Disclaimer: I do not own Human Target and intend no copyright infringement.

Author's notes:

Men who get on your nerves are bad.

Drinking is badder.

Your muse encouraging you to drink is baddest.

WHO'S CHEATING WHO PART 2

Harmen walked to Ilsa's door and knocked. They had been dating for nearly a month and this was the first time he went to her door personally. She opened it and smiled.

"Captain Harmen, please come in. I am almost ready."

He followed her through the door and waited in the kitchen. Ilsa looked in the mirror and touched up her makeup. She was satisfied with her relationship and where it was going. He had a high ranking position, was charming and great in bed. Ok…he was good she decided. She had to be honest with herself and admit that Chance was better. She was surprised that she even slept with the Captain so soon. It wasn't like her to give in. But they were compatible. She finished prepping and went back down to meet him.

"Okay, I'm ready."

He, without hesitation, embraced her. His lips met hers in a steamy kiss. "Should we just stay in?"

She smiled into his lips. "No sir. We need to go out and eat. Besides, we might not ever leave."

He let go of her and grabbed her hand. They walked out and got into the car. They enjoyed dinner and a theatre show. At the end of the night they strolled over to the rivers edge. He practically made her cry when he embraced her overlooking the peaceful water. She had been stressed out and was in need of a break. He was a respectable man, but he was very much into her.

When they got back to her place he decided to be bold. "So, do you mind if I come up?"

Ilsa was tired. She had a wonderful evening with him but she didn't want any company in her bed that night. She had a mound of paperwork sitting on her desk waiting to stress her out. And then there was the possibility of Chance asleep completely drunk on her sofa again. His charm got the better of her so she decided to let him come up for a bit. They walked into the living room and she poured them a drink.

"So Ilsa, do you ever think about having a family…or kids someday?"

Where did that question come from she thought? "Well I have always thought about it. Most women do. Marshall and I were always busy. How about you?"

"Well…I have always wanted a wife and maybe two or three children. The military always kept me busy. Now that I have a mundane life, the thought has become a little more realistic as of late."

Ilsa could agree although her life wasn't mundane. She had Christopher Chance to thank for that. They sat chatting until she finally looked at the clock. It was nearly three in the morning.

"Well Captain Harmen, I think it is time for me to call it a night."

He smiled but didn't respond. Without hesitation he leaned in and placed his lips against hers. Ilsa was tired but obliged. It wasn't like he was forcing her, but he was quite passionate. After a few moments, she gently pushed him away.

He looked at her a bit puzzled. "Don't you want this?"

"Yes I do. It's just that we had a long night. I have a long day ahead of me. I should have been asleep by now."

"Come on Mrs. Pucci, just a few more minutes. You are the boss of those men. You can go in late if you would like."

"Yes but I also respect my team Mike."

He didn't hold back even after her comment. He shoved her back onto the arm of the sofa and kept invading her mouth. Finally Ilsa pushed him back with more force. The last time she had a man on her like that was when Hector Lopez broke into her home. "Look Mike, I don't want anything tonight."

He got a disgusted look on his face. He had been with her this long and they had slept together. It was as if he was expecting it from her.

"It is time for you to leave. I would like my privacy."

He shook his head and stood up. "You know something Ilsa. You are what every man dreams about at night and you have everything going for you. You can loosen up and not be a bitch."

She was surprised at the change of tone in voice. She couldn't understand why he had escalated in such a short amount of time.

"You act so perfect. You are around the most elite people in this world but yet you can't humble yourself for me tonight."

She stood up and faced him.

"I don't know what you're getting at, but I have been nothing but grateful since we started seeing one another. I have a job outside of this relationship and if you cannot accept that, then maybe we need to stop seeing one another."

He wasn't happy with her comments. He took his drink and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and shattered. Then he grabbed her arm and squeezed.

"You're nothing but a temptress Ilsa Pucci. I fell for you once when we met. I should not have let it happen it again."

"Let me go….now!"

He kissed her forcefully again. This time he grabbed both of her wrists. He pushed her down onto the couch and climbed on top of her. She struggled to push him away but he was much stronger.

"Get off of me now!"

