Girl Interrupted Revisits.

Opening Thoughts - I'd like to thank RMSO Blue , for trying to help me in my time of desperate need, and I'd also like to apologize to my girl for having her review a chapter in Daniel, that really didn't exist and was simply there because I was testing out my Microsoft Word Processor which I fixed on my own! So the chapter Nine - Teen in that story was simply Mahogany willin' out cuz of her stroke of success, my bad.

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The brilliant shades of black shone as the calm hum of his jaguar pulled into his destination. Swiftly he pulled the keys out of the ignition hearing a slight sigh of exhaustion come from the thing as he did such. He threw the keys aside, his eyes scanning the area ahead of him, than back to the clock that blinked rapidly in his corner eye view four - fifty nine patiently turning to five o'clock in the morning. It was a pitch black winter morning , the flawless white snow draped the streets, shivering chills in the winds passed him leaving the clink of frozen tree branches to be brought to his cautious attention.

The door opened widely revealing Marcus Brown on the other end of the door, Miguel smirked efficiently as Marcus returned the gesture coolly as he dangled a beige looking envelope in front of his friends face," I assumed you'd be looking for this..." He continued complying to the awaiting glances that past Miguel's expressions.

Just the man I wanted to see. Miguel thought intently, as he stepped aside of the front door's threshold leaving an open range for Marcus to enter.

"You got it?" Miguel question his tone masking surprise as he looked from the large envelope back to a grinning Marcus." I mean it wasn't like I doubted you, or anything I of all people should know what an expert you are - " He paused from his baffling lost for words within the joy he felt of the success. Endlessly and unbelievingly congratulating Marcus on his brilliance as they walked towards his living room. Once there Marcus handed the envelope to Miguel he opened it slowly with anticipation as he slid the contended onto his coffee table.

"Everything should be there," Marcus explained with a satisfied sigh " all the papers, cards..." he trailed as he took a seat on a nearby couch spreading his arm across each side, letting his weary head rest back.

"Was it hard? Their system's a bitch to break through. They have high definition security on everything. Took me all night to break it." Miguel said passively as he surveyed elements that laid in his sight.

Marcus raised his head arcing his precise brow at his childhood partner in shear utter humour. Amateur, he thought in a sardonic hiss of laughter.

" It's my line of work Mike, " Marcus declared proudly. " You figure out how long it took me,"

Miguel shook his head as he glanced at Marcus from across the white marbled coffee table. ' Cocky Bastard...' Miguel spewed.

" Hey, don't hate the player baby - hate the game!"

A dart of hazel brown appeared in the front view mirror as Miguel took one last look at his attire. He paused momentarily wondering if going through such great lengths for something, that he no longer believed in would actually be worth it, and what after effects and consequences his actions might have if his convinced bullet proof plan didn't work out. The thoughts that flooded his restless contemplations would have been enough for him to desert the aspect. However a growing interest on the matter defeated him, and the appearance of the domain in front of him enticing the want for some sort of vindication.

Miguel exited the car throwing his jacket over his shoulders. He fumbled through the disguise he sported while looking from left to right, taking a small identification card into his possessions before sliding it into the appropriate spot.

"As of today you are no longer Miguel Lopez - Fitzgerald. You are now, Joseph Malone rookie security guard!" Marcus snickered in a satirical manner" Hell of a drastic step down, from a midnight pimp don't you think? Shit, last time I checked man labour wasn't your thing."

He didn't respond for awhile, as the room grew silent and the growing need in Miguel's actions was almost transparent to Marcus.

"So much you know, I do what I have to...no matter what I have to do to get it done." Miguel responded in a dark style, the joke which was to be past from one friend to another dismissed him as he kept on with his work.

A smile crossed his lips as it was found, he knelt within eye view as he tinkered with the high definition lock. Seconds past too quickly as the lock remained reluctant to submit to his wants, but still he continued to tamper with it desperately.

C'mon, c'mon... His mind coaxed as the lock remained in the same state. Curses of dismay crossed his breath as he stood once more turning to lean against the steel pended fully locked door.

"Your welcome man," Marcus said as he stepped away from the customary hand shake." Hey, you know you could always show your undying gratitude to me by hooking me up with that fine assed little bartendress you have - what's her name again ?" He paused in his rigid admiration towards Ms. Evans. " Bianca, her number would always be appreciated."

Miguel silenced as if giving the idea some true thought before speaking once more." Your not her type,"

"How would you know? Did you tell her about me?" He bombarded. "You did didn't you!?" he continued not even letting Miguel get a word in as he hit him on the chest playfully.

"No. Just trust me on that one okay?"

