I always liked Troy and Taylor together but I never how to put them with each other. So I did some experimenting and TADA ... A awesome story in the making. I hope you all think so too

Remember I don't own Taylor and Troy... I only own their feeling and acts of emotion

There's only a small part of Chad and Taylor... nothing big I promise

I should tell you now that there will be a dark Troy... but you have been warned

Don't like this gorgeous couple together then don't READ and SCRAM (i always wanted to say that)

ENJOY

Prologue…

This couldn't be right. I was not an evil person. I was just me. Regular, smart Taylor who majored in nursing, received her RN license, went back to school for my doctorate and still finishing my third year. That's the girl I am and I couldn't possibly think why my name was now on the most wanted list and that the grant for my head was inexplicably large., dead or alive. A shiver ran through my body as the two men that sat across the room were completely oblivious of the fax they had just received. If I could just get the paper and get rid of it then at least I could have more time to think of how I was going to escape. Slowly Tay… slowly. I whispered in my head trying to give myself as much encouragement as possible. I got over to the fax machine and gripped up the paper as slowly as I could. When I had a full grip on it I shoved it up my shirt. I quickly turned around to see if one of the two men had seen me. No, thank God. I began backing up towards the gray door that concealed the bathroom. As soon as I was in the small gray room I pulled the piece of paper out of my shirt and read over the black little words. It was horrifying to know I that I was on some ones ht list.

"Taylor?"

My heart sped up a couple notches and I grabbed onto the paper for dear life.

"McKessie?" He sounded aggravated.

"I'm using the bathroom. Give me some privacy." My hands were shaking as I tried to find somewhere to hide the paper so I could finish reading it.

"McKessie!" He punched the door once.

"Alright, aright. I'm coming." I stashed the paper under the mat in front of the toilet, flushed the toilet, washed my hands and dried them on my clothes. I opened the door and came up against a pair of cold eyes. "Gosh cant you give me a decent-"

"Where is it?"

I swallowed hard. "Where is what?" I tried to move around him but he mimicked me.

"Don't play games with me."

"I'm not playing any games damn it."

I wanted to take a step back but he grabbed onto my arm hauling me up against him. "I wont ask you again."

I was scared again. I knew damn well that I wasn't going down the right path to safety but at least I hadn't been 'wanted' then. Now I was 'wanted' and I was in this place with two men who could snap my neck without a second thought. I knew I should just give him the paper but where would that leave me. I'm sure he already knew what was on that paper but I hadn't even thought that someone could have phoned him and told him about the fax. I was doing what my brain had thought was right at the moment. Even though my brain was in a static frenzy. I looked up into those eyes afraid of what I was going to ask next.

"Are you going to kill me?" I wanted him to tell me now and not have me in some type of nerve wrecking panic.

Dangerous Reunion

"Yeah, yeah I know." I sighed into the cordless phone I held up to my ear. "But you know that with the kind of job Chad does I can't leave the country so fluently." The rain patted up against the wide, tall and exquisite windows that looked over New York city and its vibrant life. It was a wonderful sight to see especially when the sun went down and all the lights come out to dance. I stood there in my silk white kimono leaning up against the glass staring down from my tastefully furnished penthouse.

"So what do you want me to tell mom Taylor?" Trisha, my twin sister, said sitting in the coffee lounge of our hometown hospital.

"I don't know Trisha. Cant you think of something? You know I really do wish I could be back at home to support moms recovery with you."

"That's kind of hard to tell." I could hear the tiredness and edge of sadness in my sisters voice. I felt a twinge of guilt knowing that I couldn't do anything to release some of those stress triggers.

"Trish you know I…" I stopped. What could I possibly say? Tell her that I wish that I were back at home again. Every time I repeated those words to Trisha it was like they began to sound more and more like excuses than apologies.

"Look sis it's late and I'm really tired."

"Your not the only one."

"I know I'm not but if I could I would be there with you right now. Um I still need to go take a shower. I cooked today and you know how messy I can get."

That bought a small chuckle out of my sister. "Is your kitchen still intact?" I sighed in relief unsure if it was from knowing my sister laughed or the small amount of life that came back into her voice. "My kitchen is still intact but I cant say the same for myself."

The both of us laughed simultaneously.

"Well I'll call you tomorrow since they're moving mom to another room today. You know the doctor said she should be out in a week if she reacts fondly to the medicine she's receiving."

