. Knowing Claudette though Vic was fairly confident that the realisation of what was going on would be coming pretty soon. Good, Vic thought, he�s her partner let her deal with it. He held on to that thought and tried his best to ignore the voice in the back of his mind that told him that he was already involved, and he couldn�t just wash his hands of it all.
At that moment all thoughts of Dutch, Johannson and Claudette vanished from Vic�s mind as the two pushers they�d been waiting for finally showed up, and went into the garage the team had been watching.
"Let�s go." Vic growled, looking forward to working his frustrations out on some piece of shit drug dealers.
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Claudette lay in bed and stared up at the sliver of light that stretched half way across her bedroom ceiling. It was from the street lamp outside, it�s bright light had pierced its way through a small chink in her curtains.
She couldn�t sleep, her mind going in circles. Analyzing behaviour, remembering gestures and body language, scrutinizing overheard conversations, and finally turning over and over again those parting words from Vic that afternoon --- "Keep as much of an eye on him as Johannson does." It had all fallen into place, and try as she might to find another explanation, she knew there wasn�t one.
The only thing now was what was she going to do about it? Should she tell Dutch of her suspicions? Warn him of exactly what his new friend was interested in, and it wasn�t his profiling skills. Or maybe she should confront Johannson? Get him on his own and warn him off. Or perhaps she was over-reacting. Maybe she should sit back for the moment, and just keep an eye on things. Confirm hers and Vic�s suspicions before she made a move. Claudette sighed and guessed she had a long, and mostly sleepless, night ahead of her.
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