The number, quickly he padded down his outfit to find a small crinkled up paper with a few numbers inscribed on it. Miguel's eyes searched the door to find a numerical lock up above him. When his access was granted he entered the almost chillingly sinister room as the door shut boldly behind him. His steady breathing intermitted with the stillness as he took a round view of the place. Taking a slim flashlight from his belongings he lit it searching the walls of the sparse room.

His eyes widened with awareness as he turned the flashlight to a specific spot in the room, quickly hearing the husky loud voices of people each some becoming more apparent as they approached the room. Miguel's quick glances turned to the door as it opened letting light that would reveal his presence pass through spitefully taking the time he'd stolen.

There was a silence for a few moments as the full figured man searched the room, his partner awaiting him inches behind. " Everything look's fine here." He stated while turning slightly, "hey why don't you check the left wing - I'll do the right, and if were lucky we might get to leave early for once!" The man chuckled closing the door.

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"As you can see ladies, Pas, is a very interested in your company. So much so, we'll be willing to be very lineant in any agreement you two might have." The thin thick glaced young man declared finishing his small presentation to Charity and Katharine in their conference room. He along with three other men, had past the last hour trying desperately to persuade both of them to sign over the rights to Grace's companies to be owned by their company, since the small homemade businesses had become quite popular in the big city.

Charity glanced at the folder of business demographics that the man slid over to both Charity . Kay, slickly and self-assuredly she crossed her fingers letting her elbows lay on the desk softly. She smirked attentively at the three standing men, before searching each ones posterior profoundly seeing the unsettled demeanour in their being.

"Well ladies, what will it be? Do we have a business deal or what?" A low toned voice questioned stepping away from the lineage of which he stood.

"Well gentlemen," Kay began softly while standing from her seat tossing, the folders that she hardly took a first look at on the table, and crossing her arms." Miss Standish and I have had a time to really think about this, since you've been barraging us about this for what…months." She paused smiling in a full fletched manner catching the distinct look of fear in one man's eye. " The answer is no."

"I don't think either of you really understand - " One of them burst out in staged perplexity, almost expecting something along these lines from two young women who knew nothing about the business world.

Charity stood at the comment , opposing to the condescending tone." No, I don't think you understand. Now I'm very sure that this Pas, company is a fine establishment. But I'm afraid you fail to understand that these companies have been owned by the Standish women for centuries, and that is how it will remain."

"Couldn't of said it better myself," Katharine complimented with a smile turning to Charity, her visage quickly shading back to grim when her eyes endangering the men to say more. It was unanimous that they didn't want to take that kind of chance.

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They met again. Yet another one of their late night guarded, rendez -vous. However, This time the fervent gestures calming down into those that were more shy almost nervous as if scared to relive the past nights events, having to also experience again what happened afterwards. At least that what her mind kept running towards , as they were in the same space, once again sharing the same quickened breaths and kisses.

Each night proved yet again to them both that they were no longer just friend's nor would they ever be just lover's. Each night they spent together, letting the midnight stance of it embrace them, they both harshly realized that they found themselves somewhere frustratingly in between…Indeed they did care about each other as much as that would go, but them being together never brought out any kind of deep feelings that was expected to be expressed somewhere in the middle of everything they had.

Charity didn't want it that way, as strange as it sounded even to her. How could she ever be ready to look at one man in the same way, when she knew that her heart was still with another. The thought of the fact, made her hate the woman she'd started to become, the thought of her actually having some sort of need in her relationship with Miguel made her question her very strengths and made her cringe at the realization of her weaknesses.

She snapped out of her significant thoughts, as her glances caught up with Kay and Bianca who know broke out of their buzzing conversations full of crazed gossip to gawk at their friend.

"What is this about?" Charity questioned, laughing softly as she took an immense guzzle water from her chilled glass, as she looked from Kay to Bianca.

"Nothing," They both passed on through their long gazes. Nothing Indeed, their eyes express a certain state of disbelief, as they turned to one another and then back to Charity.

They saw her. In fact they both thought it was more proper to say that they saw them, for months the both of them had been gullibly lead to believe that Charity had been taking some sort of pottery class to occupy her time. Yet, not much to either's surprise it was all a well fabricated lie, unless the tall dark - haired figure was her pottery class instructor… which might of explained why she was there so damn much. Equally, they sat wanting Charity both eagerly wanting to know about this man, and hear about why he was so principal that she could keep such a thing away from the two most important women in her life.

Nothing my ass! Bianca thought angered beyond all means, she'd spent forever planning the perfect meeting for her boss and Charity, all for her to dumb him and her dreams for higher employment down the drain! "We were just wondering how this pottery class was going - you seem to like it allot." Bianca inquired, as Kay arched her brow in common inquisitiveness.

"Good … I guess, I mean if you call a bunch of single women in one room desperately trying to live their secret fantasies of making that scene from ghost a close reality, I'd say it was - great." Charity responded speedily , in choppy sentence.