"She'll accept the medicine just fine and I bet she'll be out in the next three days." I said heading upstairs to the next floor and into my bathroom.

"You were always so sure of everything."

"Just as sure as I am about my gift for cooking." I listened as Trisha laughed again. "I love you Trisha." I whispered knowing just how much she needed to hear that.

"I love you too Tay. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Kiss mom for me" I cut off communication wishing I could catch those hundreds of miles to Mexico where I wanted to be. I wanted to be here too but since Chad, my husband, was out on a business trip I was stuck in New York in an empty penthouse alone. Cordless phone still in hand, I turned on the faucets for my bath and placed in three cubes of aroma suds. Sitting on the edge of the tub, I massaged the small ache in my neck. It would have been better if Chad was here to use his special ways to get this ache out of my neck. I smiled thinking back to just last week before Chad had left. I was sitting in this exact same spot but I was fully naked then and the tub was completely full just waiting for my 5'6" body to enjoy it. I was massaging my neck in the same spot when he came into the bathroom making himself comfortable by leaning up against the bathrooms archway.

"Does your neck need some attention?" He had asked just starring at me.

"It depends on what kind of attention your willing to give." I answered.

He had walked over to me still in his crisp black suit pants and his white cuff shirt; sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His eyes as captive as a bottle of whiskey to a tempted sober man starred right at me. I had always felt that rush of desire when he looked at me like that. His brown hair was short and nicely cut. It never was out of place if you didn't count after they would have mindless sex. He was clean shaven and as he sat behind me I could smell his smooth and clean scent. His hands worked their miracles and like they always did, they found my weak spot which made me completely submit. We had sex on the edge of the tub and in the tub not caring that the water was overflowing from both of our bodies.

The memory of us was so vivid it made me shudder as I stood up to confront myself in the full length oval mirror. My hair was in a messy brown ponytail with little pieces falling out to kiss my neck and shoulders. My sweet brown eyes pierced back at me softly. I had natural pink lips and a beauty mark that sat, small and round, on my chin. I was a living breathing image of my sister. The only difference was that her beauty mark was on the opposite side of her face under her left eye.

After another moment or two I turned the gold faucets off and untied the silk belt around my kimono. I hesitated a moment after I heard the sudden click behind me and gulped when I saw the figure behind me in the reflection of the gold faucets. It was a man. I could tell by the broad shoulders under the black blazer he wore. He must be dealing with some serious people because a regular break in wouldn't acquire such formal dressing. I couldn't see his face but I didn't need to, to know that my night was taking a different turn. The man wasn't Chad and I knew that for sure because even though he moved with no sound I could sense him and he also wasn't the kind to try anything that would scare me. A click of a gun was way different from the click of a hill on a shoe.

I placed my hands back on the belt of my kimono trying to retie it.

"Don't move." His voice was heavy and husky. I didn't move. "Taylor McKessie?" He was calling me by my former name.

"Its Taylor Danforth. Its been like that for three years now." Something touched the back of my head. I only prayed it wasn't what I thought it was even though I knew it was.

"Speak out of order like that again and I'll make sure you wont ever be able to again."

A ball of sweat ran down my neck and settled on my shoulder. He didn't have to tell me twice. A twinge of fear came over me but I tried to hide it. If my legs started shaking I didn't know if I could stop those.

"Where's Mr. Danforth? You can talk."

"He's not here."

"Then where is he?"

"I don't know."

The gun was forced more into my head. "You don't know?" He repeated.

"That's what I just said." I spoke trying to keep attitude from forming in my voice and from balling my hands up in fury. It was a habit I had since I was young.

The sudden hit on my shoulder caused my already shaky knees to give out. I grabbed onto the edge of the bathtub for balance. I turned to give the intruder a look that could kill. Already knowing the kind of dangers I may get in by being married to a multi millionaire hotel owner, who secretly ran an assassination business on the side, could bring: I was not going to have some asshole come into my home threaten and hit me.

"If you have questions go find the mouth you need to hear it from cause I don't have any answers." I saw his face for a quick second before he grabbed my neck to set me straight.

Brown hair, dark blue eyes, tight jaw, tattoo or scar on the left side of his neck and no facial hair. I was a quick observer. Keen like my mother and fast like my father.

