Title - Dear Diary
Author - QueenWillie
Pairing - Daniel/Wilhelmina
Rating - R
Disclaimer - They aint mine, they're Horta's and if he hasany sense he'll put 'em together in series 4 :)
Summary - Can all this animosity really just be over a job?

Chapter 6

By the time Daniel arrived back at the office, Marc and Betty were already there and sitting at their desks, having raced back the moment they saw Daniel make a move from the park bench. Betty tried her best to look busy, she needn't have bothered as Daniel didn't even afford her a cursory glance as he strode into his office. She looked at him through the glass and could see the battle he was waging inside him. He was never one to be able to mask his emotions. On autopilot, because she knew that whether he knew it or not, he needed her, she walked to his door and entered without knocking.

As he held his head in his hands he smirked inwardly. He had given it two minutes before she came in the office to offer her usual brand of comfort and advice, she had broken her own record this time. She spoke softly to him.

'How was your meeting?'

He looked up at her, with quizzical eyes and inclined his head. He knew she hadn't bought it.

'Okay, I know there was no meeting.'

Daniel didn't even bother to explain, instead he simply asked; 'Has she come back yet?'

Betty shook her head, 'Marc tried calling her, she didn't answer. She must have gone straight home from the park.'

Daniel started nodding his head and stopped abruptly. 'How did you know we were at the park?' He asked in an even voice.

Betty stared ahead, not replying.

'Were you spying on us?'

'No Daniel, Marc and I…'

'Marc!'

Her voice rose in pitch and her words became faster; 'Well when I realised you were lying about the meeting and I knew who you were with and with everything that's been going on with Molly and the diaries…I just wanted to look out for you.'

'What did you see?'

Again she didn't answer, he nodded when he realised she must have seen him kiss her. 'So what…you think I'm trying to get over Molly by getting under Wilhelmina?' The anger was clear in his voice.

Sick of his attitude, her voice rose to match his. 'Well I wouldn't put it as crudely as that, but yes, I think your wife dying has left you vulnerable and you're making bad decisions because of it, latching on to the wrong people.'

He walked up to her, his voice lower now but still angry. 'Let me make this clear. I loved my wife…but this has nothing to do with Molly. What happened between me and Wilhelmina was long before you came on the scene to run my life, stay out of it.'

He grabbed his coat and walked from the office.

xXx

He let himself into his apartment, guilt already eating at him for what he had said to Betty. All she had ever done was try to look out for him, protect him. He could be such an ass sometimes. He vowed to make it up to her. Walking into his apartment still felt strange without Molly there to welcome him. He felt he was cheating on her memory just by remembering his relationship with Wilhelmina but it was eating away at him and he couldn't stop it.

He was so lost in thoughts of Molly and Wilhelmina that he didn't notice he was not alone in the apartment until he had stood over the intruder, sitting in the armchair in his lounge.

'Jesus!' He jumped about a foot in the air, could feel his heart battering in his chest.

'What are you doing here? How did you get in here?'

'You doorman can be very accommodating when he has a handful of 20's'

'Nice to know security's doing it's job.'

'Everyone has a price Daniel.'

'Why are you here?'

'Why did you kiss me?'

He sighed, 'Honestly? I don't know. Again, why are you here?'

'I don't know either.'

He laughed slightly and walked to a cabinet in the corner of the room, returning with two glasses of Bourbon. He handed one to her and remained standing over her, he watched her run her finger round the rim of the glass and stare at it's contents. He downed his drink in one gulp, he didn't know what was about to happen but he had the feeling he'd need Dutch courage for it.

She stood up suddenly and walked over to the same cabinet, draining her glass she poured another measure and drank it in the same fashion. She turned round to face him.

'Question. You said that you have loved me, we both know you've hated me. What do you feel when you look at me now?'

He gulped, 'I don't know.'

Rolling her eyes she walked towards him and grabbed him the same way he had done to her earlier and kissed him hard on the lips. She pulled away leaving him stunned and breathless.

'How 'bout now?'

'What was that?'

'I need to know Daniel.'

'Well I don't know.'

'Well neither do I!' She shouted at him.

'This is exactly like before, I said no. Time and time again, but you just kept on coming until you broke me down, and now…'

'And now what?'

'I made myself hate you Daniel, long before you came to Mode. Once you were there, in my job, it was easy to do, but for years before….I trained myself to loathe you.'

'Well what do you feel now?' He said drawing closer to her.

'I told you…I don't know.'

'Me either.' He was so close she could smell his aftershave, the bourbon on his breath.

'You know, for two such intelligent people, we really don't know a lot do we?' She asked in a low, breathy voice.

'I guess not.' His words were hurried as he dropped his empty glass on the floor, not caring as her heard it break and he pushed his lips against hers again.

She responded eagerly, moaning under his kisses as her hands ran over his body. Daniel used his body to move her, hands holding her tight he steered her out of the lounge and into his bedroom. Lips and hands still assaulting as he pulled her onto the bed with him.

xXx

Se blinked slowly as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the clock on the nightstand read 4.13am. She took in the sounds of him breathing beside her and she felt her stomach flip. Out of guilt? Out of lust? She still didn't know. She was still naked under the sheets and she could feel his body pressed against her. Moving from the bed she pulled one of the sheets around her, as she stood up he sensed her movement and she froze, frightened he would wake up and with no idea what to say to him if he did. Thankfully he snorted loudly in his sleep, wrapped his arm around to the pillow and fell back to sleep.

The only sound was her feet padding on the tiles as she entered his kitchen and poured a glass of water. She checked her cell, sitting on the counter, 27 missed calls from Marc and surprisingly 4 from Betty. She shut it off and placed it back on the counter, looking up she caught her reflection in Daniels Aluminium fridge. What the hell was she doing? It was half four in the morning and she was standing in Daniel Meade's kitchen wearing nothing but a sheet after sleeping with the man she had vowed never to let under her skin again.

She quietly walked back to his room and sat on the edge of the bed. Part of her, the old her, wanted to crawl back into the warm bed and feel him wrapped around her, the new her wanted to get dressed and run. Turning the bedside light on she looked up and her mind was made up thanks to what she saw. Sitting on the unit, inches from where her head had lain, was a framed copy of the wedding issue. Molly looking radiant on the cover, her gaze lingering on her marital bed.

Wilhelmina's skin crawled when she realised she had just fucked her ex lover and current enemy in the bed where he had made love to his dying wife. Looking over the other side of the bed she could make out the faint outline of Daniel and Molly's wedding picture. The woman was still everywhere in this apartment, she wasn't about to let herself open up again just to be pushed out by a dead woman.

xXx

Daniel woke a little after 7am and turned in the bed, it was empty. He called her name and walked though his apartment but he knew she was gone. He tried calling her cell, straight to voicemail, her home, no answer.

Fine, he thought. If she's going to run away again and refuse to talk to me, I still have one way of finding out the truth. Retrieving the books from their hiding place, he started to read.