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Undertow	By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 1328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: - Dancing Through The Fire
Author: - Katt
E-mail: - kattanon@yahoo.co.uk

Rating: - R
Series: - Undertow Part 7a/?
Feedback: - Like it or loathe it let me know
Archive: - Archived at the Shield Fanfiction Archive
Disclaimers: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX. The song "You Do Something To Me" was written and performed by Paul Weller.

Dancing Through The Fire � "Pay In Pain"

"You do something to me, something deep inside

I�m hanging on the wire, for a love I�ll never find

You do something wonderful, then chase it all away

Mixing my emotions, that throws me back again
Hanging on the wire, I�m waiting for the change

I�m dancing through the fire, just to catch a flame

And feel real again
You do something to me, somewhere deep inside

I�m hoping to get close, to a peace I cannot find."

It was late, and Vic really should�ve been home hours ago, but first he had something he needed to do. He didn�t want to do it, but he could see no other way, if Lowe wasn�t going to be reasonable, then Vic would just have to play dirty. Ben wanted Shane to take the fall over the drugs mess, but Vic couldn�t let that happen, he�d already promised Shane that he wasn�t giving up on him. If that meant he�d have to throw Julien to the bigoted, homophobic wolves then he would, after all Shane was his partner. He�d watched Vic�s back more times than Vic cared to remember, and if Shane was in trouble now Vic knew that it was partly due to Terry�s death. Shane couldn�t get it out of his mind, and it was making him spin out of control, Vic had to be there for him, to pull him back from the brink, just until Shane got his head together again.
Glancing at his watch Vic winced at the lateness of the hour, Corrine would be mad at him, but still what else was new there. He�d better get a move on if he wanted to catch Julien�s "friend" though. From what he�d read on Motyashik�s rap sheet the guy was a con-artist, he�d take Lowe for everything he could get and then leave him high and dry. Vic figured he was probably doing Julien a favour. First though he needed to take a piss.
Strolling toward the toilets Vic frowned when he saw the suit jacket hanging from the back of the chair, and the open file on the desk. Pausing, he looked down at the smiling face of a murdered thirteen-year-old prostitute, and he felt his heart clench a little in his chest. Not only for Sally, but for Dutch too, who seemed to be taking this case far too much to heart. It wasn't the first late night he knew Dutch had put in on this case; the guy was beginning to look tired, worn-down. He knew he wasn�t the only one to notice, he�d caught Claudette shooting her partner little worried looks when Dutch wasn�t looking. If the guy carried on like this, working himself into the ground, unable to leave cases at work at the end of the day, he�d burn out. Either give up and stop caring, or try to find some peace at the bottom of a bottle, or at the end of his gun. Vic shuddered, he�d seen it happen too often, and he didn�t want to see it happen to Dutch.
Lost in thought Vic was slightly startled to come face to face with the object of his thoughts when he pushed open the door to the ladies. Dutch looked equally surprised to be disturbed, and jumped back from the sink where he�d been leaning forward studying his face in the mirror. Looking at him Vic�s concern deepened when he noticed how much darker, and deeper, the black circles under Dutch�s eyes had become. The front of his shirt had little wet spots on it, and the front of Dutch�s hair was wet, Vic figured he�d probably been trying to wake himself up by splashing some cold water on his face � not a good sign.
Vic was glad to have caught the younger man alone. It seemed to him that since the day of Sally�s murder investigation Dutch had been avoiding him. There had been a moment that day when Vic had been sure he�d seen the need, the desire, in the other man�s eyes, an echo of his own feelings, but since then Dutch always seemed to have somewhere else to be whenever Vic came anywhere near him. Eye contact had certainly been lacking, Dutch studiously gazing at the floor when Vic was around. Just like now in fact.
"You�re here late." Vic said, making sure he stood in front of the door, cutting off Dutch�s retreat.
"Yeah, well�work. You know how it is." Dutch mumbled back at him, shrugging, his body language tense, his eyes diverted.
"You look tired," Vic commented softly. "Maybe you should call it a night."
Dutch looked up at him, his eyes searching Vic�s face for a moment. His eyes locked with Vic�s, and again Vic saw something flash in their depths, a quick glimpse before it was hidden away again.
"I�m leaving now�What about you? Going home or�" Dutch�s voice petered out a little and Vic suddenly caught a subtle meaning, perhaps an opportunity, an invitation. Shit, if he didn�t need to get this drug mess cleared up,
"I�d like to, but I�ve got work to do�a case."
"Oh." Dutch said, his voice sounding kind of flat, disappointed even. "I�ll say goodnight then."
Dutch moved forward making for the door, and Vic moved to one side to let him pass, but something made him reach out. His hand locked around Dutch�s wrist, his fingers feeling the warm, smooth skin, the slight play of tendons under the flesh. The flutter of Dutch�s pulse beating through his skin, speeding up the longer Vic held onto him. As soon as Vic had touched him Dutch had stilled, his eyes dropping back down to the floor, his shoulders becoming tense again, but he made no move to pull away from Vic�s grasp. Unable to stop himself Vic made small circular motions on the sensitive skin inside Dutch�s wrist with his fingertips, and felt Dutch�s heart beat flutter a little faster.
"You need to take a break Dutch. You can�t take everything so much to heart. I know catching Sally�s killer is important to you, but you won�t do it if you make yourself ill. If you need to talk, if you need someone�to be there for you. I�m here."
Dutch�s eyes flitted back up to his face, and once again Vic felt himself being scrutinized, it was as if Dutch wasn�t sure whether he could trust him or not. Saddened by that thought Vic concentrated on gazing steadily back at the younger man, and hoped he was communicating his sincerity.
Vic was elated when Dutch smiled slightly at him, and said quietly,
"Thanks, I�m starting to realise that I think."
Then Dutch moved once again towards the door, but he still didn�t pull away from Vic completely. Instead he slowly pulled his hand through Vic�s, his fingers trailing over Vic�s palm, and briefly squeezing Vic�s fingertips before letting go. Then he was gone, and Vic was left standing in the ladies toilets, his hand tingling and a wide grin on his face.

"Dancing through the fire, just to catch a flame

Just to get close to, just close enough

To tell you that�
You do something to me, something deep inside."
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