Dare I do it? I'll need to confront Fury about it eventually before it's too late. There is no way we can let Kilgrave join the team. I refuse to let him walk around a borderline free man. That could not and will not happen. It just can't…

And overthinking about it isn't going to help matters. Fortunately for me, I had a wonderful fiancé that can tell when something's up with me. Sometimes that's a benefit, sometimes it's a detriment, but in this case? It's a welcomed friend. When I came back from my mini road trip with Coulson, I didn't have a choice in the matter. I had St. Thomas flashbacks as soon as I walked in my bedroom.

Roses on the bed. A pretty dress. And a note from the sweetest demigod in the history of mankind.

You work yourself too hard.

Come play with me.

I'll be waiting in the garage.

All my love,

Loki.

I swear to God…He really needs to stop watching chick flicks with Steve when I'm not home. Don't get me wrong. In his own special way, Loki manages to make it sweet and adorable. But for a girl that doesn't really do chick flicks, it's almost a little cringe worthy. I'll take the romantic gesture, though. I got dressed and ready in near record time, got the chorus of the wolf whistles of approval, and headed downstairs.

"About time," Loki teased, "You took too long."

"I had just gotten in," I shoved him, stealing a quick kiss from him, "Cut me some slack."

"Just this once, though," he got in the driver's side of Tony's Lamborghini, "I wouldn't want it going to your head."

I loved this man…

Loki took me uptown, far enough away from the tower to completely distract me from everything and anything my little head wanted to stir up. However, as we distanced ourselves from the tower, he felt me distancing myself from him. I could spit from my side of the table to his, but we never felt so far apart.

"If I didn't know any better," Loki broke the uncomfortable silence, "I'd think you were ignoring me."

"No," I promised, "Not ignoring you. I swear."

"You've had more conversation with the waiter than you have with me," he chuckled, "A lot on your mind?"

"Yeah," I nodded, playing with his fingers, "That drive with Coulson kind of knocked some things loose."

"Are you alright?" Loki worried.

"Eventually."

"You know," Loki said, "You and I haven't seen much of each other since you've gone back to work."

"I've been busy."

"Please," Loki took my hands, "Talk to me, darling. You've been telling me that you and I will talk later, but you end up either busy or sleeping. That's why I took you out of the tower tonight. No distractions. No interruptions. No wires. Now, tell me what's bothering you…"

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked, "And you answer it honestly? Regardless of what you've been told?"

"Always."

Here goes nothing, "Do you know about Fury's plans for Kilgrave?"

"Did he get in your head again?" Loki immediately jumped on the defensive.

"Just answer me," I begged, a bit of a snarl in my voice.

"No," Loki sighed out, "I don't. Fury figures that knowing about Kilgrave is a need to know basis thing. Now, you answer me. Did Kilgrave get in your head again?"

"He did at first," I admitted, "But I did some digging and some fact checking. And some of what Kilgrave told me was true."

"How far up did you go?" Loki wondered, "How deep did you dig?"

"Pretty deep," I went on, "Why else would I have gone out on the back roads with Coulson today? Father-daughter bonding time? No. I love Coulson, but I don't think we could ever really have that kind of a bond. The fact that I was using him to get information is kind of proof of that. I mean, he's Fury's right hand man. He had to know something."

"Listen to me, my love," his voice shook, "I know it's hard for you to see this right now, but this is exactly what Kilgrave wants. He wants to turn you, the best SHIELD has to offer aside from the Avengers, against the rest of us. I want you to make me a promise. Right here. Right now."

"What is it?"

"Don't let him win," Loki demanded, "Do not let Kilgrave win. You are stronger than you know, darling. Kilgrave is just a hiccup. You just need some water and time and he'll go away."

If Fury's brought Kilgrave on, he's already won.

