A/N: So this has been typed and written for months. I just haven't had a moment to go back over it and edit it. Since it's done, I thought I could at least post it. I think have maybe 1 more chapter already written. I will post that eventually as well. Thank you for all the reviews and favorite story adds, I appreciate the support. Hope you enjoy the story…

All She Wanted

By Mia Bailey

Chapter 7: The Complication

"You should come out on my boat." Duke was being insistent.

Hannah laughed. "You know I don't like boats."

"But you'll like mine, I promise." Duke opened the top of his second beer. "We can go fishing."

"Yes, girls love to go fishing on big dirty boats." It was Audrey's turn to laugh. She was also on her second beer.

"My boat isn't the only thing big and dirt-"

"Okay then," Hannah interrupted Duke's come back. "I will not being going a boat for fishing or otherwise. What are some other Maine attractions I can do while I'm here?"

Audrey tapped the bottom of her beer bottle lightly on the table as she thought. "I'm fairly new to the area myself. I mean, I've been here for months but I mostly work. There hasn't been a whole lot of time for sightseeing."

"Maine is boring." Duke said for the hundredth time that night.

It was three weeks since the bluff incident. Except for that one evening, life had been normal and routine. Part of Hannah's new routine was to deliver coffee and bagels to the police station three times a week. She told them it was because of all the fine work they were doing in Haven but secretly it was because she wanted to get a glimpse of Nathan whenever possible. She felt like a high school girl with a crush. She didn't care though- it was nice to have some normal feelings to get excited about.

The frequent visits also gave her time to talk to Audrey whom she found she had a lot in common with. The two girls had started hanging out at The Gull a couple evenings a week, usually joined at some point by Duke. Nathan had yet to grace the group but with Duke around, Hannah doubted he'd want to show up. Still, the nights with Duke and Audrey were fun and entertaining and, well, normal. That was what she was here for, right? Normal.

"You can't tell me there is nothing to do here. Why would you live here if there was nothing to do?" Hannah questioned Duke.

"Because there is nothing to do anywhere. Any town, city, or burb has the same few things to do on a Friday night: go to dinner, a movie, bowling, putt putt golf, or dancing at a club. There are slight variations on those themes but generally that's it." Duke took a huge swig of his beer.

"Oooh, I think Duke should institute a karaoke night here." Audrey suggested. "I think that would be fun."

"Yes!" Hannah agreed, sipping her water. "I like it."

"No!" Duke disagreed, holding up a hand. "I draw the line at karaoke. I do not want to hear people sing badly in my restaurant. I have a taste level, you know."

"Nope. Didn't know." Audrey quipped. They all chuckled. Audrey checked her phone for the time and about choked on her beer. "Okay, I gotta go guys. It's late and I have to work tomorrow."

"Boo for work." Hannah gave her a thumbs down.

"I know, I agree. Maybe I'll take some vacation days and we can just travel the coast. Check out some beaches." Audrey stood, putting on her coat.
"Now that I can do." Hannah agreed with a smile. She would like to think of Audrey as a friend but the truth was she still always felt like a suspect in the agent's eyes. Even though the murder at the Inn had been dropped locally, Hannah had a feeling Audrey still thought she was involved somehow. Still, it seemed Audrey was good at separating her work from her social life and the offer seemed genuine.

Audrey left, leaving Duke and Hannah staring at each other. Duke was on the tipsy side but she had seen him much drunker on other nights. Still, she was feeling sleepy herself; it was time to call it a night. "Want me to drive you home?" She asked him.

"Nah. I'll walk from your place though." Duke always made sure to walk her to her apartment door. He was being sweet and trying to protect her. Hannah was more than capable of taking care of herself but she liked to let him be sweet to her. It made him feel good about himself and it was harmless.

At her apartment he volunteered to stay the night as he usually did. She turned him down, as she usually did. Her key slid into the lock easily but the door was already open. Duke stood from leaning against the hallway wall abruptly as she pushed the door open without turning her key.

"Don't," he warned, grabbing her arm gently.

"It's okay." She assured him, flipping on the light.

But it wasn't okay. Her apartment was trashed. She didn't have much stuff but she had accumulated a few things over the past two months of living in Haven. What precious little she had was strew about; broken plates, dishes, and glasses were all over the kitchen counters. Things were turned on their side. Clothes were thrown from her room into the living room. Her drapes were askew and her TV was cracked. Someone hadn't come to rob her, they'd come to destroy her place.

"What the…" Duke was staring, jaw dropped in astonishment.

"They've found me." She whispered.

He sobered up instantly at that. He couldn't be exactly sure what she meant but he had a bit of a clue. "They haven't found you. You don't know that."

"Look at this." She gestured toward her ruined home. "This isn't a simple, petty crime. This is a message."

