All the usual Disclaimers. Not mine, no profit. (Darn it!) Yet another chat fic, courtesy of prodding from Ulli.

Angie was just coming home. She couldn't wait to tell Rollie about the new "toy" she had seen at the computer store. She hung her jacket up on the coat rack and called out for her husband. "Rollie!" She was surprised when there wasn't a response. Now, where could he be? He hadn't mentioned going anywhere. She looked around for a clue (or a note). "I hope Mira hasn't got him mixed up in another case!" She realized there was something else missing - Blue wasn't there either! That did not bode well. Mira must have called him and he had taken Blue with him to help with whatever it was this time. Just then there was a knock on one of the front doors. Angie opened the door to find...

"Mira? Where's Rollie?"

"That's who I came to see. Don't tell me he isn't here?"

"Rollie isn't here," Angie said with a straight face.

"I asked you not to tell me that! We may have a BIG problem, Angie!"

"What problem, Mira? Rollie isn't on call for the cops, you know. You don't even pay him!"

"Okay, I didn't want to be the one to tell you this, Angie... It may be nothing, but one of my snitches says Loubar is back in town."

"LOUBAR!" Angie yelled at the top of her voice. "I am sick and tired of Loubar!"

"You and me both, Angie!" Mira nodded emphatically. "So what are we going to do about putting him away once and for all?"

"If I find him, you could shoot him," Angie suggested.

"They've done that before. He keeps coming back."

Angie frowned, thinking. "Blow him up?"

"No, doesn't work. He just keeps coming back for more."

"You're right. Maybe he's immortal! So..."

"We cut off his head!" They chorused and laughed heartily.

"That might work," Mira said, "but let's save it as a last resort. First, let's make sure he hasn't got his hooks into Rollie already."

"Right," Angie nodded and whipped out her cellphone, punching Rollie on the speed dial.

Both women waited anxiously for him to answer. "Come on, come on, Tyler, pickup!" Mira muttered.

Angie let out her breath in a gasp when she heard a familiar voice on the other end. "Rollie! Where are you?"

"What do you mean? Why are you at the grocery store?"

"All right already! I get the idea! You wanted some ice cream. Now get your butt back here! Our, uh, problem may be back."

"Do the initials VL mean anything to you?" She answered in a mockingly sweet tone.

"Yes. That. Now get back here! NOW!" Angie hung up. "He's on his way. Knowing Rollie, you'll probably need to give him a ticket for speeding."

"How can we be sure that it's him and not Loubar?" Mira asked anxiously.

"That's easy," Angie snapped her fingers. "A kiss will tell the tale. Loubar hasn't got a thing on my Rollie."

Mira looked uncertain. "Well, I guess you're the one who would know."

"You bet your badge I know!" Angie shot back. "Now, where's Bluey?" She looked around the bottom floor of the loft, wondering.

The doors burst open. Mira whipped out her gun and spun on one heel, pointing the weapon, ready to fire.

"Angie! Are you alright, sweetie?" Rollie gasped out.

The blonde frowned. "Why are you out of breath, Rol?"

"You called me," Rollie wheezed, "and said Loubar is back. I ran all the way back from the store!"

"You mean you didn't drive?" Angie blinked. Rollie always drove when he went to the grocers.

Rollie shook his head, holding one side, trying to get his breath back.

Angie sashayed up to him and kissed him... thoroughly just to make sure. She nodded slightly to Mira when she pulled back. "Why didn't you take the car, like you always do?"

"Ange, you keep saying I need to exercise more. The doctor keeps saying it. Even I keep saying it!" The Aussie threw his hands into the air. "I decided the walk would do me good. It's not like I was picking up a lot of stuff."

"Only you, Tyler, would walk to the store to pickup ice cream for exercise," Mira smirked.

"Now," Rollie straightened up. "Why do you think Loubar is back?"

"One of my snitches told me that he saw a guy who looked like you," Mira reported, sobering immediately.

"Uh, Mira, no offense, but how do you know he didn't see me?" Rollie asked, slightly puzzled.

Mira frowned at him. "Unless you've found the secret to growing hair back," she grabbed a lock and pulled - hard, "this guy had really short hair."

"Ow!" Rollie glared at her. "Watch it, Sanchez!" He grinned slyly. "Why would Loubar look like me with really short hair? What's the point? Everybody knows my hair isn't short."

Angie's brow furrowed in thought. She looked at Rollie, wondering whether she should kick his shin or let him dangle the Latino cop on a hook.

"Uh," Mira frowned, unable to think of an answer.

"Hmm... Gray at the temples?" Rollie smirked and wrapped an arm around Angie's waist.

Angie put a hand on her husband's chest. "Is Blue with Quentin, Rol?"

"Yeah, he picked him up earlier this afternoon, Ange."

"Who's Quentin?" Mira asked, suddenly suspicious.

"He's a friend," Rollie answered, "who, it just so happens, looks a lot like me, but he has an almost military haircut and is graying at the temples."

"Uh, Mira, you don't have any cops looking for him, do you?" Angie asked her.

The cop frowned, "Well, d'uh! Yes! Loubar, Angie! Remember Loubar!"

"Maybe you better call them off, before they find Quen," Rollie advised.

"Why?" Mira looked at Rollie. "They won't hurt him unless he does something stupid, like pull a gun."

"Mira, you better make that call. I know this guy. He won't be the one getting hurt. Your guys will."

"Yeah," Rollie grinned. "Especially if Quen's 'ladies' see them first."

"Ladies? What is this guy? Casanova?" Mira grumbled as she pulled out her cell phone.

Angie's eyes brightened. "D.D., Cassie and Shane? They're all here?"

"Everybody except Duncan, Ange," Rollie laughed as his wife hugged him, then bounced with excitement. "We'll be joining them for dinner tonight."

"Uh, you can join us, Mira, if you like," the FX artist offered.

"Some other time, Tyler, some of us have work to do," Mira sniffed and stormed out of the loft.

"What's got her underwear in a knot?" Rollie asked the air.

"I think she's embarrassed," Angie answered. "Are they on a mission?" She asked, a bit nervously.

"Huh?" Rollie looked to his wife. "No, they just flew back from Europe. They're taking a couple of days off here before heading back to L.A. and work."

"Cool," Angie smiled happily, already making plans of where to take her friends.

This is something of a sequel, taking place after Witches Brew to be found on CrossRoads