18 reviews for a oneshot! Okay because I was ask to continue by several people, and I finally am happy with this chapter, I shall continue. BUT I hope to see 18 more reviews for this one. Happy readings.

"Lawyer. Hn. I always thought you were good at arguing." He said leaning back in the chair the initial shock of her little surprise ebbing. His eyes moved over her features. It was almost unbelievable how much she had changed in three years. Her face held a few more angles, and had lost a lot of the baby pudge her cheeks had held. She caught his stare and shook her head as a small blush came to her cheeks. She smiled and cocked her head to the side.

"I have good news." Duncan moved his chair forward as he leaned on the small shelf. He shook his head as he let his eyes lock on to hers.

"Just seeing you is news enough, princess." She was more beautiful then he remembered. He marveled again at how she had blossomed into a professional lawyer. The anger inside him boiled but he didn't let it play on his face. It wasn't anger toward her, just the replay of the situation that landed him in prison. Courtney watched his eyes as he seemed to be caught in through.

She took a deep breath and looked over him. The green Mohawk was gone, of course, his velvety black hair untouched by dye. He had circles under his eyes that told of countless sleepless nights. She noticed the thinness of his face, and the new bulk to his arms. She sighed and smiled again.

"Did you know that McClean tried to sue your parents for monetary damages due to pain and suffering caused by your irrational temper?" Duncan's eyes grew wide as he shook his head slowly. Courtney nodded. She hadn't thought they would have told him. It wasn't the wisest decision that Chris had ever made, especially going up against a family of law officials. Duncan shifted in his chair as he waited rather impatiently for her to explain.

Courtney let her eyes linger on him for a moment. She mentally calibrated how she was going to explain to him the new situation he was in. It wasn't the telling him part she was worried about, it was the fact that she had no idea how he would react.

"He lost of course. But he tried to bring up medical expenses from previous injuries and even some cosmetic work that he had done." Duncan shook his head in disbelief.

"He's a dirt bag. Plain and simple. But there is something you aren't telling me, princess." She smiled. After so long he could still read her as if they had never been apart.

"Do you remember Trent? And Cody? Lashawna perhaps?"

"Yeah." He frowned and moved to lean on the small shelf between them. Her face turned back to business as she shifted through some papers in her briefcase.

"Trent was arrested and charged a year ago with assault on Chris. Cody was arrested and charged with intent to injure six months ago, and Lashawna was arrested a week ago for assault." Duncan frowned, his eyebrow arching in question. Courtney pulled a piece of paper out of her briefcase and looked at it as she spoke. "The common factor in each case..." She turned the paper around to reveal a face that both of them knew all too well.

"Chris." Duncan hissed through his teeth. He sat back and and shook his head as he looked at her. He knew he should have done more damage to the bastard. He went to jail for it anyway, he should have made it truly worth his while. Courtney watched him. She could almost hear what he was thinking. She shook her head.

"He's a con artist. But you probably guessed that. Trent was badgered about his faulty relationship with Gwen during the show and their attempted reconciliation afterwards, until he snapped. Just as you did." Courtney looked down at the expensive watch over her wrist, then looked back up to him.

"I have a meeting with one of my other clients in twenty minutes, and it's a fifteen minute drive back to town." Duncan nodded.

"Do what you got to do, princess. I'm not going anywhere." She finished putting the briefcase and stood up latching it shut. She took a deep breath and watched as he stood up on the other side of the thick glass.

"I told you I had good news. Chris being beating again wasn't it."

"It's good enough." Courtney smiled wider at his comment and shook her head.

"No. No it's not, Duncan. Sleep well tonight. Tomorrow you get out." His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her. He shook his head, feeling like he had done that far to often in the last few minutes.

"Don't play with me Courtney."

"I wouldn't dare." She said with a grinned and turned, walking out of the room. Duncan listened to the pop of her heals as she disappeared behind the thick metal doors. Duncan turned around as the guard came over to shackle him. As he was led back to his cage, while ignoring the usually belittling from the guard, he let his mind sink back to the show. Trent...which one was Trent.. Gwen, that was the Gothic chick. Trent was the one that had done her wrong. The musician. Poser.

Duncan blinked as he remembered the rather docile nature of the boy, that could have been perhaps because he was hurt or unconscious during most of the show. It was very believable that Chris was a predator. He would prey on those with quick tempers. He was a leech. Bastard would grab on and suck and suck until the host had enough. Duncan's eyebrow arched. Yeah but leeches couldn't file charges on the host for squishing it, or sue the host's parents for damages.

A grin found its way to his face as the thought of his parents being sued crept into his mind. Chris wouldn't stand a chance. His parents, and family probably knew all the judges on a personal level. Even if the reality show host had a viable case, he wouldn't have stood a chance. That made him smile even wider. His family could be just as malicious as he could, just in a different more legal way.

The scraping sound of his cell door opening, brought him back to his current reality. His cell mate looked over and blinked long feminine eyelashes at him.

"Back so soon, handsome?"

"Can it, Shio. I'm not in the mood." He growled as the guard took the irons off of his wrists. The bitch rolled over on the lower bunk from his side to his back and looked at Duncan.

"You are never in the mood for anything. Can't you just talk?" Duncan glanced down at the frail betty and shook his head. How in the world he got put in the same cell with such a flower was beyond him. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to think. Truthfully all he ever did was think. But in thought he kept his mind out of prison. His freedom was still his in his mind.

Duncan swung himself up onto the top bunk, as the thrill of Courtney's visit settled onto the back of his tongue. Vivid memories of her flooded into his mind. He could close his eyes and see her in London, amongst the elite. Thought he had never been there himself, he knew that she had fit in. She had matured so much in the few years they had been apart, it made him question his own maturity. Had he changed as much as she did?

How would he react if he was placed in the same situation with Chris? He growled at his cell mate as he kicked the mattress. He would probably kill him. Duncan frowned. It was more likely now that he would kill Chris. No. He shook the thought from his mind, as another one entered. More than likely Courtney's getting him out had something to do with the other three and even more likely Chris.

He closed his eyes as he tried to remember Cody. Red head? No, that was Harold and his underwear. Cody was the one...the little guy. Smart fucker. Yeah, he was the one that thought he was something of a playboy, though he was more of a bratty little brother, to hear the girls say it.

Girls...Lashawna. Big girl. He opened his eyes wide as he remembered her. Not really a girl he would want to tangle with himself. She was the kind of girl that could beat you from across the room without even looking at you. The stone ceiling over his head was ominous, and even more ominous was Shio shifting in the bed beneath him. Duncan closed his eyes and frowned. Shio was a violent offender. That frail little dainty thing was a murderer and in for life. The way he had understood it, Shio had injured all of his other cell mates within the first week. Duncan shook his head unintentionally. The betty hadn't even bothered him. He would talk to him, or try to cheer him up. Fuck, the bitch had taken a liking to him. It didn't matter. Shio was the only one he had ever mentioned Courtney to. He thought it was romantic, and something out of a fairytale children's story. Duncan didn't know what kind of screwed up parents would have his situation as a bedtime story or even a scary-tale, but that spoke volumes of the kind of childhood Shio had.

Enough about his cell mate. He would have to forget about him after tomorrow. Once again he would be a free man and be able to take his first breath of that fresh air outside of the prison wall. First thing he was going do to, wrap his arms around Courtney and never let her go.