Title: Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll

Author: innocent choir girl (ff-dot-net), shannyfish (From Out of the Lab/Miami Heat/LJ)

Summary: Jake Berkeley takes Calleigh undercover without the permission of who he's working for, Horatio, or even Calleigh herself… Will Jake prove his true colors?

Category: Ship Ahoy! Calleigh/Horatio

Genres: Angst, Case, Drama, Suspense

Characters: Calleigh Duquesne, Jake Berkley (Other), Horatio Caine, Alexx Woods, Eric Delko

Warnings: Adult Themes

Rating: R

Chapter: 3 "Welcome to Hell"

Author's Notes: Some stories are easier to write than others…this would be one that is quite a bit difficult…there's been quite a lot of researching and drawing out that comes with each chapter. And though I have up to about chapter six planned out, this one still takes a lot of time to put each chapter together. So, you'll just have to bear with me ;)

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It felt like a dream as her eyes slowly started to open. Her brain kept sluggish and clouded. She knew it wasn't a dream though as she pulled her hand to try to rub her face and instead the cool feel of metal and then pain hit her wrist. She was unable to move either hand. They were both handcuffed above her head. Fear and panic rose, she was bound, and didn't know where she was or who had done it.

Craning her neck, she looked around the room for some sign of the location. She could barely see a glimpse of a door; paint was crackling and bubbling up all around. From where she was laying on the bed she could see a dark wooden nightstand with remnants of a lamp taking the centerpiece of the small table. Her eyes widened at what she saw around the lamp…her badge, work ID, gun, and various baggies filled with white tablets and powders.

From the position she was in, she could look in the other direction and was able to see the other half of the room. Another door not too far off which she assumed led to the bathroom. In the far corner there was a table with two chairs and a bulky TV set that was anchored down to the stand, which seemed to be bolted to the floor. There was a rather larger window, but was covered rather well. Not only were the dingy golden curtains drawn, there was also cardboard boxes that had been flattened and seemed to be taped around the edges of the window.

Hotel room.

That was what Calleigh had decided. She didn't like it; she let out a frustrated sigh, and looked around for a sign of maybe who had her. Of course, Calleigh had a good idea…but she was hoping that she was wrong… He had never done anything so forward before, but his actions over the past…twenty-four hours? She hoped that it hadn't been more than a day that she'd been out… She'd at least slept through the night… Moving her body to try and figure out what could be hurt, Calleigh groaned when she pulled on her cuffed wrists again. Her legs were free, that was a good thing…at least it was something in her favor. She appeared to be fully clothed still, even still had her boots still on…

"God, Jake, what is wrong with you?" she asked aloud to the ceiling. She closed her eyes remembering when she told Horatio that Jake wouldn't try anything else…and here she was…handcuffed again… Opening her eyes, she sighed, it was worse than she thought though… Jake was involved in drugs…or so it seemed… She wondered if he couldn't have come up with better accommodations. At least ones were she didn't have to worry about pests and bugs…

She heard talking being murmured outside the door, and then heard the doorknob being touched and handled. She just hoped that it was Jake outside and not someone else… Jake, at least, she hoped she could reason with… As the door opened, she craned her neck to be able to see who it was. The familiar face of Jake Berkeley showed himself in all black holding a white paper sack from a fast food place. She could even smell the food coming from the bag, and she could see the grease soaking into the paper bag. She couldn't get a glimpse of the outside, as his figure covered the opening and then the door was closed quickly.

Jake hadn't expected Calleigh to be awake, but smiled when he saw her, "There's my Sleeping Beauty…decided to join me, have you?" He sat casually on the edge of the bed and set his sack down next to him. "How's the head feeling?"

"Jake, what are you doin'?" Calleigh asked. "They'll be looking for me…"

"Nah, I turned off the oven… So, no fire and no smoke means no one's gonna notice for a bit," Jake explained. "And even if Horatio realizes that his precious ballistics expert is missing…he's not going to find you…not here."

"He'll know it was you, Jake."

Jake shrugged it off and leaned in, "You think that's going to do any good? You think that Lieutenant Caine knowing it's me that has you is going to do any good? No one's going to tell him my mission…or where I'm at…"

"What do you want from me, Jake? I'm not like you…" Calleigh told him, the last part a whisper. "I can't just be like the people you're undercover with. That's how Horatio lost his brother…"

"Horatio…Horatio…Horatio…" Jake said rolling his eyes at her before slamming his hands down on either side of her and straddling her, "You sound like you two have a thing… I don't think the lieutenant can handle you… You're wild down deep, aren't you, Cal? You never even let me see that side," Jake told her as he let his head fall to hers closing the distance between them. "C'mon, Cal…we used to have fun…"

Calleigh moved her face, rolling it away from Jake's, "Get off me, Jake!" she shouted. "Untie me, and let me go." She was tired of his games, and she wanted to be let go now…her wrists had already taken a beating.

Jake didn't move, and instead, he forced her head, so that Calleigh was forced to look at him. "I think it's time that you loosen up and accept being a part of this," he told her before leaning down and letting his lips meet hers once again. It had been something he'd been longing to do for some time…every time he'd seen her in the last year he had wanted to pull her into a closet and start something… He knew she was different; she seemed far more controlled than he remembered. She was one for the rules, and one who was far too connected with Lieutenant Horatio Caine for Jake's liking.

Trying to scream for him to stop, Calleigh struggled with her handcuffs, and realized that even if they were heard, that people would most likely think that it was rough sex rather than what it really was. Jake was holding her against her will, and his actions were something that Calleigh didn't want. Remembering she could move her legs, she brought her knee up, but it merely connected with his lower back. Letting her legs straightened, she tried to kick, but they didn't connect hard enough with anything. When his mouth finally pulled from hers allowing them both to breathe, she coughed and then cried out, "Stop, Jake, stop!"

