Intoxicated eyes no longer live that life. You should have learned by now I'll burn this whole world down. I need some peace of mind, no fear of what's behind. You think you've won this fight, you've only lost your mind. You had to have it all. Well have you had enough? You greedy little bastard you will get what you deserve. When all is said and done I will be the one to leave you in your misery and hate what you've become.

"So what's it like?" Hoffman watched in mild amusement as she paused in what she was doing, peering over her shoulder to see what was starting to look like the workings of a trap idea/design that she herself had thought about.

She never turned around to face him, simply swallowing the lump in her throat and speaking softly "…what's what like?"

"Fucking that old man." at that moment she had brought a cup of tea up to her lips to take a drink only to choke on it, balling her hand into a fist and pounding at her chest for a moment to try and catch her breath.

"I beg your pardon??" turning around in her chair to lean over the back of it, she glared at the detective, her lips pursed in a tight line of distaste for his question and even more so an expression of shock/apprehension.

"I didn't stutter did I? I asked what it was like fucking John. It's not as big a secret as you may think it is." He approached slowly, placing his hand on the back of the chair and gripping tightly, pulling her around to face him and uncomfortably pinning her chair to the table she was currently working at.

"I…don't know what the fuck you're referring to. Get the fuck away from me. Now."

"Right. I know what I saw. So you can fuck a 52 year old psychopath but you denied me?" He grinned at her mounting frustration which would easily turn into aggression on her behalf. He knew John told him not to interfere with her, but sometimes the game was just too much fun.

"You raped me you pompous asshole. You didn't ask me first off dickhead and secondly none of this is your goddamned business." She leaned back further in the chair, uncomfortable with how close Hoffman was now, grinning sadistically, clearly amused by how things were transpiring. "If you touch me I swear to god…"

"What are you gonna do? Go tell John? I saw you two now twice so don't try this denying it bullshit you're going on. Seems like you quite enjoy the way it feels to be John's little pet. At least you're keeping him happy, right? Keeping him from feeling so sick?"

Her eyes got wider with each statement and she bit her bottom lip, her brows furrowing with the close proximity they were keeping to one another at the moment. Hoffman grinned and grabbed the collar of her shirt, pulling her from her chair and slamming her into the desk, pinning her there and almost getting her knee in a place he didn't want it. Ooo, she was playing dirty lately it seemed. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and she kept looking to the doorway to see if someone, anyone would show up to get her out of this predicament. She didn't know what Hoffman was thinking, but she didn't like the look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I learned my lesson. I just like to watch you squirm." He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back watching her grit her teeth and shudder in response. She reached behind her and grabbed his wrist, trying to get him to release her hair but when he refused to do so and instead started to pull harder she let go. Her heart was racing uncomfortably and if it wasn't for the fear of the detective cutting her up into little tiny pieces she would have started screaming. That was when she realized what she had the opportunity to do and her fingers fumbled around for the lamp sitting on the table. Finger wrapped tightly around it as Hoffman started to stroke her cheek with his finger, actually laughing at her flinching in response. That was before he felt the metal of the lamp crash into his skull, releasing her and stumbling backwards into the table adjacent to them. The force shattered the bulb, the little broken pieces of glass all over the table as she quickly slid down off of it, still holding the lamp over her head.

"Drop it. You don't want to do anything stupid."

"You're right…dropping it right now would be stupid. Now please, for the last time, go the fuck away." Her chest was heaving as she watched him stand up, touching the side of his temple as blood trickled down from the force that she hit him. Wow…she didn't realize she pummeled him so hard, she was just reacting to a threatening situation. She watched him grin and shake his head, watching her for quite some time before he decided to turn and head out the doorway. She still had the lamp poised above her head, anxious and wary now but when he didn't return after 2 minutes she finally set it back down, frowning at the mess she made before finding a broom and sweeping it up, throwing the tiny shards of glass into the trash. Bringing a hand to back of her neck she shook her head slowly before walking out of the room. She was caught off guard by the strong hands that grabbed her by the wrist, slamming her into the wall. She felt a strong hand at her neck and peered directly into the eyes of the detective, a flash of fire appearing in hazel eyes. She coughed and reached up as he squeezed, smirking a bit and sneering "Gonna choke me to death? How fucking cliché. Get a set of balls detective."

Clearly she enraged him as he tossed her to the floor and before she slid to a stop, he grabbed her ankles, dragging her quickly towards him and kneeled overtop of her, trapping her arms under his knees and sitting back to keep her still. She squirmed underneath of him about to shout when he pulled his gun from his holster, placing it at her temple causing her to immediately freeze. "This enough balls for you bitch?" He looked down at her and felt the discomfort in his pants, grunting a bit and shifting to try and stop the restriction. Damnit, the control was too much for him to handle. He tilted his head to the side and pressed the gun harder into her temple as he saw her smirk. He growled angrily before getting up off of her when he realized she wasn't the least bit afraid of anything he was doing and quickly exited the room.

It was a good thing he did because as she watched him leave, John entered the room having heard the commotion and she looked at him from her position on the floor. "What happened?"

She looked at him quietly for a few moments before pushing herself to her feet and straightening her clothes out, shaking her head. "I slipped. I'm fine. Hit my head but it's fine." Clearly she could see he was having a hard time believing her, but he finally exited the room. She looked in the direction the detective went before looking at the droplets of blood on her shirt from the blood that dripped down the side of his face after she cracked him over the head with the lamp. It seemed like the war had just begun.

Heaven help you.