Fandom:	Houston Knights
Series:	Alternate Universe/ Made Man
Rating:	NC17
Pairing:	Joe/Levon
Archive:	Starwinder's
Title:	Like a Moth to a Flame
Author:	Starwinder
e-mail:	starwinder2of7@gmail.com
Standard Disclaimer: Houston Knights belongs to Jay Bernstein and Michael Butler and Columbia Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended. This is fan fiction, written out of love for the shows. I am making no money off this. I have no money so please don't sue me. Any original characters who may appear in these stories are the property of the author.

I'm standin' in a warehouse in Chicago trying to figure out how the hell I ended up here. I'm pretending to be muscle for a Houston drug dealer. He's up here negotiating a deal with the Chicago mobster that just got out of the limo that's parked at the other end of the warehouse.

I've been undercover for near a year now. Worked my way up to this. Number one strong-arm man for Enrico Valdez, drug dealer, arms smuggler, murderer. Took the assignment three months after my wife was killed. Guess I figured it was as good a way of getting myself killed as any other. After all, I'd gotten her killed.

I'm not real certain I've got any backup around here. The trip north was sudden, unexpected. I didn't have time to contact my people. I can only hope that the surveillance team they had on Valdez didn't get lost, otherwise I may get my original wish and not survive this assignment. Sure would hate to see Valdez and this new player get away though.

The mobster walking toward us is short and wiry, He's got black hair and a craggy face. He ain't a young man, though well preserved. It's the muscle trailing in his wake that catches my eye, almost makes me forget what I'm doin' here. He's taller than me by a couple of inches. Dark-haired and blue eyed. Dressed like a fashion model. Looks like one, too. Drop dead gorgeous as they say. He don't need the twin automatics hanging under his arms to slay me. He fastens those blue eyes on me and I feel like I just got kicked in the head by a mule.

As his boss and Valdez stop, facing each other, he drops back and to the side, taking up a position that allows him to cover his man and keep an eye on me. My cock's trying to take control of my brain and I'm tempted to walk over and say bend over and spread'm. 'Course, that would get me shot. If not by him for hitting on him, then by Valdez for not keeping my mind on business.

I know that I'm being an idiot. I haven't had a real hard on for anybody since I buried my wife. It's been like I buried my sex drive with her. 'Sides I was always a ladies man. Can't believe that the first spontaneous hard-on I've had since I lost her is pointed straight at a guy, a mafia bodyguard, no less. Caroline must be spinning in her grave.

Better get my mind back on business. It's going down. Valdez has signaled for the dope. One of the guys still in the car gets out and brings it over. The mobster waves at the one of his men. The guy comes over and does a quick test. Gives it the nod.

Mob guy signals for the money. Valdez checks it and hands it off to me. Deal's done. They're shaking hands and heading back to their respective cars. Time for me to start yelling cop. I take a deep breath and reach for my badge.

All hell breaks loose. Sirens are screaming, police cars swoop in blocking both ends of the warehouse. Somebody's on a bullhorn yelling for everybody to throw down their weapons and come out. Naturally no body does. As the bullets start to fly, I duck for cover and catch a glimpse of the mob guy and gorgeous ducking into a storeroom off to one side in the warehouse. I decide to go after them.

I follow my pistol around the door frame expecting to get shot any second. The mob guy is disappearing down a manhole into the sewer system. Gorgeous is covering him. He's pointing his gun right at me. I don't know why he doesn't shoot.

He looks straight into my eyes, smiles and holsters his gun. He turns his back and steps over to the manhole. He finds the first rung on the ladder then he's following his boss down into the sewer system. He reaches back and pulls the cover over the manhole just before he disappears.

I could have took him. I don't know why I didn't.

Scratch that.

I know exactly why I didn't. I was thinking with my prick and my prick thinks it's a compass needle and he's true north.

The End