Loki and I got home that night and I couldn't sleep to save my life. A part of me kind of wanted to go crawl in with Bucky, but I knew better. I didn't want a repeat of the last time I came out of his bedroom. I couldn't handle dealing with Tony again. Just what I wanted. Rumors circulating around the tower that Loki and I aren't doing good. That's something that needs to get down to Kilgrave…

The next morning, despite my serious need for a cocktail of coffee and cocaine with a hint of meth, I left for Dr. Blake's office. Dr. Donald Blake. Psychiatrist to the Avengers, but he can't tell anyone about it…Hold on…Wow…I've never felt so stupid. Now, I know why Dr. Donald Blake sounds so familiar. He's not the psychiatrist to the Avengers…

"Hello, my dear," he welcomed me into his office, "Is everything alright? You seem distressed."

"I figured something out today," I sat on his couch, "I know why I can open up to you as well as what I do."

"Oh?" the "doctor" sat with me, "And why is that?"

A little smile stretched across my face, "You can drop the act, Loki. I know it's you."

"Loki?" he gave me a look, "What do you mean? You think I'm your fiancé?"

"I don't think so," I assured, "I know so. I've finally seen through your magic, baby. Only took me this long, but I've finally seen through it."

"Really," Dr. Blake's façade broke, "So, what gave me away?"

"The name," I told, "I knew it sounded familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. When I knew I was going to come back here this morning, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Dr. Donald Blake isn't the psychiatrist to the Avengers. He is an Avenger. It's the same name your brother uses when he has to mingle amongst the Midgardians."

"You wouldn't have been able to really open up to anyone else," Loki cradled me in his arms, "That's why you have me."

"Who else knew you were my doctor?"

"Just Fury," he explained, "He told me he had the most special of special ops to give me that would've hit the closest to home. And that's when I stopped being Loki for an hour or so whenever you called and started being your doctor."

"You know," I rested my head on his shoulder, "I should be pissed off beyond belief at you."

"But…?"

"Thank you, Loki," I kissed his cheek, "Thank you for being there."

"Always, darling."

"Now, for the real question," I wiggled out of his embrace, "How much of my sessions with the good doctor have you told the boss?"

"Enough to keep him content," Loki pulled me back to him, "Not too much."

"Will you tell him about what I said about Kilgrave?"

"Why would I?" he wondered, "What did he say to you?"

"You have to promise me you won't blow up about it," I demanded.

"I swear."

"Alright," I sighed out, "Kilgrave told me that Fury hired on a new handler while we were gone. Coulson confirmed it."

"What would we need a new handler for?"

"According to Coulson," I went on, "they're just on the backburner in case we need one. Kilgrave told me a different tale."

"Oh?" Loki held me tighter.

"Kilgrave said that the new handler was for him," I growled, "And he was joining the team because Fury saw him as too valuable of an asset to kill him."

"No," he snapped, "There's no way. Director Fury wouldn't be so stupid. After what he's done to you? And with his power? Who's to say he won't corrupt either his handler or another SHIELD agent? That's not going to happen."

"He said Fury did it while we were gone, so I wouldn't get in the way," my voice broke.

"Think of it this way," Loki put it into perspective, "You know Kilgrave would want to get you all riled up, right?"

"Right."

"If he was to get handler," he continued, "Why would he still be in max holding?"

Loki had a point, but still. It wasn't enough for me to get some sleep, "I still want to get an answer out of Fury. Just to make sure."

"Would you like me to come with you?" Loki offered, "I think I want to hear it for myself."

"If you don't mind."

"Come on," Loki pulled me up to my feet, "We need to go see Director Fury."

"Now?" I got really nervous.

"Can you think of a better time?"

A/N: Hi, guys! Now we know why Dr. Donald Blake sounded so darn familiar…And next week, we'll be confronting Fury about what's going on with the lunatic downstairs. But first, how about we address some guest comments from last update? To HeavyAway, if you're still reading this, first of all, thank you. You're awesome. I'm glad you like what I do. The OC's amazing because YOU are the OC and you are just a wonderful human being. And I'd update this more than once a week if I didn't have four other stories I update in a week. I also need a little bit of downtime, too. I'm only one person that writes all of these.

I'll admit that this one almost didn't get an update this week. Between the site being mood swingy and my general exhaustion, I was just going to say screw it and not update. But! I persevered! Good for me. And I'll see you next chapter! xx