"You're reading into it."

"Duke, this is serious-"

"I know." He turned her toward him. He repeated himself quieter. "I know it's serious. But you're jumping to conclusions before you have the facts. Let's call the police."

She shook her head. "They can't help me."

"They will be able to find out if it's just some kids playing pranks. That's possible."

"But-"

"No buts." Duke pulled out his phone and dialed. "Nathan's not answering. I'm calling the PD. They can come over and check it out but you're staying with me tonight."

"No, I'll go to the police station and-"

"And what? Tell them that you were out all night, came back and place was trashed. Then what? Explain why you might be a target to someone?"

He had a point. She didn't really have an explanation beyond the fact that she was randomly targeted for a crime. She could hardly tell the police who she really thought was behind the vandalism. She nodded at him as his call was answered. He spoke to the police then hung up. "Come on." He took her by the arm and led her away.

She didn't remember getting to his boat. The whole way they were walking she couldn't think of anything but 'they found me.' What was she going to do if that was true? She wasn't ready to leave Haven.

She let Duke lead her to his sleeping quarters. He dug out a tee shirt and pajama pants and handed them to her. "Change, then bed. We are sleeping this terrible night away."

She was too tired to argue. He left her to change. The pajamas were way too big on her but she put them on anyway and crawled under the covers of the bed. She heard Duke come back in but she didn't move. She was too exhausted and too scared to think.

Hannah did move, however, when Duke crawled into bed next to her. "No, no, no, no, no, no." She protested. "You and I are not sleeping in the same bed together."

He looked at her as though she had lost her mind. "It's my bed." He insisted.

"You're not good at keeping your hands to yourself." She reminded him.

"We're two adults, you don't think we can keep to our own sides of the bed?" He asked, looking a bit insulted.

"I know I can, what about you?" She gave him a sideways look.

"I just want to sleep." He assured her. "We'll probably have to deal with Nathan in the morning and I need my beauty rest for that, okay?"

Hannah sighed but sank back down into the bed. "Fine. Good night."

"Good night." Duke rolled over away from her. "And you're welcome by the way."

Rolling her eyes she realized she was being rather ungrateful. She rolled over and leaned over him, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "Thank you." She whispered in his ear before going back to her side of the bed, closing her eyes, and falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.


It was still pitch black when she woke later. She wasn't sure what woke her but whatever it was it didn't fully wake her up. She felt groggy and fuzzy headed. Something was sending off alarm bells in her head but they were distant and indistinct. She couldn't remember for the life of her why she should be worried.

She rolled onto her side and saw Duke sleeping peacefully. Whatever it was hadn't woken him up. She scooted closer to him in the bed, snuggling right up to his side. She gently laid a hand on his chest and closed her eyes, thinking somewhere in the back of her mind she was just cold and he was like a big heat lamp she was drawn to.

Something kept her from falling back asleep though. Still hazy, she blinked a few times before looking up to Duke's face. She felt herself being drawn toward him. She had an urgent desire to kiss him, strip him, lick him, do-

NO, her rational mind was able to cut in momentarily. She didn't like Duke that way. Sure he was cute and funny and sweet at times but she had strong feelings for a completely different person. Duke was just a fun buddy to hang out with, she couldn't-

All rational thought left when he opened his eyes sleepily and looked at her. "What are you-" He whispered but she cut him off with a finger to her lips.

She climbed on top of him, straddling him. There was nothing left in her mind save one thought: She wanted Duke Crocker. She leaned forward to kiss him but he stopped her just short, putting gentle pressure on her shoulders. She looked at him curiously.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking a little more awake and completely confused.

"Kissing you." Wasn't it obvious?

"Yes, but why?" He was still confused.

She rubbed her hands over his chest, downward and under his shirt. She pulled it off over his head. He didn't stop her. Leaning close to his ear she whispered, "Because I want you." This time when she went to kiss him, he didn't stop her.

"Who am I to argue that?" He murmured against her mouth, returning the kiss with equal intensity.

Between kisses and clothes flying about the room, she kept whispering his name and how much she wanted him. They seemed to be the only words she was capable of saying but she was so caught up in the moment it didn't matter. He flipped her to her back and she grabbed him, pulling him on top of her. All that mattered in that moment was Duke and being with him.


The next morning came quickly and brightly. Hannah felt as though she had been drugged, beaten, and left to sleep it off for a week. Her head was pounding and light hurt her eyes. Her first thoughts were of confusion as to where she was. Then in a rush that made her head pound twice as hard, the night's events came flooding back, in order. Not one detail was left out about her evening in those moments of recollection. What had she done?

She turned and looked at the other side of the bed. Duke wasn't there. Maybe that part had been a dream, just a dream from sleeping in a weird place. There was no way she could have done what she thought she did with him; he was just her friend.

