I am torturing the poor boy. Don't worry though. He'll get help. Eventually. Hopefully. We'll see.

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Warnings: Violence, Choking, Angst, Hallucinations, Head Injury. Still in the process of writing so check here for new warnings as I go!

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Tugging his jacket tighter around him Street did his best to ignore the shivers that seemed to be racking through his body. Which he was vaguely aware didn't make any sense. The sun was high in the afternoon sky and everyone around him was wearing normal LA summer clothes. Outside of a passing thought that they didn't really register that something was off.

The only thing that he had found himself able to focus on was the idea of finding Keller. He knew that the man was the key to everything that was going on. If he could just find him than everything would go back to normal. It would be okay.

The only problem with that was the fact that he had no idea where he was supposed to even start looking. With how much time was spent trying to find both Keller and Baylon one would think he'd have something to go off of. There was nothing though. There had never been anything.

Which lead him to where he was now. His eyes roamed over all the faces that walked through the streets hoping that maybe he'd recognize one as Keller. It was a Hail Mary and he was fully aware of that, but he couldn't think of anything else.

It wasn't as if he had decided to walk the entire city looking for the man though. He could remember being told that Keller had spent a lot of time around there. At least he had been when he was back in college.

It was so odd to think that the man had basically disappeared after he dropped out. Normally people were only able to do that with outside help and nothing they found had brought in anyone else into the fray.

How was it possible that they had never actually found anything? They had spent so long gathering information on both Keller and Baylon they should have something. Especially given the fact that they had known about them fairly early on in their investigation. They were never really hidden during the investigation.

That was another thing that he'd never really understood. When it came to organizations, especially ones that dealt with crime, the person pulling the strings was protected. Revealing who they were was a death sentence.

It didn't matter if the underlings were too fearful or respectful of the person in control. In the end, it was always difficult, if not impossible, to get them to flip on their leaders. That was just how things went.

This case threw all of that out the window though. The people that the team talked to openly told them about Baylon and Keller. At least they did once the team realized what questions they should be asking. After that getting names and sketches was easy. In the end though, they hadn't given them any helpful information.

When the names had first been dropped and they started looking into the pair Street had actually wondered if the men were being framed. They seemed too normal, and frankly boring, to pull off the crimes they were being accused of.

All of that was thrown out the window fairly quickly though. Mostly because neither Baylon nor Keller were hiding what they did. Yes, it was impossible to find the men, but they were too proud of everything that they did to not let the team know it was them.

Except he wasn't actually sure that's what ended up happening. He had never met either Keller or Baylon. At least he didn't count what happened with Baylon as a meeting. Not that he had any idea what he was supposed to call it. It was just something that happened that he had to deal with.

"Deal with?" Baylon laughed from beside him, "My dear, you are not 'dealing' with anything at all. You are… Oh, what's the words I'm looking for?"

"Shut up," Street muttered under his breath his eyes darting around hoping no one way paying attention to him.

"No, that's not it. Delusional? Close, but not quite right. Hmm… Oh, do you think crazy would fit?"

"I'm not crazy."

An almost happy laugh escaped Baylon at that. He could never understand how someone could sound so pleased about what was going on. He felt as if he was losing his mind and the man next to him was…

Cursing under his breath Street tugged at his jacket once more trying to starve off the ice that seemed to be running through his veins. He hated how easy it was for him to forget that there wasn't anyone next to him. Baylon was dead. Tan had killed him.

Except he was standing next to him. At least, an image of him was there. A ghost. A vision. A delusion. He was completely sure that he wanted to know the answer to that specific question. He just wanted him gone. He wanted it all gone.

Forcing himself to take a deep breath Street started to move once more his eyes darting around trying to find any sign of Keller. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but it was better than sitting at home doing nothing.

"Doing nothing?" Baylon questioned appearing in front of him with a pout, "I thought we were having a wonderful conversation, dear. About Luca and how that pretty little mind of yours is coming a part at the seams."

Shaking his head quickly he tried, for what felt like the thousandth time, to get the other man to disappear. The action only brought another laugh from him. He knew exactly what was going on and was enjoying it.

"Well, can you blame me?" Baylon questioned stuffing his hands into his pockets and trying to look innocent, "It's just so much fun, sweetheart."

Speeding up Street tried to put some distance between him and Baylon though he knew that it wasn't going to do any good. The man was in his head. There was nowhere for him to run or hide. He couldn't escape him.

It felt good to move though. To feel the concrete and gravel beneath his feet as he walked. To be around people without them even really realizing that he was there. There was something almost freeing about that.

"Oh, yes," Baylon spoke once more, "Very freeing running from all you problems. Though you do that quite a bit from what I can see. Always running away from everything."

"I'm not running," Street denied before he could stop himself.

"Of course not. You're too weak for that."

The sudden turn from playful to almost furious had Street tightening his grip on his coat until his knuckles turned white. No matter how much his mind screamed at him that it wasn't real, that Baylon couldn't hurt him again, that tone terrified him.

Without thinking Street let his head drop to his chest as he started to walk faster. The idea of finding Keller suddenly didn't seem all that important. The only thought running through his mind was getting away.

Right behind him Baylon started to hum. The noise was so soft, but it felt as if it was right in his ear. The man was right there. He was always right there. No matter how fast he moved or how many much he begged for him to be gone; he was still there. He couldn't do anything about it.

