Here we go. Chapter two :) Not the longest of parts but thats just the way I write, sorry :P I also tend to write really slow burner fics, so sorry once more :P Let me know if I need to speed things along a little if you get bored! I did mention earlier this is my version of chasing demons and you can tell in this chapter! Please review, its spurs me on! :P :) enjoy!

Part 2

"I'm going to need my phone back then" It was crazy how such a simple request flooded her with guilt.

She didn't need her phone at all. She'd managed 6 days without it and its services were most likely not required in the next 10 hours that was her shift.

The addiction itself had stemmed from thinking she needed something. A little something to help her through the day. But it wasn't about that any more.

She'd done the hard part. It was now about trust. Will power. So much so she herself questioned the need for her phone as it arrived in her palm along with one of his famous sarcastic comments.

"Yeah, I s'pose you will need it. Call your dealer"

Deep down he knew it wasn't a good sign. It was an indicator that she, once again, couldn't cope alone. Yet why she found comfort in inanimate objects such as pills and mobiles was, for the first time, something that baffled him.

Medically he understood a drug addiction. Emotionally he hadn't a clue. He knew it began with him. He blamed himself. He was fixing it though. Both of them had a mutual understanding of that.

"See ya" His voice calm as he left, the open door engulfing her haven with reality. Nerves hit her already. Her mind challenging her strength, she crumbled mentally as she searched for and unsurprisingly swallowed an extra pill.

A sigh of instant regret left her. What would Luc think of her now. He had worked so hard. They had worked so hard. A team. Partners?

The word partner echoed in her head. Were they partners? He'd hadn't left her with any indications of their relationship as he departed the van only moments ago. She still wasn't exactly sure of what they meant to each other.

It crossed her mind he was just trying to fix things because he felt guilt rather than actually wanting to be with her. Perfectly valid assumption.

It was all too much to handle. Too much to think about right now. Drug addiction, work, relationship. She shook her head in the confusion as she pocketed the remainder of the blister pack knowing she would no doubt need it.

It was barely 9am. Work hadn't even begun. She had already stomached double her daily dose. Reality taking its toll.