Donna wraps her arms around herself, swallowing the fear coiled in her throat as she takes in the lavish surroundings. There's more dark oak-wood furniture but the awnings are gold and expensive, the decanters of alcohol and four poster bed in the center alluding to the room's purpose. It's designed for entertaining and a shiver runs down her spine as the door locks with an audible click. She wants to be sick at the mere thought of what's going to happen and backs away on instinct as the thug fumbles with his gun jamming it into his tight jeans.
She has nowhere to go.
She's trapped in the confined space as he strides across the carpeted floor caging her into the corner. The only chance she has to escape is to fight but his hands close around her wrists like iron cuffs and a gasp strangles her throat as she's forced back against the wall. She hits it hard screwing her eyes shut, her breath coming out hard and fast as his mouth presses hotly to her ear.
"Keep struggling but I need you to listen to me." She freezes despite the instruction and he loosens his hold long enough to give her a moment before tightening it again, shoving her as a firm reminder to pay attention. He doesn't want to hurt her but thanks to the stunt she and her boyfriend pulled it needs to be done and he angles his shoulders inline with hers blocking their faces as much as he can from the hidden cameras. "My name is Brady Morgan. I'm an undercover agent with the FBI... I can get you out of here but you need to do exactly what I say."
Shock momentarily absorbs the panic she's feeling but her body is still reacting to the danger, trembling with anxiety, and she tries to focus on slowing her breathing. She has no reason to trust him but also has no reason not to and forces her gaze up relying on instinct to read if he's lying. "You know about Holloway?"
"I know a hell of a lot more than that." He's been operating undercover for nearly six months and Holloway is just the tip of the iceberg. Though after this fiasco it'll be a miracle if he isn't made by Price the second he lets her go but the tape Specter has could prove to be vital evidence he can't risk Price getting his hands on it first. "They can't hear us but there's surveillance in this room. You see that lamp on the table behind me..." he relaxes his grip watching her eyes trail across to the heavy object. He's not looking forward to the eventuality but unfortunately they don't have a choice. "You need to get to it and knock me out, as hard as you can."
The suggestion draws her attention back to him, the concern evident in her fear, and he winds his fingers into her hair with a sharp tug- hating himself but it's a necessity. She needs to be focused on herself not worrying about him otherwise Price will do a lot worse to the both of them. "Don't feel bad... I'm attacking you, remember?"
He is but at the same time he isn't and she does her best to prise him off, biting her nails into his skin and gripping as hard as she can. He backs off as much as the surveillance will allow and her eyes slip shut with a heavy recognition. He doesn't deserve to get hurt because of her but if he really is who he's claiming to be then the alternative would be far worse and she tries to make light of the awkwardness, finding her voice with an unsteady waver, "at least tell me you hate dogs or something."
The wryly humor resonates with him, the ghost of a smirk crossing his lips. "Can't stand 'em."
She nods flexing her wrist at his shoulder to give him momentum and he forces her back again, admittedly impressed she's managing to switch focus from her fear. Not that he should be surprised given what he's witnessed tonight.
Who knows maybe they'll be able to pull this off after all.
"The footage you have implicating Price, you need to get it to Deputy Assistant Director Ross Sullivan. He'll be able to-"
"There is no tape." She blurts out the admission before even considering Morgan could just be taking her for a ride. If this is a shake down for information then she just gave herself and Harvey away but the look of irritation that flashes across his face urges her to trust him. "I made it up to buy us more time. I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do."
Shit.
A rushed sigh expands in chest and he's about as pissed off as he is almost impressed with her ability to think on her feet. She had him fooled along with Price but it doesn't change anything. He can't in good consciousness send her back to the CFO, especially not given what they've started here, and he can still use the lie to his advantage; a man rattled is a man who slips up. "You're a target now. Find Sullivan and make sure you tell him everything."
Relief urges her to thank him but before she can his hand roughly digs into her hip pulling her flush against him and the words catch in her throat. If they make it out of this then hopefully she can show him her gratitude later when Price is arrested and sent to prison for the rest of his miserable life. "Do what you have to."
The insinuation is clear and he nearly asks if she's sure- the thought of what he's about to do grating against every instinct but his gut tells him she can handle it. She'd make one hell of an undercover agent if she ever decided to switch careers and he pushes down his guilt pressing his mouth to her ear. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry."
He feels her nod in understanding and forces his mouth over hers in a bruising kiss, snapping the strap at her shoulder and pulling it down roughly. She shoves him back with surprising strength and his palm connects with her cheek, readying himself to give her room to fight back when a sharp burning pain erupts through his groan sending him spiraling to the floor.
There's no faking the reaction and he tries to stagger up on one knee when the weight of the lamp sends him crashing back down into oblivion.
AN: I'm sorry, this was is shorter than I wanted it to be! I didn't quite hit the 1500 mark but it's been a challenging weekend and I just wanted to get something up, feel a little bit productive :P Hope you enjoy!