Ever since he woke up in the hospital there was a feeling of being out of control that had taken up residence in his chest. It was as if the world had somehow stopped spinning while he kept moving and he had no idea what he was supposed to do about it.

Every step he took he felt as if the ground beneath his feet was going to shift and swallow him whole. Every breathe he took felt stifled to the point where he wasn't sure he was actually breathing at all. Every sound he heard made him feel as if he had been tossed into the ocean.

"I thought you said you didn't run, dear?" Baylon questioned sounding calm once more.

Swallowing roughly Street shook his head refusing to reply to the man. It wasn't as if the man was actually there. He just had to remember that and not let him get into his head anymore than he already was.

He could do that. He knew that he could do that. No matter what Baylon said he wasn't weak by any means. With everything that he had dealt with in his life that was the one thing that he held close to his heart.

Maybe it was foolish of him, but the fact that he hadn't let his past break him was a point of pride. The knowledge that he had already faced dark days made it all that much easier to believe that he could handle whatever life through at him next.

"Again," Baylon cut in with a disappointed sigh, "You're running away."

Digging his nails into his palms Street forced himself to focus on the pain. All he had to do was continue to ignore him. Baylon was like a gnat. As soon as he got bored he'd leave and Street would be able to get on with his life once more.

"Is that really what you think?" Baylon asked almost pityingly, "Oh honey. No, you're stuck with me. I already told you that. I'm never going away. Isn't that what you want though? Someone that's never going to leave you?"

Street felt himself freeze at that. He knew in that back of his mind that the man was a figment of his imagination and therefore knew exactly what to say to get under his skin. He knew that it wasn't real. None of it was real. Yet hearing those words…

All of his life he had wanted to hear those words came from someone and know that they were truthful. The knowledge that for once someone was picking him over everyone else was all he ever dreamed of having.

Having those words come from Baylon though sent a wave of something through him that he couldn't quite identify. With everything that had happened around him lately he wasn't fully sure he wanted to attempt figuring it it out.

Not with the knowledge of who and what the man in front of him was. Nothing about the situation should have been difficult. It never should have been difficult. Yet the only thing that he felt when he thought about Baylon was confusion.

How was that right? How as it possible that someone that he had…

He had only been there to arrest him. That was it. There was no questions about his guilt or Hell, outside of the initial run after the shooting it hadn't been difficult to catch him. Given what he had seen that day the man had probably wanted to be caught.

There was nothing about him that should have thrown Street off as much as he was. As soon as he had eyes on Baylon than everything was fairly cut and dry. All he had to do was arrest the man and take him into custody.

That wasn't what happened though. Why wasn't that what happened? How could he, after so many other times of succeeding, fail to do his job? How could he still be so confused about everything that was going on?

There was just something about the other man that made it impossible for him to think straight. Something that he had taken full advantage of that night. Something he was still fucking taking advantage of.

That thought got to him more than it should. Of course, someone was going to use everything in their power to get away when they were about to be arrested. It just made sense. If that happened to be manipulation than so be it.

"You're thoughts are so boring sometimes," Baylon practically pouted as they took another corner, "Why don't we talk about something more fun? Like your roommate."

"Shut up," Street glared at the man forgetting he was trying not to talk to him.

"So defensive. Have you realized yet you only do that when dear old Dominique Luca is brought up, dear?"

"Stop it."

"Why do you hate me bringing up your roommate so? It's almost like you're afraid of something. I can't say I blame you though. We both know you care for him. Deeply."

Shaking his head in an attempt to push the mans words away Street picked up speed ignoring the pain it caused him. At that moment he couldn't bring himself to care about any of that. The only thing that mattered to him was…

He had no idea. The words were on the tip of his tongue and he had no idea what they were even supposed to be. It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense anymore. He just wanted it to stop. All of it. It was too much for him to handle.

Swallowing roughly Street looked around at where he was for the first time in awhile. The world around him somehow looked exactly the same and completely different from what he was used to seeing.

Empty buildings, overflowing dumpsters, graffiti. He could be practically anywhere in the entire city. Yet deep down there was something telling him that he hadn't been there before. At least that's what he thought it was saying.

Feeling the tears sting his eyes he backed himself up until he was pressed against a brick wall. He tried to force himself to take a deep breath, but he could feel his chest getting tighter and tighter the more he tried.

Without thinking Street reached down and tried to pull out his phone. The device fell to the ground hard enough that he heard the screen shatter. The sob he had been trying to hold back broke free as he picked it up once more.

His hands shook painfully as he stared down at the black screen praying that it would turn on. For a moment nothing happened. Screwing his eyes shut Street threw his head back causing it to crack into the bricks though he paid no attention to it.

After a moment he opened his eyes once more and looked at the screen. A spiderweb crack took over most of the space, but it was working and that was all that mattered. Ignoring the way the glass cut at his fingers he quickly logged in and found the number he was looking for.

Hitting call he waited for a moment needing to hear the voice that always seemed to calm him down. A moment passed in complete silence and he couldn't stop himself from screaming as he tossed the phone to the side.

"Oh, honey," Baylon muttered softly kneeling in front of him as he curled into a ball, "So very stupid. You are so very stupid."