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Title: - Predator.
Author: - Katt.
E-mail: - kattanon@hotmail.com

Rating: - NC-17.
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Archive: - I�d be honoured, just let me know. Archived at the Shield Fanfiction Archive.
Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.

Predator.
Jesus, no wonder Aceveda wanted to go into politics he sure liked the sound of his own voice, Vic thought. Vic had kinda tuned him out five minutes ago, as he briefed the Strike Team, a team of detectives and some agents from the ATF, about the imminent raid on a gang of Mexican gun runners who were holed up in Farmington. Vic knew the drill, hell he�d helped come up with the plan, so listening to Aceveda huff and puff wasn�t on his list of fun things to do.
Glancing around the room he had to smile when he noticed he wasn�t the only one who was bored. A couple of seats away Nick Johannson had partially turned in his chair, and was gazing back out at the squad room. From what he�d seen of Johannson Vic kinda liked the guy. He was new; a detective who�d transferred in a couple of days ago from the Westwood division. He was in his early to mid forties and well built, he even had a couple of inches over Dutch in height, and he obviously kept in shape with a strong muscular build. Vic had heard he was an ex-marine, and he could well believe it. He was also a real street cop, and from what he�d seen Vic liked his style, he didn�t take any shit from anybody.
Vic looked back at Aceveda, but he was still droning on, pointing to a map of the warehouse district where the raid would be going down. Flicking his eyes around the room he found his gaze resting on Johannson once more. Something in Johannson�s expression piqued Vic�s interest. Vic knew that look; Johannson was checking someone out. Johannson�s eyes were slowly following somebody as they walked through the squad room, his interest plain to see. Vic smiled to himself, and curious, turned to see whom Johannson was interested in. He was guessing maybe Danny, or one of the other female uniforms.
Vic couldn�t help feeling a little surprised when, following Johannson�s line of sight, he realised he was watching Claudette. Her and Dutch had been out on what sod lid like a pretty routine double homicide. A wife and her lover caught out by a suspicious husband armed with a gun. They�d obviously finished up at the crime scene, and had probably returned to the Barn with the suspect in custody ready to get a confession, and clear up the paperwork. Vic supposed he shouldn�t be surprised, after all for an older woman he supposed Claudette wasn�t bad. Johannson obviously thought so, his eyes never left her and Dutch as they made their way through the squad room towards their desks. So Claudette had an admirer, Vic thought to himself mildly amused. Claudette paused, and strolled over to the filing cabinets, pulling open the top drawer of one, lookinr sor something. Vic was surprised when Johannson�s intense gaze didn�t remain on her, but kept moving. Puzzled Vic turned to look again, and realised with a start that he�d been mistaken, assuming Johannson had been watching Claudette. Shit, he wasn�t watching Claudette he was checking out Dutchboy. There was no doubt about it, Johannson watched as Dutch made his way over to his desk, his eyes never leaving him. Glancing at Dutch as he pulled open a desk drawer and dropped his gun in, and then pulled off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of his chair, it was obvious that he was totally oblivious to the close scrutiny he was getting.
In the meantime, Claudette had got the file she�d wanted, and had returned to her desk, sitting down and opening up the file. She looked down at it, and then said something to Dutch, who went over to her. As Vic watched Claudette pointed to something in the file, and Dutch, wanting to get a better look, leaned forward putting one hand down on Claudette�s desk, and the other on the arm of her chair. Looking quickly back at Johannson, Vic couldn�t quite believe it when he saw that he was actually checking out Dutchboy�s ass as he bent over Claudette�s desk. However, his amusement faded slightly when he looked more closely at Johannson. The expression on his face as he looked at Dutch was intense. There was a brief glimpse of an open hunger there that made Vic feel suddenly uncomfortable.
Just then the scrap of chairs, as everyone around them began to move, signaled that the operation was about to get under way. Time for Vic to turn his attention back the matter at hand, but he made a note to himself to keep an eye on Johannson. That appraising look that he�d been giving Dutch suddenly reminded Vic of the look a predator had when it had just spotted it�s prey.
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The warehouse raid had gone like clockwork. The Mexicans had been caught with their pants down, literally for one, who�d been in a backroom screwing some local senorita when Vic and Shane had dropped in for a little coitus interruptus. Not only had they scooped up all the gang, they�d stopped enough weapons to start several gang wars from hitting the streets, as well as the added bonus of two kilos of cocaine. All in all not a bad couple of hour�s work, Vic thought to himself.
Vic had kept an eye on Johannson at the raid, as much as he could anyway during all the excitement. From what he�d seen Vic�s first impression of the guy seemed to be correct. He�d been quick, efficient and tough, just the kinda guy you�d want watching your back. Vic was beginning to wonder if maybe he was judging him too harshly. After all what had he really seen? So Johannson liked guys, that didn�t bother Vic, and he�d been eyeing Dutch up, but was it really any of Vic�s business? Dutch was a big boy, and Vic was sure he could look after himself, and besides Johannson had only looked, no harm in that. Dutch hadn�t even noticed, so what did it matter? The memory of that hungry, predatory look that had momentarily been on Johannson�s face returned, but Vic pushed it aside, deciding he was being paranoid.
The ATF agents were up in Aceveda�s office, all patting each other on the back. While Aceveda was no doubt, rubbing his hands with glee at the politically opportune headlines that would be in tomorrow�s newspapers. Meanwhile, those who�d actually done most of the real work, the Strike Team, and their fellow detectives, were all having to complete the paperwork, write reports and statements. Vic was taking a break from the paper pushing to grab himself a soda from the breakroom. As he passed through the squad room he couldn�t help but notice that there, sitting perched on the edge of Dutch�s desk, talking to him, was Johannson.
Vic briefly wondered if he should say something to Dutch, warn him of Johannson�s interest in him. Oh yeah, he thought to himself, what am I supposed to say, "Hey Dutch watch out the new guy was checking out your ass earlier, and I think he saw something he liked." Vic snorted under his breath, as if Dutch was gonna believe him if he did tell him. He�d probably think it was some kind of a practical joke or something.
One part of Vic was still of the opinion that the whole thing was really none of his business. After all if Johan wen went as far as propositioning Dutch all Dutch had to do was say no right, no big deal. In fact, for a moment Vic wished he could be a fly on the wall if Johannson did come on to Dutch. God, he could just imagine Dutchboy�s reaction. He wasn�t exactly a "people person" at the best of times, having Johannson ask him out on a date or something would probably completely freak him out. However, the smirk that had formed on Vic�s face at that thought soon disappeared, because as much as Vic tried to bury his concerns, that little glimmer of worry was still nagging away at him. Shit, Vic thought, maybe next time he�d pay more attention to Aceveda�s speeches, and less attention to his co-workers business. It would make his life a hell of a lot easier.
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