I'm baaaaaaccck! just started watching this new show & am hooked. Author's note: I own no one in the Deception TV series. Rights and material are property of ABC. My only OC's are Cassie. And the eventual product of a booze-filled,whirlwind evening. Enjoy and please R&R :)

One could say Cameron Black was very skilled at his craft. Turning a meager deck of cards into a pure resplendent attraction was child's play. Regardless of bitter scandal involving his twin brother, Johnny, he still managed to retain quite the following. Even after trading the magnificent Las Vegas stage for the gritty streets of New York, consulting for the FBI.

One such following came in the form of a 25 year old woman named Cassandra Barnes. Cassie for short. Stature was rather on the petite side. Hazel eyes and flowing locks of sandy blonde hair that fell slightly past her shoulders. Dressed in an eye-catching plunge neck, black lacy top and pale pink faux leather mini skirt. She certainly knew how to turn heads. And on that night, it was the illusionist that was left speechless. Contrary to popular belief, bars weren't his usual scene. But considering the ongoing investigation into his brother's setup and instant shambles of what was formally his grand Sin City career. He felt he owed it to himself the double-malt scotch that sat in front of him.

Despite the sea of people, she still manages to spot him at the bar front. Focus split between his phone and tumbler. There's an open seat beside him and zeros in to make her move. Sliding in almost nonchalantly next to him. Even this wasn't enough to deter his attention away from his phone. That was until she, not so subtly, clears her throat. He turns his head towards the sound. Eyes widen at the sight of her. Leaving him momentarily at a loss for words. She laughs softly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You're Cameron Black, aren't you?"

She asks rather coyly. As if she didn't already know the answer. He feels his face flush a bit. However, at this point, he had enough wits about him to know she was putting on some type of front. Problem was, he didn't care.

"I am..you're a fan I take it?"

The corners of his lips give way to an almost conceited-like smile. She nods her head as he takes a sip of whiskey. Suddenly she produces a small piece of paper and slides it over in his direction.

"Well, my name's Cassie, and if interested. I'm staying at the Marriott on Lexington Avenue"

Damn. No beating around the bush with her, he thought. She shot him one last impish smile and disappears into the crowd. He smirks, laughing a bit internally at what had just transpired. Either she really was a legitimate fan as she claimed. Or an escort. Not that he opposed either, to be honest.

He unfolds the paper to reveal her room number. Shocker. Mulling over whether to take a hard pass and continue drinking, or go after the nookie in waiting. Some time had passed and the longer he sat, the more he was inclined towards the latter. He glanced at the creased paper again, simultaneously finishing the last of his drink. Room number 203, he smirks. Pays the tab and embarks upon the hotel. Weaving between the masses of people. Despite the light drizzle, the building was only a couple blocks away, so he chose to walk.

The brightness inside of the hotel entrance nearly blinding him. Not bothering to ask guest service where the room was. He enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. Taking the elevator a floor up. The god-awful lounge music playing over the speakers in the cab. It wasn't long until he hears a ding. Signaling he had hit his destination. The hallway seemed unusually empty. Sounds echoing off the white walls.

This unnerves him a bit, but hardly something to make him want to quit. After some time of scanning door numbers, Cameron arrives at 203. Brushing his hair back and adjusting his suit jacket, he raps on the door. He hears the familiar click and sees Cassie standing before him in the doorway. Only this time. She had swapped her mini skirt and top for a matching pair of red lace panties and bra.

"Well hello there, Mr. Magic man"

She says playfully. If he wasn't hooked before. He was now. That smirk returning to his face.

"Well hello to you"

Came a pert response. He wasn't sure what came over him. He barely knew this woman, and yet, she drew him in like he had with his audience. She takes a step back and motions for him to follow suit. At this point, sirens should've been on high alert in his head, but that seductive smile asphyxiated them. Next thing he knew. More booze was flowing and time seeming to slip away.

He was startled awake, albeit, still in a fog, by the sound of an incoming call on his cell the next morning. Vision not yet fully adjusted. However, it's immediately apparent he is now semi-naked. With the exception of his boxers and bed sheets up to his midsection.

"What the Hell happened last night?"

He asks himself in a groggy haze. It was until he tried moving his arm to silence the phone that he heard an odd metallic, scraping sound. He was handcuffed to the bed. And the girl long gone. He arches a brow.

"Hmm..kinky".