Raiting: PG 13 at the moment

Pairing: Wilhelmina S. /Daniel M.

Do not own at all… (wishing I did!)

CHAPTER 1:

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She sat there, staring out at the city. Her city. It was late, she knew it. Ever sense the magazines circulation started to plummet she had been working late. And now that the companies pay had been decreased because the money had been stolen, she had been more vulnerable. At moments she felt so alone that she didn't know how she was going to make it without him. He had taken her heart and kept it with him, stashed away with all of the companies' money. Her money. Well 1/3 of it. She sighed, snapping herself out of her little sympathy fest, she turned her back to her city. She had been there for hours. She dropped her head to her hands and rubbed her temples. She needed to go to bed.

She reached for her coat, feeling the satin brush her bare back. Today the press had been scouring the building to see how bad everything really was. She had chosen her red Cavalli to complement her chinchilla coat. She couldn't let them think that the crisis had made her lose her grip, though it had. It defiantly had. She shook it off and grabbed her bag heading out of her office. It was dark and she sort of liked it. Heading towards the elevator she spotted a light coming from the office directly across the conference room from her. She walked closer letting herself in.

Daniel laid there on his white chaise in the center of the room. She wondered if he was asleep. Then she noticed a bottle Chateau d'Yquem resting in his extended hand.

She walked in closing the door behind her. This would be the perfect opportunity to see what he had been working on so secretly for the past few days. She set her bag down on the nearest chair and walked over to his desk.

There was nothing there except for his blackberry, schedule with Betty's hand writing engraving the corners, and a picture of his late wife. She opened the first drawer. Note pads, a watch and spare condoms. 'Oh Daniel you never change' she thought. She opened the second drawer. Spare papers. She reached underneath and hit something. She grabbed it. Pulling it out She brought it into the light. The Mode book. She sighed and cracked it open, to her surprise there where notes everywhere. She sat down, setting her coat on the back of his chair. He had put a note on every single spread. She was to absorbed in her curiosity to notice that he had stirred.

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He heard a noise, a rustle of pages. He froze. Lying there motionless he contemplated what had just happened. He had obviously dozed off and someone had let themselves in. He turned his head ever so slightly to the source of the noise only to see a shadow, a silhouette of a person. He craned his neck to see. They apparently hadn't noticed the change in his breathing patterns. Deciding that whoever sit was was too wrapped up in what they where holding he stood up, placing his glass on the ground. Inch by inch he could make out the shape of the person in his chair. It was a women. He strained his eyes to see. Thought there was a light on in the room it was still dim. Then he stopped completely within 3 feet of the mystery person.

With her back to him he realized it was none other then Wilhelmina Slater. He stared at her wondering why the hell she was in his office. Then he noticed something he hadn't seen before. Though they had been in countless interviews with her that day he finally took in what she was wearing. It was an understated red dress that stopped right before her knee and started at her shoulder blades. Her mocha skin glistened in the light from the street outside. She was sitting there fixated on something. Then he saw it. In her hand was the book. The book he had fought so hard to get. There was no way he was going to let her take it back.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

She jumped standing and snapping her head around to face him.

"God Daniel you really should learn not to sneak up on people. It's considered rude," She exclaimed while regaining her sultry and predatory poise.

"What are you doing here," He repeated. She smoothed her dress and snapped the book shut, keeping it in her hands.

"Well what's it look like im doing," She responded in her cool monotone, mocking him with the book as if it was something she could hold over him. Between the way that she had said those last words and how she was staring at him he wasn't exactly sure what she had implied.

"Hand me the book Wilhelmina," He demanded, trying to conjure up as much force as he could in his words. She merely laughed and fixed him with a fake smile.

"Wow," She said, "I see Molly taught you well. Being a school teacher and all I guess you need to be able to use power trips on kindergartners al the time." Taking advantage of his vulnerability she stepped closer, 'round the desk, making him somewhat uncomfortable.

"But you forgot one tiny little detail. You have to have power to make it work," She said, staring him in the eye. He had winced at the sound of Molly's name and she knew she had gotten to him.

"Maybe she was stronger then you," She said, her voice almost a whisper. He snapped. Grabbing her by her wrists he slammed her in to the closest thing he could find causing the book to go crashing to the floor. It happened to be the desk which resulted in her halfway falling backwards only to be held up by him. He watched as she shivered every so slightly as her back made contact with the cool glass top.

"Don't you ever talk about Molly like that, do you hear me?" He was furious. She needed to free herself from his grasp but to hell if she was going to let him see that he had hurt her.

"You hear me," He yelled this time shoving her harder into the glass top causing the light to shatter onto the floor.

"Daniel let go of me," She said through the pain. He released her not backing down. He was fuming with rancor to her. Though now there was no light in the room he could barely make out a tear flickering in the corner of her eye. She stood there unmoving.

"You think you're the only one who's hurting Daniel," She questioned still immobile. "I lost someone to Daniel. Molly didn't have a choice and you knew that. Connor did. Dint think for a minute that you're the only one feeling this way." With that she grabbed her coat and bag and headed out of the room to get as far away from him as she could.

He stood there staring at the spot from which she had just left him. Truthfully he was stunned by what she had just admitted to him. She had just proven then and there that she was indeed human and that Connor really had hurt her. He had an odd sort of happy, that he had just cracked her, sick, that she had been so real with him, feeling. He breathed in as the venomous scent of her started to vanish. He grabbed his coat and called for a cab.