Here is CH.3. I'd like to thank those of you who leave reviews. Hope you like this as well.

Don's Secret

The sound of voices wakes me up from my sleep. As one of the voices gets louder I open my eyes to see Don blocking someone from coming in to the room. The one that is yelling is Don himself.

"Now is not the time. Come back later."

"Flack, I know you want to watch out for her, but she has evidence. We have to gather the evidence. You know this."

At the sound of a woman with a southern drawl I look over Don's shoulder to see a woman. She has black hair that touches her shoulders, and blue eyes. She looks pretty tall she stands a little past Don's shoulder.

"Don, it is cool. Let her do her job."

Don moves to let her in, but I can see that he doesn't want to. She walks past him to the foot of my bed.

"Hey, I'm Jo Danville. I need to take pictures, look under your nails, and just gather anything to help tell us what happened. Is that ok?"

I nod my head at her. She turns to Don as I get out of the bed.

"Flack, do you mind stepping out for a minute?"

I look over to them to see Don answer Jo without taking his eyes off of me.

"I'm good. I will stay right here, thank you."

"It is fine. He can stay. It is not like we could make him move even if I wanted to. Don, seeing as you want to stay, closes the door and the curtains. Then come here and make yourself useful."

Jo and I watch as Don does what he is told. Jo looks at me with a smirk on her face.

"You sure have him trained. How long did it take?"

I laugh at her.

"It took me sometime to just to get him to put the toilet sit down. What do you think?"

Both Jo and I laugh. I stop when Don stands next to me. I look up at him. It is rare to find a man that I have to look up to see them eye-to-eye. He looks back at me with a smile. Then he lean down to put his lips on my ear.

"I will show you trained croi."

I smile as he calls me heart in Irish. We look back at Jo as she clear her throat to get our attention.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

I nod my head at that. I stand still for her to take her pictures.

"I need you to remove your gown now."

I look at Don's face as she takes the pictures. I watch as his face gets redder with anger with each mark he sees on my body, from the boot mark on my stomach to the hand prints on my thighs.

"Ok, we have to do a rape kit as well."

I look as Don begins to get edgy. I grab his face to have him look me in the face. Once our eyes meet I say to both Don and Jo without taking my eyes off of Don's.

"There is no need of one. I was not raped. I shot him before he got that far."

Don keeps looking at me till he nods his head that he believes me. I kiss him on the lips. Once we pull apart I let Jo finish her job. As she works Jo asks me,

"What happened in that room?"

I take a deep breath as I tell them what happened.

"As I sure Sam told you, we were shopping when we were taken. When I woke up we were in the warehouse. They were so focused on Sam that they didn't see me working on my bond. When the guy that looked like he was the brain left, he made his way to Sam. When I got loose, I jumped him. When they pulled me away from him they took me to the other room. When we got there the head guy told them to take a walk. That was when he started to hit me. He stripped me naked. He was about to do it. I reached for my jacket to get my gun that I have on me at all times. And yes, I have the paper work for it, and a concealed gun permit. I pulled it out and told him to back off but he kept coming so I fired my gun at him. And, like, five minutes later you guys showed up."

As I tell them what had happen Jo finishes with everything.

"Done. You can put your gown back on now. Thank you."

I nod as Don helps me with my gown and gets me into the bed. I watch as Jo gets everything together. She turns to me.

"It was nice to meet you, Grace."

I shake her hand.

"You as well."

Jo walks out of the room. I turn to Don as he stands by the door like a guard dog. I pat my lap.

"Here, boy. Come here, boy."

Don narrows his eyes at me. I give him my best kicked puppy look as I still pat my leg. He walks over to me. Taking my hand in his, I pull him in to the bed with me.

"You my croi are a medicine"

I smirk as he calls me a witch in Irish.

"And you wouldn't have me anyway."

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And that is it. Hope you like it. My Irish may not be good. I translated it online, so if it is wrong let me know. Tell me what you think.