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The Promise and the Favor.

Gillian sat on the king sized bed, not daring to moving a muscle, silently, she watched him. He was gripping his head in his hands and rocking back and forth, sobbing like a heartbroken child. She had been his captive for seven days and as each day slowly slipped by his behavior became more neurotic. She had witnessed a myriad of emotional displays from him, volatile anger, obsessive lust, even manic happiness, but this was the first that he had shown any vulnerability.

"Everything's such a mess; I've screwed everything up, haven't I? Oh shit, I just can't think straight." He lifted his head from his hands, searching her face with bloodshot eyes, praying that she could offer him salvation.

"It's OK" her voice soft and comforting "We can sort this all out, I'll help you, I promise" she smiled kindly.

"Really? You would really help me after what I've done?" He sniveled as he wiped the tears from his face. Gillian nodded and forced an empty smile, he smiled back at her, each of his features illuminated with unbridled joy. Swiftly he moved from the silk covered chair that he had been seated in and positioned himself on the bed next to her. Gillian suppressed the overwhelming desire to shudder as he took her hand in his own and idly stroked the back of it.

"I promise, I'll help you. We can sort this all out, it's fixable, but…but the first thing you have to do is let me go."

"NO!" he jumped from the bed as if she had electrocuted him, the heartbroken, sniveling child and been replaced by a furious and unpredictable man. Beads of glistening sweat began to form on his sallow skin and his whole body shook uncontrollably.

"You don't want to help me, you just want to get away from me, so you can run back to Lightman" he raged, bearing his teeth in a callous sneer as he uttered Cal's name.

"No, no, that's not it, I really do want to help you, but we need to get you some help, professional, medical help. Look, you're shaking; it's from withdrawal, if we could get you to a doctor"

"Don't try to fucking psychobabble me Gilly. I don't need a doctor, I'm just fine, I know what I need to do to feel better. As for letting you go, it's not going to happen, letting you leave me…well… it will make things worse and nothing will get resolved. I need to make them pay!" He dropped to his knees in front of her, capturing her face between his shaking hands.

"You could make this all so much easier Gilly, you really could. Just tell me you love me and that you want to be with me." His vice like grip on her face tightened causing an almost unbearable pressure on her cheeks and jaw. "Just say it, say you love me Gilly, just fucking say it!" his voice was at fever pitch.

"OK, OK, I love you!" She cried as he increased the pressure. "I love you" As the words hit his ears, he gasped, momentarily ceasing the pressure. She had finally said the words that he wanted to hear, but her terrified face was telling a different story. His hands few from her face and clamped around her throat and with one powerful movement he slammed her backwards onto the bed. He straddled her using the weight of his manly frame to pin her down and subdue her desperate attempts to dislodge him

"You lying bitch" he snarled as she clawed frantically at his hands, "You don't love me, you love him, he doesn't deserve your love Gilly, it's all his fault that you're here now!" Gillian began to thrash wildly desperate for air she dug her fingernails into his hands. Finally realizing he was choking her, he instantly released his grasp. "I'm so sorry Gilly, I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you ok?" He reached down to stroke her cheek but she slapped his hand away. "Oh you're angry with me, I've hurt you haven't I. Let me kiss it better" he breathed leaning down to kiss her

"Don't!" she sobbed twisting her head away.

"Don't be like that darling. I really am sorry; I will buy you a present to make it up to you. Another nice dress or some flowers maybe?" he cooed, attempting to stroke her neck where finger shaped bruises were already beginning to appear. Defiantly she refused to let him touch her and she forcefully pushed his hands away. He sighed heavily and in one quick motion caught both of her slender wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, using his other he roughly grasped her face and twisted it to face him. "I SAID I wanted to kiss it and make it better" he pouted before forcing his mouth onto hers. She clamped her lips together, determined not to allow him the pleasure of a real kiss, however, he was used to getting what he wanted and wasn't about to give in so easily. Savagely, he sunk his teeth into her bottom lip until she cried out in pain and as her lips parted he forced his frantic tongue in her mouth.

"That was amazing" he whispered dreamily as he broke away from the kiss. Brushing his lips with his fingertips he smiled "I swear, I saw stars, how was it for you angel?" His face crumpled with disappointment as he saw two sparkling tears streak from Gillian's eyes. "Oh darling, what's the matter? Have I scared you?" Having observed the unpredictability of his nature and experiencing what her defiance stirred in him, the psychologist in Gillian knew that ignoring him would provoke his sadistic side so she nodded slowly, praying that showing vulnerability would connect with his nurturing tendencies. She had read him perfectly. Remorse flooded his face and he scooped her up into his arms. "I'm so sorry my angle; please don't be afraid of me. I would never hurt you." He kissed the top of her head lovingly. "I know my behavior has been…well…you know….I need to take something and get my head straight and then things will be fine." He kissed her softly again, before gently releasing her from the forced embrace. His face had drained of all color and his body shook widely, he shakily made his way over to his coat that was haphazardly draped over the back of a chair. "This will fix everything" he mumbled to himself as he pulled a small bag of cocaine from his pocket.

"You don't need to take that, I can help you….Please, let me help you." Gillian's horse voice croaked as she nursed her bruised throat. He paused, momentarily, looking up from the line of cocaine he was preparing.

"Do you love me Gillian?" he asked bluntly

"No, but…"

"I thought that would be your answer." He laughed a hollow laugh. "If you don't love me, you can't help me sweetheart, but this….this will" Inhaling the white powder his eyes rolled back into his head as the hedonistic pleasure assaulted his system, he saw swirls of color , heard rushes of sound. All of his thoughts began to swirl in his head, flooding his mind in a jagged onslaught of images. He dropped to his knees and his body shook and then calm ensued. Everything became still, a sense of clarity washed over him, his eureka moment had hit him and he knew what he needed to do. A new plan had formed in his drug addled mind, a plan that would make all of them pay and all he had to do to set it in motion was call in a favor, he needed to make a phone call, he needed to call Alec Foster.

A/N I hope this is ok and you are still enjoying it. I felt this chappie was a little rushed as I am so pressed for time at the moment. Lots of little babies wanting to be born!!! lol. Will try and do the next one as soon as i can. Thanks for sticking with it.