Hey People! I had this idea for quite a long time and I've finally decided to put it in writing.

I'm really sorry if some of the legal stuff in here is wrong, I'm not really good with law. But otherwise, enjoy! Disclaimer: I dont own TDI or TDA or any of these characters. :D

Oh and in this story TDI never happened. Courtney and Duncan meet a slightly different way...

She didn't know what profound reason caused her to be walking home so late. Courtney had met a couple of friends for dinner around 7, and enjoyed herself thoroughly. So thoroughly, in fact, that her clock had suddenly said 11pm that she had forgotten all about the AP History exam she had the next day. Furthermore, she had declined a ride from one of her companions, and opted to take the walking route back to her house.

The realization that, somehow, this might not have been the best choice to make, only hit her when she was half way home. For some reason, Courtney couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being followed.

Oh great job, idiot, she chided herself, that was one brilliant decision. I hope you realize that if someone murders you, you'll never be able to run for Secretary!

She pushed that thought as far away in her mind as she could, and hoped that she was, once again, just overreacting.

However, 5 minutes later, the wave of apprehensiveness had not subsided in the least. If anything, it had gotten stronger. Only a few moments had passed before she thought she heard somewhat of a scraping sound on the pavement behind her. She froze. Cautiously, she threw a glance over her shoulder, but saw nothing. She attempted to force herself to calm down, but her strides lengthened as she hurried to get home.

All of a sudden she felt something strong grab her from behind, restricting all her movements. Swiveling her head around, in hopes of seeing her captor, Courtney let out a piercing shriek. What she saw was a giant bloody clown mask similar to the ones kids wore on Halloween. Courtney trashed her arms and legs violently, desperately trying to free herself, but the man held on. She couldn't help but feel his muscular build from underneath his dark shirt, which made her even more petrified.

"Ah, uh, babe," he said, reaching into his pants pocket with one hand, "you don't wanna be doing that," his hand came up with a blade shining in the murky street-lamp light.

Immediately Courtney stiffened. She saw a smirk playing on the idiot's lips.

"Let me go, you pig!" She spat.

"Not likely, sweetheart. First, why don't you give me the money."

Courtney snorted in response, but wasn't able to swallow her stubbornness, "No!"

She continued to struggle to get away from the stranger, all the while cringing away from the sight of his mask. She had hated clowns since she was little and the sight of the fake blood was really getting to her.

"Aren't you forgetting something, dollface? I'm the one with the knife," he taunted, "Now, let's just both cooperate and we wont have any problems."

Courtney considered her options. She could give in and give him all the money she had stashed in her Gucci wallet, or she could attempt to make a run for it whereby she would risk her life. A plan began to formulate in her head as she decided upon the later.

Letting out one last scream, Courtney used all her force and swiveled around to face her attacker. Her knee swiftly and forcefully made contact with the one place guys never want it to make contact with and he bent over in visible pain. On one last note, Courtney dug her nails deep into the other hand of the attacker, making a long scratch, oozing with blood.

Once she was finally free, she ran as fast as she could wearing 3 inch heeled Vuitton boots, hiding behind some tall buildings, panting. She felt a great sense of accomplishment for injuring the idiot who dared to grab her.

Hah! That scoundrel had it coming for him!

However, that feeling very soon diminished when she realized that her plan was not well formed after the 'get away' part. Looking around, Courtney realized that there was no way she could outrun him. He was sure to get his hands on her again if she tried, and something made her think he wasn't going to make it easy the second time. Frantically, she searched for an exit. She could already hear his footsteps along the pavement and hear his low voice calling her.

"Oh, sweetheart..." he drawled out, "I know you're here! Come out come out, wherever you are!"

The young CIT heard trash-cans being kicked over, indicating that he was coming closer to her hiding spot. Her breath became shallow, and her heart-rate sped up.

Swiveling her head in all directions, she caught glance of a car. It was old, had its pain-peeling, and rusting, but it did appear to have the keys still in the ignition. She crept over as silently as she could, wondering if the owner had been there just moments ago.