Considering the fact that she was naked, the dream theory was really farfetched. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, last night happened the way she was remembering. The question now was why? After she woke in the middle of the night and did…what she did with Duke, she hadn't felt in control of any of her actions. Her brain had been sleeping and she had had no power over what her body did, like someone else was in control. It hadn't been her choice.

It was a weird thought, being under someone else's control, but it wasn't impossible. After what she had been through in her life and her few months in Haven she had an open mind to possibilities most people would find insane. She just had to figure out the who and how. Simple, she thought wryly.

She groaned as she rolled over in the bed, hiding under the covers. She was going to have to tell Duke. He would be crushed.

Not that she flattered herself into thinking he was in love with her or anything. No, Duke was not above sex for sex's sake. He probably wasn't above friends having casual sex whenever the mood struck them. But telling him she wasn't in control of what she did last night might be a huge ego blow to him.

Well, it's not like he doesn't have ego to spare, she thought grimly, crawling from the bed to find some clothes. The pajamas Duke had given her last night were in separate corners of the room. She tried not to remember how they had gotten there. The one thing she knew was that she had to tell Duke the truth or this was going to get ugly fast. He might be upset at first but better that than to think she was playing him or after something. Lying in this situation wouldn't be in her best interest.

She found him cooking breakfast in the galley section of the ship. It was the nicest part of the inside of the boat, finished in polished wood and fairly clean. He looked up from the scrambled eggs as she entered and grinned. "Morning, babe."

She closed her eyes. Great, she already had a pet name. "Duke," she started but he didn't let her continue.

"Scrambled, overcooked, just like you like them." He slid the eggs onto a paper plate and grabbed an already poured glass of orange juice. He set them on the table behind him and went back to the stove to work on his own. "Toast will be ready in a second."

He looked so happy and was trying to be so sweet. She would rather shoot herself in the leg in that moment then tell him what she had to. Taking a deep breath she tried again. "Duke, we need to talk." She slid into the seat and looked at the eggs but her stomach was turning somersaults as she tried to reason out exactly how she was going to break it to him.

"About what?" he asked, flipping the eggs in his pan.

"About last night." She decided she should at least drink a sip of orange juice as her mouth was suddenly dry.

He looked over at her with a Cheshire grin. "Which part of last night?"

Chewing on her bottom lip she sighed softly, hating every choice of words she had to say next. "A-about what we did."

He put his own eggs on a plate and walked over to sit across from her, his coffee mug already there. He looked at her curiously. "Something wrong?"

"Yes," At his insta-hurt look she backtracked. "No, no. Well, yes and no." This was going swimmingly. She sighed again. "There was nothing bad about it. It was fine." She thought for a moment before correcting herself. "It was good. That's not the problem."

Duke looked as though he didn't know whether to be worried or pleased with himself. He decided on confused. "There's a problem?"

Hannah bit her bottom lip as she looked at him. Both of their eggs were untouched at this point. He was staring at her, questions in his eyes. She was looking in her brain for the right way to say what she had to say. Nothing sounded good. "It wasn't me." She finally said, dropping her eyes to her intertwined hands on the table.

"What?"

"It wasn't me."

From the edge of her vision she could see his expression going from worry to anger mixed with puzzlement. "You were there."

"But it wasn't me doing it. I wasn't-"

"I was there and you sure as HELL were there too." He cut her off, his voice rising in anger. "I don't know what you're trying to say, but it was you."

"I wasn't in control," she was pleading for him to listen with her tone. "I was there, physically but mentally, it wasn't me."

He took a minute to process her words. "How is that possible? I was there. It was you." He was insistent. "You said things-"

"The same things, over and over. I know. I remember."

"How can you remember but say you weren't there? Hannah, this is bullshit." He was getting angry again. "If you didn't want to do it, you didn't have to. I was perfectly content just to sleep last night."

She set her jaw, trying not to get equally angry back at him. She was just as much a victim in this, if not more so. He didn't have the right to be mad at her. She just needed to make him understand. "I was too, Duke." Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes to even her breathing pattern while counting to ten. When she opened her eyes he was staring at her, his face blank. It scared her that she couldn't read his thoughts from his expression.

"How about I start from the top." She tried the best she could to explain how she had woken up and felt the draw to him. She told him about her mind going blank except the one thought in her mind about him and how when she woke up she could remember what happened but also how she had had no control over any of it. He didn't say a word the entire time she spoke, he simply stared at her with a blank expression.

"So, you didn't want me." That seemed the part that hurt him the most.

"Duke," She didn't want to answer that statement. "That's not what I'm saying-"

"So you did?"

"I…" She didn't know how to proceed without hurting his feelings.