"You know what I do to people like you who cant control their tongues.

"Surprise me…" I wanted to say but new better. "What?" I asked kind of regretting the fact that I did.

He pulled away the hair, that was escaping my ponytail, from my ear and whispered. "I drown them."

I felt the rush of my bath water as I was plunged into it. Taken by surprise I wasn't able to take a breath. A worthy amount of seconds went by before my head was pulled out of the water. I grasped for air and tried to keep myself upright so I wouldn't collapse.

"Now shall we try this again Ms. Danforth? Where's your husband?"

I placed my hands more securely on the tub. My breath came short but it was coming around. At least until my head was plunged forward again. When I was allowed to come back up I felt like I couldn't reach air fast enough. My lungs began to hurt and my throat and nose were burning. "I need answers faster Taylor. Where is your husband?"

In… out… in… out… in… out. "I-I don't… know."

Again my lungs tried to catch air before I hit the water for the third time. This time when I came back up I cursed out barely understanding myself. I was breathing too hard and black dots kept threatening my vision.

"What was that?"

"I said," I hissed through clenched teeth. "That I don't know where my husband is and don't matter how many times you keep trying to get the answer out of me I'm not going to tell you anything because I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"

He laughed and let me go. I fell side ways and stayed like that, taking air back into my lungs. I was soaked and my eyes were burning from the suds in the water. A phone rang but it wasn't mine.

"Yeah… Yeah I'm here with the wife… No she wont tell… When?… Give me ten minutes, she'll talk by then."

I managed to sit up and hug my wet kimono to my body. Since it was silk it clung and disappeared against my skin. It left the white lingerie I had under visible to this mans eyes. My hair swam around my shoulders leaving a strand or two stuck to my face. I listened to my intruder talk on the phone and wallowed in my fear. I looked up at him finally able to see his face fully. What I saw was the highlight and horror of my life in one. I starred at the man, picking out familiar features in his face. His lips, eyes, hair, nose and that mark that was on his neck. That mark was put there by accident and I remembered because I was there when it happened.

"Troy?" I couldn't believe it when he looked at me reacting on instincts to his name. My body shook as he hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. I watched him thoroughly as he then juggled the silver gun from one of his hands to another. When he settled on his right hand he made eye connection with me. Was he taunting me? It was working if he was.

Troy walked over to me and crouched down. I looked at him really good deciding that the years that had passed did really good for him. He was still unbelievably handsome but without the cute boyfriend look he always sported. Yeah, today he looked more predator like. His features were all the same but touched with a little danger.

"Okay Taylor. You've got ten minutes. I can ask you one more time about your husband and then you can answer. That'll take less than two minutes. Or I can put a bullet through your pretty face right now and kill you in less than one minute. What's it gonna be?"

I felt tears swell up in the back of my eyes. This couldn't be the same Troy I knew. My Troy was sweet and kind and loving. At least he was seven years ago. What really bothered me was that Troy knew who I was but he had still basically tried to kill me. What happened to him?

"What do you want with Chad?"

"Did I forget to mention that questions will get you a quick bullet in the head too."

I felt like shoving my fist straight into his face. I kept watching him and when I didn't say anything he put the gun right between my eyes.

"No more games McKessie. Where is he?"

I let the tears finally fall. I hated it because it was a sign of weakness but I was weak now. Especially with a gun positioned right in my face. If I didn't say the right thing I was going to get my brains blown out. But what was the right thing to say? I really didn't know where Chad was, and even if I did know I still wouldn't tell Troy. I was committed to only one man therefore I submitted to no other. "You come in here," I began. "And question me when I already told you I don't know anything. You threaten and nearly kill me, but what you don't seem to get is that your not going to scare me. Your just a man behind metal. You might have the advantage Troy but I have the balls. So take my words and shove it up your coward..." I didn't finish so my point could linger in the air.

I starred up at him, my brown eyes meeting his blue ones. Any second now I thought. Any second now it will all be over.

Troy smirked. "Your're right Taylor. I do have the advantage and the metal but you forgot one thing." He moved the gun down my face and lifted my chin up. "I've got your life in the palm of my hand and I tend to use it my extent."

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. Whoever it was picked up after the first ring. "Hey Mike… Yeah… Well change of plans… be out in five."

As soon as he hung up he raised his hand and brought it down to the side of my head.

The room went black al around me.