And why the hell couldn't he have called the police when he heard me screaming?!

Upon reaching the car, she grinned at the keys that really were already in the ignition. Courtney didn't have a driver's license, but the car wasn't a stick shift, and she figured it wouldn't be too hard to control.

Quickly she got in and accelerated just as the ugly clown head rounded the corner. A scream escaped her lips as she pushed the pedal fully down and sped away, missing the man just barely.

A small warning voice called in the back of her head that she should probably mind the speed limits and slow down, but there was a much stronger voice saluting her braveness and ability to get out of such a situation alive. The bigger voice also told her to not stop for anything and just keep going faster. She was very much surprised at how simple it was for her to steer and maintain a steady route on the vehicle.

In the end, reality made her slow down when she pictured what her prestigious school and friends would think if they saw her driving around like this, breaking the law, in a stolen vehicle. Not to mention her parents, who would probably freak out at the sight of their usually perfect daughter.

She felt a huge pang of relief when she saw police lights in her rear-view mirror.

Oh! Thank God! What took them so long? Finally, someone reasonable who can help me.

Courtney immediately pulled over, waiting for the cop to reach her.

"Officer! I am so glad your here," she said as he approached her window cautiously.

"Well I'm not! Now get outta the car young lady, you are in some serious trouble." The officer looked like a prison guard. He was very muscular and rough looking. His eyes flashed dangerously. The light reflected off his dark skin and startlingly white teeth, making the gap between his two front teeth stand out even more.

"What?!" Demanded a shocked Courtney stepping out of the beat up, old Mustang, "I just narrowly escaped possible death!"

"Yea yea...I'm sure you did," he rolled his eyes.

Courtney's face was aghast, "No! I'm serious! Make a thorough search of the alley I was in just minutes ago! There was a man there wearing a clown mask. He tried to rob me! You cannot possibly be accusing me of doing something wrong!"

The officer scowled, "Matter of fact, you did do somethin' wrong, miss! You were speeding at 80mph on a 45mph road!!" He was practically yelling now, "And might you have any ID on you?"

"Uh..ID?" Courtney asked, confused. She had her business card, school library card, normal library card, and Student Government card on her. Those could all technically be considered ID.

"Yes, miss," the cop growled impatiently, "ID. A Drivers License?"

Courtney looked down, ashamed, but still fuming. Wasn't committing a minor crime better than being killed? "No... I had to escape as quickly as I could!"

"Tsk," His eyes narrowed as he approached her car, and looked inside the open window. He sniffed the air in the car a couple of times and his face turned even more furious than before, "Are you in the possession of any illegal drugs, miss?"

"What?" Courtney asked in complete shock, "No! Of course not!"

The cop pulled out his two way radio, "Send in the dog."

A moment later, another cop appeared out of the police car, holding a dark German Shepherd on a leash. The dog was lead towards the car and it expectantly started sniffing. It's loud bark penetrated the silence as it began to poke his nose towards the dashboard. The first cop opened the dash board and pulled out a small bag of white, powdery drugs.

"You mean to tell me that driving a car with out any license, with illegal drugs in your possession is 'not doing anything wrong'?" His stare was deathly.

"What the fu- this isn't even my car!!"

"Oh, so you stole the car too?"

"I had to get away from an attacker! The car was standing there with the keys in the ignition. What the hell was I supposed to do? Just stand there and let his rob me? This is insane!"

"Turn around, miss. Your going to the Cold Creek Juvenile Hall for delinquents," He put a pair of handcuffs around her wrists and proceeded to recite the Miranda rights.

"Delinquents?! I am not a delinquent! Ugh! You will be hearing from my lawyers! This cannot be possible! I have an AP History exam tomorrow!" She was beyond hysterics. How could this be happening? She had a perfect record. She never did anything wrong or illegal in her life! Courtney could already see her dreams of Harvard, slipping away towards oblivion.

Courtney was roughly shoved into the police car and driven down to Cold Creek Juvenile Hall, her hyperventilating the entire way.

Ok! That's a wrap for the first Chapter!

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Thanks! ~ xo