This story has been in my mind since I started watching TDI. This is a oneshot. I think if I added anymore it would ruin it. Let me know what y'all think, yah?

Life sucked. That's all there was too it. Prison, worse then juvy, but still the same principle. He had to work a little harder to not get caught next time. Next time, yeah but that was if he got released this time. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the cold cement ceiling. Cement ceilings, cement walls, barred doors. Shit, he was starting to understand why those zoo animals attacked their trainers. He had wanted on more then one account to attack the guards. He let a smile crawl across his face as he mentally pictured himself pouncing on a guard lion style. He closed his eyes and blocked out the noise coming from his cell mate. A rising commotion on one of the lower levels signaled a potential lock down. He frowned as he blocked it out further until it all became a gentle whirring background noise. He took in a deep breath, imagining that instead of the musky smell he took in nothing but fresh air. His fingers ached to feel the grass again. Three years. Three long miserable years he had been in the hell hole. Sure they were allowed yard time, but what good was dry dead grass and dirt if you couldn't run without a tower guard pinning you down the scope of an assault rifle? All because he let his temper get the best of him All because of that STUPID reality show he went on when he was sixteen. And all because of that goody-two shoes CIT. He blinked his eyes open as his thoughts moved over to that saucy little thing. Such a good girl. Such a pain in the ass, but what he wouldn't give to be back with her. His mind seemed to wander to her more then it should.

He brought his hands up and folded them behind his head. He had almost forgotten what she looked like. Almost, but not fully. She had freckles. He knew that, and perfectly kept brown hair. Did she wear a skirt..? No, that was that blonde dumbbell. No she wore those tight pants with the layered shirt as if she was already an office professional. She had those deep intense onyx eyes that held just enough mischief in the farthest corners to catch his attention. Then there was the tiny body of hers. He had found out all too well just how well she fit in his hands. He closed his eyes as he remembered the look on her face when he showed up on her door step. She was completely shocked, but it was a good shocked. He could still feel the force rolling inside of him in which she threw her arms around him. He had felt so warm, and content. Their relationship was fully of spontaneity, mostly due to the fact that she changed her mind quite frequently.

He had tamed down a lot, he realized this pretty quick, but not before she let him pierce her naval. He felt the smile pull at his lips. He had tried to talk her into to letting him pierce her tongue, or her lip, but she didn't want it to be visible. So of course, he just had to ask if he could pierce her nipple. He hadn't checked but he probably still had the scar on his cheek where she hit him and her ring busted the skin.

She was so upset that she hurt him that she let him pierce her naval as soon as he could see straight. He closed his eyes as remembered vividly how she laid down on her couch and pulled her shirt up, but not enough for him to get a look at the goods. She was so modest, and it really wasn't the good girl thing, more then it was the pure fact that she was ashamed of her body. Wrongfully ashamed. He had rubbed his hands together so they wouldn't be cold, but she jumped when he touched her anyway. He still didn't know whether it was fear or something more that caused the jolt, and he probably would never know. She didn't even wince, however, as he jabbed the needle through the flesh. She was quiet, and watched him with curiosity and intensity riding her eyes.

He heard the weight of his cell mate shift in the bunk underneath him, bringing him out of his memories for a moment. But only for the briefest of instances, and he dove back into those memories. They were some of the best he had. He remembered the warmth and silky smooth texture that her skin possessed as he wiped the small stream of blood from her stomach as he slid in the ring. He could remember thinking as he screwed the ball into place, that her caramel skin was almost as perfect as she was.

He closed his eyes as he took himself back to that very instant. An urge over took him. He just wanted to touch her. It was like his mind shut off as he bent over her. He heard her gasp in a breath as he kissed her stomach. She didn't exhale until he sat back up. He could see the look on her face just as plain as ever. She was surprised confused and a little angry all at the same time. The mixture of feelings swelled in his gut and brought a little nausea to the back of his throat. Three years. They had been together three years to the day when everything started going down hill. He sat up as he heard the guards coming their way.

"Up and at-em, there slick." He jumped down off of his bunk and shot a glare at his diminutive cell mate.

"Stick it, woman." He growled at the bitch. The man fell back on his bed laughing then stood up.

"That's not my job, honey buns." The large guards stopped at their cell door and looked in. Duncan glared at his cousin as he opened the cell door. Out of all the families in the world he had to belong to one that had nothing but cops and prison guards.

"C'mon Duncan. You've got a visitor." The cell door opened with that dragging scraping sound of iron. The other guard held Shio back, as his cousin clamped the irons over his wrist. He dread hearing those words. More often then not, it was some producer or host of a reality show that wanted to follow him through prison life, or offer him a deal after he was released. Sickening bastards. They fed and thrived off of his misery. Anything to make a quick buck. Money Money Money.

Duncan snarled as he walked down that cold row of cells. He hated anything to do with reality shows. It was the reason he was locked away. He and Courtney had made plans to go to one of the parks just outside of the city. She had spilled something on her shirt, he couldn't remember now what it was, and decided that she needed to stop and buy a new one. For whatever reason women have to buy something new. She drug him into one of the higher up stores, of course it had to be one he stood out in like a sour thumb. She was trying on a hot little red shirt when who should come walking up but Chris Mcwhatever, reality show host and all around ass hole. He ignored him for the most part until he started talking about Courtney, and their relationship. Chris was pushing his buttons and he knew it. The reality host tired to put such a perfect air on when he was on camera, but once the film stopped his demons came out. He held his temper until Chris made one comment to many.

"Didn't take you long to hit it." And that was it. Good old Duncan made a heated come back and beat the man into the ground, with Courtney pulling on him, telling him to stop. He closed his eyes for a moment as the guard unlocked the door to the lower level. He could feel the anger building in his chest, even then, three years after the fact. He was sentenced to four years for assault with intent to injure. Chris's lawyer had pushed for attempted murder, but due to the fact his folks on the force could prove via the store surveillance system that the attack was provoked, it was lowered. The one time in his life he was actually backed by his family.

He had practically sentenced himself to four years of misery. Prison he could handle. It was the fact that after his indictment Courtney's family stepped in and forbade her to even write to him. He had contact with DJ and Geoff through mail and DJ would visit, and send him pictures of animals. Geoff and written him just a short while after he was moved to the new prison. Courtney was sent to college abroad and would be in London for most of the length of his prison term. Duncan snorted to himself as the guard opened the door to the call room. She had probably fallen in love with some tall handsome English gentleman, married and had eight kids by now. He mused to himself cynically as he walked to the last booth. He turned to look at who had the nerve to visit him and interrupt his daydreams. He froze.

A pair of the most beautiful onyx eyes stared at him, with tears glistening in them. Brown hair was pulled neatly into an up-do to match the Giovanni suit. His heart skipped beats in his chest as he looked over her, even more beautiful than he remembered. The modest make up she wore, screamed professionalism, but that little hint of glisten on the plump of her lips gave her all the sexiness that she needed.

"Courtney..." He managed out in a choking whisper. She smiled at him as she stood up. He was still almost across the room. He hadn't taken a single step since he saw her. She saw the breath practically leave his body as he forced himself forward. She put her hand against the glass, and he just stared at it. He brought his hand up against the glass matching hers.

"It's been so long Duncan."

"Princess...why..."Was all he could say as they sat back down. She smiled as she wiped the tears from her face. She pulled a briefcase up and set it on the table in front of her.

"I've really missed you."

"I've missed you too, princess. But..." Duncan's voice trailed off as her smile brighten as she pulled a piece of paper out of her briefcase. She looked up at him and pressed the certification paper against the glass.

"Guess who's your new lawyer?"