He kept kissing her. When he came up for air he just leered at her. He easily held both of her wrists. He moved his free hand into her blouse and started rubbing her upper body. She felt horribly repulsed by him. She couldn't believe this was happening. She wished she could crawl out of her skin and disappear. He continued his invasion. She closed her eyes and prayed he would finish and leave. When he finally did finish, he got up and put his clothes on. She had curled herself into a ball at the end of the couch.

He leaned over her. "I wouldn't say anything about this. Remember, I have the government behind me."

He smiled one last time before he let himself out. Ilsa sobbed. She didn't know what to do. She had just been raped by a man she thought she knew. Her sobbing turned into full blown tears.

…. … …..

Chance had gone out for a run. He felt pretty distant from his work and a majority of the reason was because if Ilsa. He had grown fond of her but she was apparently spoken for. It wasn't his place to pass judgment and unless he was going to tell her how he felt, he didn't have a chance. She constantly gushed about the Captain and how wonderful he was. Of course it was mostly to Ames. Chance cringed whenever his name rolled off of her lips.

When he got back to the warehouse, it was quiet. None of his coworkers were present. Carmine didn't even greet him at the elevator. He walked further down the hall when he spotted Ilsa at her computer. Her back was facing him. He spotted Carmine. He was sitting under her feet with his head up. He looked like he was protecting her…but from what? He slowly walked in, but she never acknowledged him.

"Ilsa?"

She hesitated turning around. When she did, he wasn't ready for what he saw. Her eyes were red and puffy. She had obviously been crying…hard. He stepped closer. Carmine walked out of his way and started whining. He was just as concerned about Ilsa. Chance closed the last few inches between them.

"Ilsa, please tell me what's wrong…please."

She cried harder and put her head in her hands.

There wasn't much he could do since she wasn't responding. He carefully placed one hand on her back. She almost instantly turned her head into his chest. She was losing control. Her tears were flowing heavily. She reached up and grabbed his t-shirt. She needed someone or something to hold. Chance was at a loss as to why she was so hysterical.

He finally forced her to look at him. "Ilsa, tell me." He was firm this time and knelt down beside her.

"Chance…last night….he…..he raped me. He raped me Chance."

He didn't know whether or not he should go out and kill him now or let the police handle it. What he did know was that Ilsa needed him.

"I showered for two hours this morning and I…..I cant get him off of me."

She broke down again. Chance wasn't going to pressure her. He raised himself up and put both arms around her. He gathered her up and lifted her trembling frame. She buried her face in his shoulder. She was light as a feather in his strong arms. Chance didn't know what he could do to help her. He wanted her to go to the hospital but knew she would refuse. She felt dirty and he understood why. All he could do was help her wash away everything.

He walked into the bathroom and while still holding her turned the shower on. He knew she wasn't ready to get undressed and wasn't going to make her. So with the warm water flowing, he stepped into the tub. He took his time and gently lowered himself into a seated position. She stayed huddled against him. The water penetrated their bodies. It only took a few moments for them to be completely soaked. Chance had a straight look on his face. He was emotionless. He wanted to know why this happened. He was angry that he couldn't be there to help her. He promised her before, and now…he had failed. After awhile, he turned the shower off. He lay there with her until she stopped crying. He put his hands to her head and pushed her hair away from her face where it soaked down and placed his lips on her forehead. He closed his eyes, and let a single tear escape and prayed that she didn't notice.

Chance moved her to get out of the tub. "Take your clothes off."

He turned around to grab a robe. She was completely fine being naked in front of him. She just didn't want to be alone. He turned back around and put the robe around her and walked her to his bed and pulled back the covers. He gently laid her down. After he changed his own clothing, he called the rest of the team with specific instruction on how he wanted all this to be handled. When he was done, he lay down beside her and put his arm around her waist.

"Ilsa….Ames will be here later today. She is going to take you to the hospital so you can get checked out. You can decide if you want to come back here or go to your place. I will be wherever you choose to go."

There was zero protest from her. He was in protection mode mixed with anger and revenge. She couldn't imagine what Harmen's fate would be but she didn't care.

"I'm right here Ilsa. Try to go to sleep."

… …. …..

Later that day, the team arrived. Chance and Ilsa walked downstairs to meet them. "You all know your job. Ill talk to you later."

