Author's Note: This is a repost of a chapter I wrote a long time ago. Please forgive the horrible writing.

Pairing: None, really. Sort of one-sided Maxie/Lucky, I guess. Maybe. Not really.

This had become routine. At least once a week we would meet at Kelly's, get a room, and…what happens behind closed doors are self-explanatory, are they not?

It was his way of thanking me for the pills I would get for him. Elizabeth –his wife, the one supposed to be there for him- was no help at all. She said that her husband was addicted to pills. I, however, insisted that 'he needs them' or 'his back hurts.'

When Elizabeth discovered what we had been doing, she'd confronted me. I simply flaunted and bragged about how I was helping Lucky. And how she was destroying him.

She'd insisted that Lucky had a problem, that he was addicted the pills; but I knew it was an excuse, so she wouldn't feel guilty about not helping the so called love of her life.

And I told her this.

Whether she threw the first slap or if it was I; I don't recall. All I know is that soon we both had stinging cheeks, after each being slapped by the other.

The little cat-fight might have gone on, if Dr. Drake hadn't interrupted, to save his precious Elizabeth, no doubt.

For awhile I had actually begun to think that perhaps Elizabeth had won, that Lucky had chosen her.

But then he came back to me.

-o0o-

Lucky had needed the pills to help his sister. So –though he'd promised Elizabeth he wouldn't- he'd gone to Maxie, and asked for more pills.

One thing had led to another, and they'd ended up back in bed. High on pills –and wanting to ensure that they would keep coming- he'd promised Maxie that he'd leave Elizabeth for her.

He wasn't sure who he loved; Elizabeth, Maxie. All he knew was that he needed the pills and that he could get the pills from Maxie.

That's why he's made that promise. For the pills, not for her.

-o0o-

But Maxie truly believed that the promise had been made for her. She was certain that Lucky would leave Elizabeth, and stay with her.

But why then was he acting so weird? Today he'd actually snapped at her. 'Just give me the d"mn pills!' She was so shocked by this outburst, that she'd pursed her lips and refused to give him even one.

When he'd noticed his mistake and apologized, acting much sweeter; she'd given him enough pills to last 24 hours. Then, to prove she was still in control of the situation, she said,

"When they're gone; and you want more, come to Kelly's and I'll give them to you…..After you sleep with me."

If Lucky wanted to keep the pills coming, he'd have to work for them.

-o0o-

He was going to do it. Sleep with her, that is. High on the dosage that Maxie already given him, Lucky made his way to Kelly's. He had come directly from work; and still had his police gear with him.

Maxie was in the room when he arrived. After he's dumped his jacket, holding his gun and badge and whatnot on the floor; she smiled and patted the spot next to her on the bed. He sat down next to her and she leaned over and kissed him, sticking her tongue in his mouth and pushing him back on the bed.

-o0o-

Even when she was little, Maxie got what she wanted. And tonight, she wanted Lucky.

When he walked into the room and sat down his jacket –showing he'd just came from work- she'd smiled seductively and patted the bed, an innovation for him to join him.

He came and sat down next to her and Maxie leaned over top of him and began to kiss him with such passion she was sure he's go mad with desire when she slid her tongue between his lips.

If only Elizabeth knew where he husband was tonight…

-o0o-

Before Maxie could make one move to take off Lucky's shirt, he'd pushed her off him and sat up.

"Where are they?" He asked, glancing around anxiously, his voice slurred. "The pills…you promised…where are they?"

"I promised that I'd give you more pills after you slept with me." Maxie said, straddling his waist and kissing his neck.

Now frightened that he might not get his precious pills, Lucky literally threw Maxie of him. He was high, and wasn't thinking clearly. He wanted those pills.

"Maxie…give me the pills…now!"

"No, Lucky." Maxie said, getting up from her spot on the bed. "Not until you sleep with me."

"I won't….you'll leave….no pills…I need those pills!" Lucky ran over and grabbed his jacket. His reflexes were slowed and stumbled as he fumbled to reach his hand into the pocket of his cop jacket. Grasping what he was looking for, he turned to Maxie, eyes blazing. "Maxie, give me the pills."

He pointed the gun straight at Maxie. With a click, it was cocked.

-o0o-

Maxie found herself at the receiving end of an intoxicated man holding a loaded gun.

Not exactly an ideal situation to be in.

Still, she tried to calm. "Lucky, put away the gun." She held up her hands as if warding off an attacker. Which she was. "Look, I'll give you the pills…" She bent down and reached under the bed, towards her purse. "I have them right here…"

"No!" Lucky cried stepping closer to Maxie with the gun. "You don't move…you'll get out your cell phone."

"No, Lucky. I won't." Maxie held up her hands again, to show hand nothing in her hands. "Lucky, don't you trust me?" Again, she reached down for her purse.

And Lucky fired.

-o0o-

He wasn't sure what was happening, but he knew Maxie wasn't to be trusted anymore. He had no pills, he wasn't going to get any; Maxie was lying to him about the pills in her purse.

So, when she reached again for her purse, Lucky panicked.

His finger tightened on the trigger and there was a loud ring in the room as the bullet headed for Maxie.

-o0o-

Lucky was a high; his reflexes were slowed and his aim and eyesight off.

That thought ran through Maxie's head as she realized Lucky's shot had missed.

Well, truthfully it hadn't missed her; but it hadn't missed her heart, as she was sure Lucky was aiming for. Instead, pain like she'd never felt before hit her square in the stomach.

She cried out and placed a hand over the bullet wound. It hurt worse than she'd ever thought possible. It hurt so bad that all Maxie could do was scream, and not cry.

She heard a click of a gun being recocked and another shot rang through her ears.

And she cried out again, louder this time, as pain shot through her shoulder. Then, she fell on the bed in a heap of arms and legs.

-o0o-

Maxie began to lose touch with this world; she flickered in and out of conscious. He raced over to the bed where Maxie lay, unconscious and dying. He drew he up in his arms as her chest filled up with air as she inhaled her last breath. She let out the air in a sigh and fell limp in his arms.

Lucky stared at the body he held; Maxie, the one that couldn't be trusted. She was gone; he had killed her.

And Lucky laughed, and evil, heartless, and cruel laugh.