"Mey."

She rolled over and blinked.

"Hey, baby."

"Ho… Horice?"

"Of course," he smiled and leaned over to kiss her. She scrambled back as his lips landed on hers. "You okay? Oh dear," he muttered and turned from her. "I told you not to drink with the boys once I left you."

"What?" Mey-Rin asked, sitting up. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. "How did I get back to my apartment? Why the hell are you here?"

Horice moved off the bed and stood at the end of the bed, stretched and looked at her. "Jesus, Mey, how much did you drink last night? You forget our whole life together?" He chuckled and shook his head. "I should ask Mauice, and get some of that - I have some exs I'd love to forget about."

"I need to get to the Phantomhive house," she said, pushing the blankets off. She stared at her bare legs and her nightgown bunched up around her hips; clearly she had slept in the clothes. "I need to figure out what is going on."

Horice placed a hand on her shoulder as she pushed past him and turned her. "You only drink last night? No dipping into some of that stash we busted?" He laughed even as he grabbed her chin and moved her head from side to side.

"Fuck off. I wasn't partying with any of the police officers. I was with Sebastian and Ciel. We are trying to find some women who were possibly kidnapped by someone who is selling them to into prostitution."

"You really are stuck on those types of cases," he muttered, running the water in the sink and cleaning his face. "No one would kidnap you, and most of the women who are, I am sure missing persons has their hands full of those cases. You really want to get over there, don't you? All you have been focused on is missing people." He paused and stood, looking at her as she met his gaze. "Geez, Mey, your parents. Fuck. I totally forgot. God damn, I am so sorry."

She let herself be enveloped in his arms. Mey-Rin pushed back and looked at him. "I need to get to Sebastian. I don't know why I am here - or why you are here." She turned and searched for some pants and shoes.

"Baby, what the hell. Who the fuck is Sebastian or Ciel? You leaving me? You leaving with your nightgown on?"

"Jesus Horice, we have been broken up for a like two years. You left me after I left the force, and I began my own business. You hated that I wasn't staying with you, and left what you thought was a great relationship. And leave my parents death out of this," she added, trying to get around him as he stood in the door. "Fuck. Move!"

"NO!"

Mey-Rin hit him and found herself suddenly on the floor, her arms wrapped in chains and her legs also tangled in chains.

"A good catch," a voice said above her. "She is a strong one, coming out of that drug so quickly."

Mey-Rin blinked and turned her head. A man was standing beside her, a smile on his face. In his hand was a needle and Mey-Rin squirmed and pulled on the chains. She glanced up and tugged.

"You turned out to be very strong. And fast. A good combination. Your fellow snoopers abandoned you," he added, sticking the needle into her arm again. "Now, back to your dream land. Kastan is going to be waiting for you when you return, I am sure."

Mey-Rin blinked and felt the drug flowing in her veins. It was an odd experience and she tried to tighten her veins, stopping anything from flowing. She could stop her breathing, but her heart; she whimpered as it flowed still. She blinked and looked up at the ceiling, closed her eyes, and begged her brain, the drug, whatever was going to dictate her dreams, that she would be waking up with Sebastian. Or Ciel… she blinked slowly. They had so much to talk about, even in a dream… so much…

Mey-Rin woke in the same bed she remembered falling asleep on the last time she remembered sleeping. How long had that been? She stretched, and now knowing she was in a drug induced dream, she was glad to be unshackled. She threw off the comforter and she was wearing the same dress from the party. She smiled, good, now if this was dream or a memory because she had not memory of getting to the place she had woken up in. How could she be overpowered? Shaking her head, Mey-Rin crossed to open the door and found the hallway, the walls, the carpet, all the same. She was back at the Phantomhive's home in London.

"Sebastian!" She walked down the stairs and picked up the flowing fabric before it caught around her legs. "Ciel!"

She rounded the corner and found herself looking at the men, and… herself. Mey-Rin backed up a step and looked at the scene. A memory? An out of body - well no, her body was somewhere with some man, with a needle. Damn it, Real Sebastian better be getting her real body soon, she was already confused with what she had experienced. If this was what a bad drug trip felt like, she understood why druggies then sought help.

"… And I called the number, so Jude is eager to meet me."

Mey-Rin's voice seemed to rush and overwhelm her and Mey-Rin turned and watched the three of them eat. Lizzie soon joined and sat down, her plate loaded with eggs and toast. She glared back at Mey-Rin - the vision one - and shrugged. "I'm eating for two."

"Lizzie, dear, I'm not sure it happens so soon," Ciel said as he picked up a piece of toast from her plate and bit into it. He turned back and nodded for Mey-Rin to continue.

"His address is a warehouse, and he asked for me to come with the dress," Mey-Rin said. Real Mey-Rin looked and saw that her vision self - her memory self? It was very confusing - was wearing the normal dress pants and a casual top that had become her standard uniform. "I told him I would, and that's that."

Sebastian sat glowering at her and Real Mey-Rin felt the worry and subtle anger rolling off him. Looking at him from the outside, she could truly understand why many criminals or the underbelly had feared him alone, and then when Earl Phantomhive was standing beside him, well, most were wetting their pants when they knew they had been caught even toeing the line. Mey-Rin had witnessed a few of them crumble and confess to more then just the few broken rules.

