After watching The Collector and The Collection I had this idea in my head and I wanted to get it out.. So this happened.. It's rated M, for language, possible sexual themes and gore/torture.. I claim no ownership of the series. All rights and belong to Marcus Dunstan and the producers. Also, I was going to title this fanfic, The Collected, but someone used that title already and I couldn't think of a better one.. lol

Autumn quickly and cautiously glanced at the man across her. She swallowed hard as she thought about their situation and debated whether or not she should tell him. She knew it was planned, but changing his mind was still an option. The thought of him changing his mind upset her. Was it the heat of the moment or was it a genuine plan? Doubt begun to flood her mind as she nervously picked at her sliced grapefruit.

"What?" He said, startling her and pulling her from her thoughts.

"I'm pregnant." She squeaked.

He was still for a moment then he folded his newspaper. He showed no emotion as he stood to his feet and slowly approached her, making her more nervous. She could do nothing, but lock eyes with him as she froze in her seat. He reached, gripping the back of her neck and pulled her into a rough kiss. The kiss was heated and the stubble of his chin rubbed against hers. When he pulled away he had a small line of a smile and knelt down beside her.

"Should we make this bastard legitimate?"

She chuckled and nodded.

Standing to his feet he pulled her from her chair and embraced her, nuzzling the top of her head and giving her a light kiss.

"I'm really happy." She whispered into his chest.

Arkin pointed the silver revolver to the back of his neck.

"All those insects." He triggered the hammer into ignition, ready to shot if needed. "You're quite the collector."

"In a 200-mile radius from where we last saw each other, there are 14 licensed entomologists. And you were number 12. Your daddy ran a museum, didn't he? Fucked you up real good. Turn around."

He stood still, ignoring his demand.

Arkin poked the back of his neck with the gun.

"Turn around." He growled.

Slowly he turned and they were face to face. Arkin had a small sadistic smile.

"You here to kill me?" He said with his hands raised to his sides, gripping the knife in one.

"No. That'd be too nice. First I'm going to make you feel everything that I felt. And then I'm going kill you. So that you can never hurt anyone."

He tried to attack him, but was punch in the face with the revolver by Arkin. The piercing sting in his nose caused him to stumble back and fall into the trunk. He tried to pull himself out, but Arkin slammed the lid hard on his hand.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Arkin shouted.

He aggressively and repeatedly slammed the trunk's lid shut on his left hand. His temper was so high he didn't recognize the ring he wore and that the blunt force of the trunk pushed it off. He didn't hear it fall and roll beneath the white radiator.

In a loud grunt and one last blow with the collector's hand in the trunk he clamped it shut.

Arkin was breathing heavily as he fell on top of the trunk.

"You're going regret what you did and you're going to wish you were dead." He threatened the man in the box, but wasn't responded to.

Autumn entered the house holding grocery bags and leather leashes with two large German shepherds attached. Closing the door behind her she let go of the leashes and made her way to the kitchen.

"Sweetie, I'm home!" She shouted as she placed the bags on the counter.

She quickly removed the items in the bags and was gliding through the kitchen, putting the items in their rightful place.

"I was thinking of ordering Thai for dinner!" She shouted.

She paused waiting for a reply.

Nothing.

She shrugged as she continued to put the items away.

When she finished in the kitchen she checked the house and found herself alone. She figure he was busy with work and would be late so she went ahead and ordered from their regular Thai restaurant and ordered their regular meals.. It didn't take long for their food to arrive and Autumn found herself eating alone with the dogs.

Slightly worried she checked her cellphone for any text messages or missed calls. Nothing, her phone had nothing to notify.

She sighed as she picked at her food feeling lonely. Slouching she turned to her dogs who were staring up at her.

"What about you guys? Missing daddy too?" She pouted.

The dogs whimpered.

"Thought so."

She finished her dinner and headed to their bedroom on the top floor.

In her night gown she crawled into bed and got comfortable.

Laying on her back she stared up at the ceiling and beneath the covers her hands wondered to her stomach. She smiled as she imagined having a larger tummy. Her mind filled with everything baby and she squealed with glee. She childishly rolled around in the covers. Laying on her side she grabbed her cellphone from the night stand and quickly dialled, her lover's number.

She listened to the ringing and was directed to voice mail, before the recording message could finish she hung up.

"Where are you?" She sighed.

In a dark room, The Collector and Arkin sat across one another. The room was big, empty and the air was moist.. They were probably in a cellar.

The Collector was sitting on the floor, he was tied to an old radiator. He was bruised and beaten, but he made no noise..

Arkin sat in a chair, staring down at him. He rubbed his red knuckles where the brass knuckles used to be.

"I don't remember beating you with bitch knuckles." The Collector smiled as he spit out blood.

"No, just trying to have more fun with you." He shrugged.

The Collector's denim jacket that was tossed to the side begun to vibrate then a small tune played.

Arkin looked over his shoulder and back at The Collector.

"We'll just let that one go to voice mail." He smiled.

Well hope you enjoyed..