"It's okay. I've been flirting with you since day one and you've never given me any signs of returning my advances. I should have known it was too good to be true. I was half asleep, half drunk, and all wishful thinking." He closed his eyes and rubbed them with the heels of his palms. "What a nightmare."

She quirked her mouth to the side, unhappy to see him so upset. She didn't want to hurt his feelings this way. She was determined to figure out what happened and who did it. Whoever it was had a lot to answer for. "I'm sorry." She offered.

"Wasn't you. Nothing you need to apologize for."

"I didn't mean to-"

Duke held up a hand. "Let's drop it, okay? I don't feel like talking about it right now." There was an awkward pause, neither one knowing what to say. Finally, Duke stood up taking their uneaten eggs to the garbage. "Oh, by the way, Nathan's coming by shortly to question you about the apartment."

Hannah's eyes grew wide. "What?"

"Police called your phone this morning, looking for you. I answered it and let them know where you were. They said they were sending Nathan over."

Hannah stood abruptly. "We can't tell him."

"Tell him? Tell him what?"

"What happened."

"He's the police. If someone is doing some sort of mind control thing then he needs to be out there looking for them before they do it again." He paused a minute. "Though, if they are out there mind controlling girls to sleep around, maybe I should take advantage of that before he or she gets busted."

"Duke…" she said in a warning voice.

"Just saying. It's kind of a great idea. Maybe I like this person more than I originally thought."

There were footsteps on the deck. Hannah looked desperately at Duke. She didn't want Nathan to know, not right away at least, and not to be told by Duke. "You're not going to tell him, right?" She reiterated.

"Why do you care so much? It's just Nathan…" He looked at her closely, seeing the desperation in her eyes. He put two and two together. Looking rather disgusted he groaned. "Oh no, you like him?"

"Shhh!" She waved at him to keep his voice down. Nathan was seconds away from walking in on them. "Keep your voice down. Whether I do or not is not your business, I just don't want him to know right now, okay? This is our secret for the moment."

"I can't believe you like him." Duke sounded half amused, half irritated. It was interesting how he felt conflicting emotions fairly constantly and they came out in his voice and expressions so well. "We are not done with this conversation." He whispered just as Nathan stepped through the doorway.

Hannah put on a large, fake smile. "Detective Wuornos, how are you today?" She asked brightly. Duke just rolled his eyes.

"You spent the night here?" Nathan eyed her pajamas and orange juice.

"Yes, yes I did. Duke was kind enough to let me stay. I think he wanted to protect me, too. We were both pretty freaked out by the state of my apartment last night."

"It's trashed." Nathan nodded, looking from her to Duke who was busy looking busy and not looking at either of them. "Nothing stolen?" He asked, looking back to her.

"Nothing I could see from last night. All my expensive stuff was still there. Broken, but still there."

"So not a robbery." Nathan mused. "Do you have any enemies?"

Hannah barely stopped herself from snorting in amusement. "Not any I can think of off the top of my head. Most people I used to know don't even know I'm here so unless I've made someone in town mad, I don't know that the vandalism was targeted at me."

Nathan's brows creased with question. "What do you mean?"

Hannah sighed, chewing her bottom lip and looking back over at Duke before meeting Nathan's eyes again. "Well, I've been thinking about it this morning a bit. The lease isn't in my name." Duke turned to look at her words. "Maybe it wasn't me they were trying to scare."

"Well now, I know you have enemies." Nathan said, looking over at Duke.

Duke held up his hands and smiled tightly. "What can I say? I'm a likable guy."

Nathan shook his head and turned back to Hannah. "So you're saying you don't think this is random?"

Hannah shrugged. "I really don't know. It could be random. But that much destruction seems personal."

Duke walked over to where the two of them stood. "Maybe it's a jealous girl who thinks you're my kept mistress. Lease is in my name, I'm letting a pretty girl stay in the apartment. I could be your sugar daddy."

Hannah wanted to protest but it was a plausible explanation. "Do you have jealous girls hanging around?"

"Maybe. I have lots of friends."

"And enemies." Nathan added. "Okay, well Audrey and I are looking into it. Your apartment is a crime scene, though, so you need to find a place to stay for a few days." He made a pointed look at her. She could tell he didn't like her staying on the boat.

"Hey, I saw that. I'm a gentleman. I don't do things girls don't want me to do." Duke said flippantly, walking away from them.

"It's okay." Hannah said softly to Nathan. "I can stay at a hotel for a few days or something. I'll work it out."

"Watch him," Nathan replied, equally as soft. "I know you're friends, but he can be bad news. I don't trust him."

Hannah smiled at him. "I know. But I do. It will be okay. Thanks for checking into things."

Nathan nodded, turned, and was gone. Duke had left out the back way, leaving her alone in the galley. She slumped into the seat, rested her head in her arms on the table and did everything she could do to fight back tears.