Fighting For My Soul

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Liz and Raylan were down in the shooting range under the courthouse firing for target practice. They had been going down there the last few days as Raylan worked on his aim. They finish up the round they were shooting and both reel in the target paper. Liz's were spot on center mass why Raylan's were all over the map. He let out a sign through gritted teeth before replacing the sheet with a new one. 

"Don't beat yourself up too much," Liz said as they reloaded, "its going to take time." 

"If I didn't have this stupid side pain either," he commented. 

"You're three weeks passed getting shot," Liz looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 

"Art has me on medical restrictions," He looked over at her. 

"That's temporary," Liz said before she unloaded on her target sheet. 

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She was sitting at her desk looking over files when Boyd Crowder walked in. She looked at him confused. She hadn't seen him in a while and would have been more then happy to never see him again. 

"What are you doing here?" she asked. 

"I'm here to see Raylan," he answered. 

"Hes in the locker room," she got up, "I'll tell him you're here. Go wait in the conference room for him." 

Boyd walked that way why she went over to locker room. She glanced over at him before shaking her head. She knocked on the door and Art stepped out to greet her. 

"Boyd Crowder is here to see Raylan," she told him then returned to her desk. 

"Crowder is here," Art yelled into it then turned back to face Liz, "how was your target practice this morning?"

"Stellar," she answered, "now I know what you two were gossiping about." 

"Don't get too excited," Art joked, "hes mad you out shot him." 

"He better get used to it," she joked back. 

"Never," Raylan stepped out grinning at her. 

She play punched him before returning to her desk. She watched Raylan walk into the conference room. 

"What do you think he's here about?" Tim asked. 

"Its Boyd," she sat back in her chair, "who knows." 

They both went back to what they were doing. Liz scanned files and filled out paperwork. She kept glancing over at the conference room watching Boyd and Raylan talking. When Raylan got up and in Boyd's face she sat straight up. 

"Tim," was the only thing she got out before the two started fighting. "Tim!" 

They jumped up just as the two men went through the wall into Art's office. Tim and Liz rushed to the two men pulling them apart. Tim grabbed Boyd and pinned him against the wall why Liz pulled Raylan off to the side. Tim cuffed Boyd and escorted him out. 

"Ill see ya later Raylan!" Boyd called as he was lead away. 

"What the hell was that!" Art yelled at Raylan. 

"I got after Boyd and he didn't take it lightly," Raylan said. 

"You're not suppose to be getting into fights!" Art yelled at him, "now go to your desk why I get this mess cleaned up!" 

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After work, Raylan and Liz hit the bar. Both were in need of some drinks after the last 24 hours. Raylan was in pain and Liz just needed a drink. Liz leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the ability to just sit down and sip a drink without having to worry about watching her back. 

"What are you all grinny about?" Raylan asked. 

"I think this is the first time I haven't had to worry about some Harlan low life walking through the door," she answered. 

"Don't get used to it," Raylan said, "Harlan never stays quiet long." 

"Oh believe me," she nodded at him, "I'm figuring that out." 

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Tim walked into the office and knocked on Raylan's desk to get his opinion. Raylan looked up from what he was doing.

"What's up?" he asked. 

"Somebody killed mr Delmer Coats last night," Tim let out a sigh, "along with a pizza delivery boy. They also emptied his safe." 

"I regret their passing," Raylan went back to what he was doing, "so?" 

"Well," Tim continued, "who ever killed them took Mr. Coats security system offline which is not so easy."

Raylan cut him off, "Im gonna stop you right there. Were either Mr. Coats or the Pizza man Federal fugitives?"

"No," Tim opened the file he had, "but Fletcher 'The Ice-pick' Nix is. Hes charged with interstate flight. The stab wounds on the victims are consistent with an ice-pick."

"I can't help you," Raylan closed the file and through it back at Tim, "I'm on light duty." 

Liz turned to face the two men, the conversation sparking her interest.  

"Maybe Racheal or Liz," Raylan gestured to the two woman.

"Oh ya," Tim looked over at Liz, "I'd rather take Liz but uh.." 

"But uh what?" Raylan said. 

"Winn Duffy's security company did the installation, " Tim dropped an evidence bag in Raylan's desk containing a sticker saying "Duffy Security." 

Liz leaned back in her chair watching the scene as Raylan looked at the sticker then back at Tim. 

"Is there a question attached to this?" 

"Duffy is the only lead I got and figured you'd help me out," Tim explained. 

"Why would ya think that?" 

"Cuz you have that thing."

"What thing?" 

"Where you two killed Gary together."

"That's funny," Raylan fake grinned at Tim then stood up, "Excuse me, Im out of staples and getting light on paper clips." 

"Seriously Raylan," Liz commented, "help a brother out." 

"I cant talk to Duffy," Raylan looked at her.

"Why not?" asked Tim. 

"Cause last time I saw him I said our next conversation wasn't going to be a conversation," Raylan looked passed Tim at Liz. 

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. 

"This is a different conversation," Tim said.

Liz leaned back in her chair and started laughing at the whole scene. 

"Hes got you there Raylan!" 

"You shut up!" he pointed at her then looked at Tim, "Fine! But just this once."

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