"That's not what you said when we were in the academy…now is it, Calleigh?" Jake pushed and let his arms snake up and pull Calleigh's blouse from her slacks. He let himself flatten against her, trying to help her remember how things used to be between them. "Relax Calleigh…" he whispered into her ear as his hands found her soft smooth skin and snaked along it, feeling the warmth.

Bringing her knee up, she brought it in contact with Jack's groin. She heard him let out a groan and the curses started to flow from his lips. She turned her face away from him, but felt him fall off of her and crushing his bag of food before he tumbled onto the floor.

"You BITCH!" he screamed from the floor where his hands held his groin protectively. The pain pulsing through his and making him cough. The breath had indeed been knocked out of him as he had started to feel like he and Calleigh were going to finally have their time to reconnect…physically and as a team. After a couple minutes of recovery time, Jake managed to crawl back up onto the bed and brought his hand down across Calleigh's exposed cheek and felt a bit of pride when he heard a cry escape her lips. "That was uncalled for, Calleigh…if you insist on acting like a bitch, I can certainly treat you that way," he growled into her ear. Moving back, he picked up his bag of smashed food and trudged off to the table and chair in the front corner and turned on the TV before crashing in the chair and opening the bag.

Calleigh stayed quiet, pulling her legs up and was just happy that she had gotten Jake to stop. Although she and Jake had been a couple while attending the academy, she was not going to start that relationship back up again… She knew it would never work, and Calleigh really didn't want to fool around with relationships… If she was going to be in one, she wanted it to be a serious adult relationship. She just lay there, and then heard her cell phone go off…they were trying to get a hold of her. She watched as Jake just ignored it. If her phone was on, then the GPS chip in it was active… GPS chips in cell phones were something that seemed mandatory for Miami, especially after Calleigh had ended up in a canal. There were too many places where people could get lost, that GPS was something that was really smart to have.

When Jake got up from his seat complaining about the sound, she turned her head away as he shut it down. If Horatio was only calling, then he wasn't to the point where he was trying to track down her location. Calleigh knew from previous cases, that they could only track down the location of past calls that had been picked up and that was using triangulation using three cell towers. She hadn't used it since she had tried to call Horatio from her apartment. She watched as he returned to his seat and ate his food. Her stomach rumbled lowly, she was hungry…she hadn't eaten since the day before and she figured it must be the afternoon…

After finishing his burger and fries, Jake looked back over at the still form of Calleigh Duquesne. "You know no one's going to call the police… People scream, cry, and shake these walls twenty-four-seven… But, if you're going to be a good girl, then I'll give you some water and something to eat, okay?" When he got a faint nod, he went to the bathroom and shuffled through things on the counter and rinsed out a plastic cup before filling it with water and bringing it back, he raised Calleigh's head and slowly started to tilt the cup for her to drink the water. He watched as some of it rolled down her throat and felt the urge to lean in and suck it from her neck, but refrained. He needed to get Calleigh ready…and with his changing plans he had lost time. He let her head rest on the pillow again, and then picked up one of the baggies and slipped it into his pocket. "I'll be right back, Babe." He picked up the hotel key and left the room. He tested the door before walking away.

He had taken a bag of white powder, and Calleigh wondered if his intent was to sell it or to put it into whatever food Jake was getting for her. Calleigh closed her eyes and tried to think of being found. She knew that if she had to, that she'd play Jake's game…to have the chance to get to freedom. But she didn't want to do the things she knew Jake could force on her like drugs and alcohol. With alcohol she had her own reasons, her father being it, and she refused to drink let alone get drunk… And drugs…the last time she had been dosed with cocaine, and it had not been a good experience. Not only because she almost lost her job the last time, but because of the feeling and the part where you come down from it… It wasn't something that she wanted to recreate.

With Jake's return, Calleigh watched him intently, and was relieved when he saw him drop a bag of potato chips down on the bed along with two energy drinks and a bundle of cash. It really didn't seem like food to her, but it would work as food for the time being. He grabbed a baggie with two tablets in it and waved it in front of her. "Ever had some before, Cal? Wait…Calleigh Duquesne is the model CSI, aren't you? Wouldn't want you to try anything, even if some of the stuff I have would make you feel better…we'll get to that later…" He opened one of the energy drinks and set it on the edge of the side table. "Now, listen…tonight…you're gonna just have some nice dreams." He opened the baggie and put the tablets on his empty palm of his hand, and then helped her sit up. He placed his fingers around her nose and pinched when her mouth shut quickly. He set the tablets on her tongue and then got the energy drink and poured some into her mouth before covering it, keeping his fingers on her nose. He watched as she squirmed until she finally swallowed, only then did he release her nose so that she could breathe. "LSD and Full Throttle…great combo…" he mumbled before kicking the side table away and then getting up and moving it himself. He wanted it out of reach. Unlocking one of her wrists, he locked the empty handcuff to the bed so that Calleigh couldn't go far. He saw the tears in her eyes, and just headed to the bathroom. "I told you to relax, Cal. You should really start listening…"

She wanted to throw up, to get the foreign substance out of her body. Tears ran down her face, but Calleigh reached out and heard the crinkling of the foil wrapper as her fingers reached the bag of potato chips. Sitting up a bit, she managed to open the bag and started to slowly eat the chips. She knew that if she got more of the energy drink or candy that the sugar could help her metabolize the drugs faster…but Calleigh was sure that Jake knew that…he didn't seem in the mood for mercy, and that was something that was quickly causing panic to run through her system.

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TBC…