"How is she?" Ian asked as he entered his daughter's apartment after being let in by Cary and the young lawyer ran a hand through his hair as he shut the door and locked it once again.

"She's sleeping," Cary said. "She was restless for ages and I didn't know what to do."

"Did you give into her and give her some more?" Ian asked and Cary shook his head quickly.

"No," he said. "I wouldn't do that."

"Then you did all you could," Ian informed the lawyer and he shook his head. "She's going to try and get out and gain some more drugs. Once she has more than she will become more dependent on them and it will be like it was a few years ago."

"What do you suggest is the best thing to do?" Cary quizzed Ian and he looked at Cary as they heard a loud noise which sounded like the opening of a window and Ian looked at the young blonde.

"You left her near a window?" he snapped at Cary as they moved into her room and saw her poking her head out the window. Ian rushed in, grabbing her round the waist as she tried to climb onto the fire escape window. Cary shut the window and locked it quickly as Isabelle struggled against her father's hold.

"Let me go!" she snapped and Ian shook his head.

"You're not going anywhere Isabelle," he told her. "You need to go cold turkey for a few days...you know that!"

"I need it daddy," she pleaded with him and he shook his head as Cary watched the pair of them, not knowing what to do as Ian held onto his daughter's wrists and she lay on her bed and he sat to the side of her.

"You don't need it baby," he told her. "This is what Marcus wants and you're not going to give into what he is trying to do to you. Do you understand me? Do you understand me Isabelle?"

Isabelle said nothing in return to her father and he stood up, checking the window was locked as Cary stood by the doorway and Ian pushed him from the room, looking back at his daughter.

"This is for the best Isabelle," he told her. "You'll see."

Ian shut the door quickly and locked it with no haste as Cary watched on and heard Isabelle stand up and try to open the door.

"You can't lock me in here!" she yelled out. "Daddy!"

"I can and I have done Isabelle," he told his daughter through the wood, closing his eyes as she continued protesting. "Try and sleep through it Is."

"Arsehole!" Isabelle spat out.

"No need for that," Ian replied back to her in a harsh voice. "Now calm down."

"That's your solution?" Cary asked, flapping his arms to the side and shaking his head. "You're going to lock her in her bedroom?"

"Have you ever dealt with a drug user before Mr Agos?" Ian snapped.

"No," Cary said. "But locking her in her room doesn't seem the right way to go about it."

"What do you think would happen if we let her out?" Ian replied. "She'd leave this apartment right now and go and find her next fix."

"But locking her in there-"

"-It is for her best interests!" Ian yelled back at Cary as Isabelle continued to hit the door. "You do not come here and lecture me about what is the best by my daughter Mr Agos. I have been through this before and you will do well to remember you know nothing."

"You've done this before?" Cary asked him. "Well Isabelle told me of how long it took before you decided to help her."

"What does that mean?" Ian hissed.

"She told me that you didn't help her until she was rushed into hospital after taking an overdose...after being found on the floor of some random man's bedroom...now that suggests to me that you didn't particularly care about your daughter when she was starting out becoming a user...you didn't care about her until you realised she could have died."

Ian remained silent for a moment, looking at the blonde after his outburst and he pursed his lips, shaking his head then he pointed at Cary.

"Don't you dare stand there and preach to me about how I haven't looked after my daughter," he warned Cary. "Don't you dare."

"Why not?" Cary replied. "Does the truth hurt?"

"Get out!" Ian snapped. "Get out right now."

"I'm not going anywhere," Cary replied and made the point by sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs and folding his arms as Ian looked at him.

"You're going to regret this Agos," he warned him. "No one makes a fool out of me, do you understand?"

"With all due respect," Cary replied. "I'm not here for you."

"And I'm going to make sure you're not here for Isabelle either."