"I have expressed my doubt, numerous times," he simply stated.

Ciel nodded. "I'm sure you have. And by the looks of it, you have lost. In times like that, I simply remind myself why we love these stubborn women."

"We are here, you know," Mey-Rin said, rolling her eyes. "And even as a detective, I didn't go in alone. I want you there too."

"But… is this…" Ciel's voice suddenly was cutting in and out and Real Mey-Rin felt herself being pulled back out of the influence of the drugs. Ciel's voice seemed to float around her and then plunge under water, mirky, hard to hear, and then she snapped her eyes open again and the man with the needle was smiling at her side.

"Welcome back," he muttered. "And in time to meet the person you have been waiting for all your life. Or since last night."

Mey-Rin's head lobbed left and she watched as Jude walked toward her. She licked her lips but came away just as dry. She had the leaders' hands on her the night before? She had been in the corner with him and been asked to come and meet Jude… Kastan?

"Ah I see you are awake. I was told you were here. Sorry, I was busy with a shipment," he said with a wink. "And with Kastan of course," he added as he pulled Daniella closer to him. "My love, please, don't struggle, and don't talk. All in time. All in time," he added as he reached over and caressed her cheek. "I knew you would be a good addition to our clients when I saw you. And Daniella zeroed in on you too, well, you had no chance. I wouldn't be too sorry about those men you came with - the Earl and his Butler? Oh yes, I knew who was there, and that was why I gladly accepted the invitation. To snatch a wealthy woman from under their noses. And to get one of the lovers of them too? Oh!" He laughed and Daniella slid up next to him and looked down at Mey-Rin.

"Even the poor girls want to play with the rich men," she said, pulling at Mey-Rin's shirt. It unsnapped and Mey-Rin tried to turn from the simple brush of the fingers. "Oh no struggling my dear Mey. You will be had. By me, by my brother, by the clients."

Mey-Rin's whole body seemed to dry out. This model was kidnapping woman and possibly sleeping with her brother? She looked at Jude and he smiled. "Oh that's new."

"Love is love, ya? Besides, you can't tell me that handsome man of yours isn't thinking about the Earl when he is fucking you. The Earl is so delightfully handsome and delicate. He would look like a young girl if he was dressed in a gown as elegant as yours."

"He is anything by delicate," Mey-Rin spat. Daniella now had unsnapped the shirt all the way and was sliding her hands over the exposed skin and up around Mey-Rin's breasts. She shuttered, and Daniella smiled wider. "Oh that's not in delight, bitch. It's in disgust. You sleeping with your brother, and kidnapping wealthy woman. If you are all about helping the poor, why kidnap them?"

"Because their families or lovers would come for them," Daniella said, straightening. "And then we take them for the money they have, or invite them to sample our, well, goods." She smiled. "A man's needs and desires are very base. Breast, thigh, sex. They are undone with those three. And to get a man to be ready to thrust into the very body of one of those rich girls? Oh the price is up. I think we can get some good money for you."

"You may want to think again," a voice yelled, echoing off the large, bare room. "You may have out manned us the first time, but that was our intent." Daniella and Jude turned and Mey-Rin could see a very angry, masculine Ciel Phantomhive stalking towards them. Weapons drawn and pointed at them both as he took steady and measured steps. He smiled and nodded, seeing Mey-Rin looking at him. "We left you a gift, however, she is one of two Trojan horses I possess. They were pawns in my investigation, but you both, and all who work with you, are my prisoners."

Mey-Rin yelped as she felt the needle sink back into her flesh and suddenly break. She whipped her head right and saw the familiar darkness grab the doctor and suck him in, the needle sticking out of her arm, but not attached to the vial, the liquid on her arm instead. She was still chained, and no matter how much she summoned her demonic powers, tried to pull herself into the darkness that her lover was spreading, she couldn't.

Let me help, my love, please, settle.

I should be able to do this! I swore to protect the master!

And I swore to protect you and train you to be your full demonic self, but I rather enjoy having you cling to your humanity a bit longer.

"Bastard," she whispered as she felt Sebastian's cool hands form around the edges of her shirt and swiftly button her up again. He was fully solid as he undid the shackles of her feet and arms and scooped her up. She turned and saw Ciel pistol whip Jude in the face and point the gun back on Daniella, a gash bleeding on her face.

"I am not a delicate man, Ms. Kastan," he spat as Sebastian carried Mey-Rin and stood beside their master. "Sebastian, can you detain these… vial creatures?"

"Of course, my lord, without question."

Ciel nodded and backed off a pace. Sebastian looked down at Mey-Rin and lowered her to stand, holding on to her as he slipped off his left glove and his black nails, his contract, and creamy naked flesh came into view. He smiled back at the two as the siblings seemed to try to muster one last resolve, but before Sebastian could do anything, Mey-Rin punched Daniella in the face, and kicked Jude in the groin, both sending them back, hitting the table she had been on, and falling, unconsciously to the floor.

"Disgusting whores." She turned and both Sebastian and Ciel had their eyebrows raised. "Glad you made it," she said and took a step forward and promptly sank into the swift arms of her lover, falling into the last of the drug induced dreams.