"Nikki...." She didn't answer. It all started out as a normal day. We were staying in what could loosely be called a hotel room, really it was like an apartment that someone paid for kindly every night. "NIKKI!" He called and started banging on the door. If she was in there and not dead, he was going to make sure of it. Nothing was happening. He didn't want to open the door. He knew Nikki would be pissed if he did and she was still alive and naked. She made no hesistations about what this was. He was allowed to stay here for the free place to stay, under no circumstance was this at all romantic. He heard her moving. Oh thank god, she was alive. He moved away from the door and she came out in a towel, hair dripping wet, padding slowly to the dresser. She didn't even flinch away from her companion as he brought her into a deep embrace.

He brought his hand up to her head and cradled her head. It was just a relief to know that she was alive and that all the people who loved her wouldn't kill him for letting her die on his watch. He really didn't want that. He knew that there were a bunch of people who loved her, probably more than she loved herself sometimes. When he brought his hand back from the crown of her head it was covered in blood and he was terrified. "Nikki, did you hit yourself?"

She looked appropriately confused. He should have seen this coming. Especially with what just happened. He didn't know what to do so he showed her his hand and she looked terrified and immediately, slowly, went to carefully probe the area with her own hand when she discovered the same thing. She was horrified. He had never seen that look of terror on her face before but it wasn't pretty and wasn't something he wanted to see again in the near future. He helped her get dressed and sat her on the bed with a warm washcloth on the back of her head. He wanted more than anything to let her take the pain away. She didn't talk at all during the period of time since she got into the shower till now. It was the quietest she'd ever been around him. Even in her sleep she mumbled equations to herself. He knew because on nights he couldn't sleep he would watch her sleep.

He took her down the elevator. Thankfully, he found one that wasn't jammed and he sought out the concierge desk. It wasn't too far and the bound and determined young man stood there impatiently as one of the concierges who looked too bored to care saw him. "Do you have a problem sir?"

"Yes, I do. This young lady and I are using your top room. She blacked out in the shower and hit her head. She needs a nurse or a doctor, so please point me in the direction of the nearest hospital and we'll be on our way."

The conceirge was taken aback by the terse tone and sudden message of the young man with the girl in his hands. He didn't have time to think about it, he just pointed a couple blocks right of here because he knew that was the one they always took people to if they had problems at the hotel. The hotel was built in the vicinity of the hospital to help patient families but since the mid-90s the place had been the hotspot for all sorts of things and so prices were jacked up and patients' families were quickly forgotten about.

The concierge watched as the couple walked out of the hotel. If he hadn't seen that girl with someone else, the concierge almost would have believed that the man carrying the beauty loved her. He'd be crazy just to do anything otherwise. "What was that about, Damon?" One of the other concierges asked.

"that girl from the top floor, she bumped her head when she blacked out. Hurt pretty bad for him to worry about her." Damon replied. He had seen Nicolette a lot. Many of the concierges had seen Nicolette a lot. The never ending supply of money that she had. She was a good girl. She was apparently brilliant and star studded in all the best ways. This was just the temporary home until she found somewhere better.

"Which girl?"

Damon looked at him in shock. They were all supposed to know about that girl. If nothing else, know her face and know to be nice. "The girl. The girl we're all supposed to be nice to because she's the biggest customer this place has gotten in a long time. She's renting the big penthouse. Been up there for like a month and a half."

The other concierge slowly went through the facts as they were presented to him. He knew very well what girl Damon was talking about. "Nicolette...she hit her head? Wow, must be a hit for her to come down. She's never actually come down for a nessecity. All the things she comes down for are wants. Whenever she get the fancies."

Everyone was told to make sure everyone was here. Everyone had dossiers. Everyone was to be accounted for and for the next few days, they were to make a killing of these peoples needs and wants. Nicolette's was passed around. It was bigger than all the others combined. No one really wanted to open it. What do you say to the girl who just walked out of the hotel in need of a doctor. Damon was the last person it was handed to and it was obvious that he was the one that was going to have to deal with it. He opened it reluctantly, not really wanting to deal with the girl anymore, but it was obvious he wasn't getting out of this.