Ames looked at Ilsa and managed to smile. She spoke quietly. "Ready to go Mrs. Pucci?"

Ilsa nodded and walked to the elevator with her. When the door closed, Chance turned back to Guerrero and Winston. "Ok, here's the deal. I don't care what it takes, we find him. Should be easy. But when you find him call me, because I am going to kill him."

Winston spoke up. "Chance, I know you're angry. All of us are. But you might want to let the cops handle this. You don't need to get yourself locked up."

"Dude, he's right. Don't worry, you know its gonna be taken care of."

"Chance you need to go to the hospital with Ilsa and let us worry about everything else."

He lowered his head and decided they were right. If he got involved, he would kill Harmen. He decided to wait for Ilsa and Ames to get a head start to the hospital. He didn't want to be there while they ran the tests. He questioned himself over so many things. Was she going to be able to get past this? How bad did he hurt her? Did he have an STD? What is she got preg-? He shook his head at the thought. He knew there were too many things that could go wrong and he knew she was worried about the same things. He sat in his loft and waited for Ames to call him.

…. … ….

Ilsa cringed as the nurse gave her the last shot.

"Mrs. Pucci, you're all done here. If there is anything else we can do, please don't hesitate to ask."

Ilsa just shook her head. She had gone through several rounds of tests and a rape kit. It was like being violated all over again. She knew it was necessary though and put up little protest. When it was all said and done, Ames called Chance.

He got to the hospital in record time. He didn't want Ilsa to be there any longer than she had to be. When he walked into her room, Ames looked over to him. She walked over to Ilsa and hugged her.

As Ames was leaving, she turned back to Ilsa. "I will have my cell on 24/7 if you need anything ok?"

She just nodded back to her.

Chance handed her a duffel bag with a change of clothes. She walked into the bathroom to change. He wanted to know why Harmen did this and why she was even attracted to him in the first place. Deep down he wanted to know what the test results were. When she emerged from the bathroom she looked back to him.

"Can we go back to your place?"

Chance nodded. "Sure."

They walked out to the car in complete silence. He didn't know how or where to begin. He figured he just wouldn't go there. When they got to the warehouse, Ilsa walked immediately to the shower. She turned to him.

"Will you please stay in the room while I shower?"

Chance nodded. He knew she was afraid to be alone. He sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for her. When she came out. He had the covers drawn back. She climbed on the bed without saying a word. He crawled in beside her and covered both of them. He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tight.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Ilsa woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. Chance noticed she was awake and leaned over to her. "You okay?"

"I just can't sleep."

"I know it was a dumb question. I guess I don't know what else to say."

She hesitated for a moment before responding. "Everything came back negative. I wont know about the pregnancy test until some time passes. I have to wait two weeks for some other follow up tests."

Chance didn't respond. He was half relieved but still concerned. He squeezed her again and inhaled her scent. Deep down, Ilsa wanted him to melt into her. She wanted his scent to penetrate her and get rid of Harmen's. She still felt dirty from her ordeal. After showering for hours she couldn't seem to shake him.

The next morning Ilsa was awaked by the ringing of her cell phone. It was the police calling and asking her to come in for further questioning. Chance understood her concern about being placed under any undue pressure.

"I'll call the station and have an officer come here to do the questioning. I know it is hard for you Ilsa, but I just want to make sure Harmen is put away."

With that, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep. She needed to rest, and Chance wasn't going to leave her side.

….. ….. ….

A couple weeks had passed and Ilsa went back to get final test results. She was clean so far so all that was left was the pregnancy. She knew that her window was short taking the pill, but she had to face whatever the doctor was going to tell her.

Chance escorted her to the office. She still had a problem being alone. She tried hiding her fear, but it was all too obvious for Chance. They walked into the office and were immediately greeted by the doctor. She motioned to the couch. "Mrs. Pucci please have a seat."

She looked at Chance then back to Ilsa. "It's ok, he can stay."

The doctor gave her best smile while she pulled up a chair in front of them.

"Ilsa, I have only been your doctor stateside for a short amount of time. In that time I have learned what a strong resilient woman you are."

Ilsa closed her eyes. She knew her ego boost meant something was wrong. The doctor hesitated for a moment while Ilsa composed herself. "Ilsa all of the tests came back…