Lying. They both knew she was, Charity was always lying when she spoke in that type of quickness and fumbling sentences. So there convictions were truths and Charity actually was seeing someone, they were happy for her it had seemed like a shame for a woman of Charity's magnitude to live out her life alone mourning Patrick's death.

"Really? Well are they still accepting, I mean me and Bianca could register and then we could do this pottery thing together." Kay suggested smiling coyly at Bianca.

" I definitely agree, I mean girl we haven't done anything together in a long time. Time is precious you do know that Charity…"

She fought the temptation of the slight urge of water resting at her throat. They knew, it was the only conceivable explanation for the present interest in something they've both expressed hatred for. If anything the ladies that sat ahead of her had in common was that they hated un-purposeful art projects.

"No. You can't registration is filled up and plus my instructor is a difficult egotistical bastard, I don't think he'd let his own mother in."

As if practiced Kay and Bianca turned to each other, partaking looks of doubtful confusion. Perhaps the man they say Charity speaking to could have been this pottery instructor… he looked the type. Fashionably dressed, artistically proportioned and at the time of their meeting it seemed as if Charity seemingly rued each moment she spent in his company.

They turned back to Charity shifting the conversation to other things as Charity , let out a silent sigh or relief the clock of ticking past her nightly actions to be kept for another instant.

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She swung her hips rhythmically to the music that boomed through the each space of the room. Slowly from left to right she did in the technique that she knew he'd always crave for. Little by little her moves got more personal and her body pressed closer to his, at this point until her willing fingertips drew down the nape of his neck and her heavily breathed whispers could be heard in his ear.

Her seductive grin widened as she felt his arms slithering unhurriedly past her smoothly shaped waist and downwards near to sensitive small of her back.

" I know, you've been with her…" She spoke softly, "I mean I expected it, she does have some desirable qualities…I just wanted you to know I understand we all have our moments of weakness" Yiezmien laughed wryly as she tore away from Miguel looking into the deep entrancing hazel. " But I'm back now,"

He looked back into hers with a dazed confusion in him, " And that's supposed to make some difference to me! Yiezmien when will you get it through your think skull, who I've decide to bed is none of your concern ." Miguel hissed softly as he distanced himself more, still immovable in the embrace.

"You know it's funny how your words tell me things you're body doesn't." She retorted, " It's useless trying to put on this act in front of me but we both know you haven't truly gotten me out of your system." She whispered her eager fingertips sliding down the perfectly trimmed aspects of his chest down to his belt buckle.

"Yiezmien - " He cut her gestures off in mid movement, taking her hand and tightly gripping it while turning all of her attentions to him. "Listen to me closely because I'm only going to say this once. I don't want you or love you anymore, so you could save all of this for some other man who wants to deal with your shit okay!?"

She untangled the grasp at the seize of his words, her eyes still transfixed within his. His eyes gleaming with a raging anger that she knew better not to test. Yet no matter how grave Miguel's advances were she couldn't help but make the matters superior to what they've become by grazing a distant kiss upon him, pushing away in the occurrences while grinning chastely.

"Okay."

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"Charity!?" He stated our of complete shock. " I - I didn't know you were going to be here tonight." He fumbled as he stood not daring to question how much she might have seen tonight.

"I noticed." She responded in a slight thunder. He commenced to greet her in a tender manner, as she recoiled from them sending off a warning glance. Charity fumed at the thought he want to me so amorous, moments before he carried on as if her existence was oblivious.

Miguel stood quietly , waiting as if on death sentence for his fate, thought his presence expressed an air as if he'd done nothing wrong.

Anger serge through her body as her darkened blue orbs searched the are for some way of expressing it in the calmest method. With no confrontations, Douglas who found himself situated in between the happening, past Charity his scotch and shared the shock in watching the drink trickle quickly down Miguel's pants.

The blonde then smiled , " She's quite attractive. I'd love to meet her sometime." She ended leaving the scene, without the slightest hint of vengeance. Yet as her footsteps found herself away from the audience, she cursed herself beyond means for her stupidity.

" No ties…no commitments."

The two voices in agreance with the statement ringing through her mind. One voice in particular never even bothering to fathom beyond the reflexive moments of passion. Not once ever considering that maybe past how much she fought to hide that the words that she spoke, didn't abide with the feelings she felt.

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Closing Thoughts - Well, I've been thinking about it and I figure it must be annoying to wait patiently by for me to get off my ass and update. So, if the schedule allows you might see ' Un Amor" more frequent! But in the extreme case that there is a delay there's always that trusty author update!

Bimini81 - Girl I know! But it wasn't like I didn't expect it with the way the show was going. But don't worry if y'all still want to read this it is most definitely going to be here.