Who: Shane and Vaughn What: A little light smothering. Where: 1002 When: The middle of the night, after this. Warnings: Swearing, violence.
Vaughn had hurt Boyd. And no matter what had happened that afternoon, no matter what he'd said or what Boyd now knew or whether she ever wanted to see him again, Shane was not going to allow anyone to hurt Boyd any more than she'd already been hurt.
He had most of the apartment numbers memorized by now, and even though he'd never met Vaughn he was able to quickly place her in the apartment building. He went up to the tenth floor around two in the morning, wearing a long, dark coat. If anyone saw him, he'd look like he was just out wandering the building at all hours, coming home from a late night out. He looked drawn enough for it, at any rate.
He had a pair of lock picks palmed, and slid them out of his sleeve and into the lock when he reached the door to 1002. No sound from inside, which was a good sign. If she was awake? Well, he was prepared for that contingency as well, a gun heavy in his pocket. Boyd had demanded he not kill anyone, and he planned to be true to his word. If he could help it.
The lock clicked open, and Shane opened it a crack. It was dark inside. He slipped through the doorway and shut the door behind him, listening. No sound. Good.