IN CASE OF EMERGANCY PERTAINING TO DR. NICOLLETTE CORDELL, CALL 323-985-4012 IMMEDIATELY. Oh, fuck. They had let her out without looking at the dossier they had on the damn woman. It said it right there on the front page in big bold capital fucking letters. Someone was probably getting killed and he knew that it wasn't going to be him today. Well, that told them how all of this was going to go down. She was going to the hospital and her cell phone number was listed under the penthouse numbers because sometimes she couldn't be bothered to pick up the hotel phone and she didn't like to miss any call.

He was just about to call when there were ten million people clacking at the desk. Upset customers, employees who were dutifully doing their jobs, and others who in general were just making a fuss. He gave his station up to someone who needed it and went into the other room with the phone numbers. The one in the dossier and the one that was listed as hers. He noticed that they seemed very similary, really, the first six were exactly the same. He knew it wasn't a coincidence but he didn't bother with it. He started dialing the numbers of the dossier number and he clicked call and awaited a voice. He really didn't want another voice on the line. He would be quite happy with a machine.

"Hello?" The voice was gruff and oddly accented, Damon noted. It probably was also annoyed. He didn't want to annoy anyone more than they already were annoyed. This whole blackout thing was a big mess. "Hello?"

The voice sounded angrier and meaner this time then it did before. That was his queue to talk. Once he remembered how. "Hi, I'm Damon, a concierge at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel in Los Angeles. Regrettably, I'm informing you of an emergency. Nicolette Cordell was escorted off the premises to a hospital by a young man because she had hit her head. We had a form that said we should call you immediately in the case something should happen to her."

"Damon, I'm going to give you some instructions very carefully and slowly that if not followed will make me extremely upset. I need some valuable peices of information right now. What hopital did she go to and who was it that helped her out?"

He knew not to joke around when it came to this stuff. He was actually scared of the voice on the phone and he hadn't even seen the person which was the scary part of it. Normally, a voice is nothing. It's only something you communicate with. "She was escorted by someone who seemed to know her really well. He seemed like he liked her. Seen him around several times with her. I think him name is Cereal....? I don't know, it's something weird like that. Has a girl sounding last name. And the hospital she went to is the Angeles hospital just a couple of blocks down."

"Damon, do you know if she took a phone with her?"

"No, I don't sir. Quite frankly, I'm not sure of anything right now. She just needed a hospital and it said to call you if there was an emergency."

"Damon, get back to your desk and take that dossier and put it where no one can see it. Dr. Cordell is close to me. If something happens to her, I will make sure to have your head." The phone line clicked. He had just been hung up on by someone incredibly rude and anxious to get Nicolette back. He would have to think that was one of the few people who actually liked her. He couldn't imagine what the gruff voice on the other side of the line had clicked off for.

Damon knew better than to dwell in a crisis and so he did exactly as he was supposed to and called her next. It couldn't hurt to call her. If she did have her phone she would certainly want to know what had gone down with the mystery man. He heard it ring several times until it was just about to click on to machine when he heard a voice. "Hello?" This voice was a lot gentler than the one previously.

"Is this Nicolette's phone number?"

"Yes, this is her number. She's kinda in the middle of something though. Who wants to know?"

He composed himself for yet another phone conversation. He was stronger than this. "It's Damon from the hotel. I would like to inform you that there was a phone number 323-985-4012 on a file in Dr. Cordell's dossier that was informed of her whereabouts. Figured she might get a call or visit or something."

"Whose that number?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Name never actually came up."

Nothing was heard for a long pause between the two. Damon was sure the men in this poor girls life must be crazy. No wonder she's a little bit horrendous. "Well, good talking to you Damon. We'll be in touch." Click. Another phone just clicked on him. Dammit. This was getting annoying, he was a concierge not a pissant. Why on earth was he being treated like a peon when it came to that girl? What made her so special? She was so finicky, with all her wants and desires. Nothing ever seemed good enough.

Damon calmed down, forgetting about the girl for a little while and working on other things. There were people who needed help and he was worrying about one person. He needed to be helping like eight by the time this whole thing was done. Planes to catch, trains that are leaving soon, where's my luggage? It actually felt good to be doing this type of menial work. It was numbing and easy. He didn't have to think about Nicolette and her saviors anymore. If only that were true. He knew that the way everyone acted they were gunning for someone to handle Nikki and her friends and the job had, for some unknown reason, decided that she and everyone she knew would be in his life for a while and it wasn't going to be an easy while either.