The Deepest Depths Of High

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Summary: Morts divorce left him feeling so empty and useless. Instead of moving on hes moving on to different things. He starts out with drugs which turns into an addiction but then a new girl enters his life. But can anyone save him now? R for language sexuality and extreme drug & alcohol use.

A/N: Hi everybody! I just wanna say THANK YOU so much for your reviews, Dawnie-7 and ADeppGirl. I honestly don't mind you two being my only readers because you're great reviewers!! Thanks so much! Here's chapter 10! Wow 10 chapters...Maybe when I'm done with this fic, I'll write a sequel and publicize it better...Then everyone will be forced to read this one first! :D ---Rae

Chapter Ten:

And it was back on the plane for me.

I was sitting there by the window, reading the Frank Gerald book Tiffany gave me. I put it down for a second to look at my watch. I should be home by 7:00...one more hour. I started to think if I should start writing up some story when I get home....I would...but what the hell am I going to write about? My talent of making up plots has obviously vanished....I needed something really...really...I don't know. I don't really care what it is. I just need something.

I looked down at the book in my hands. This was good writing....If I could just...borrow a few little details from it....

No! You bastard! No plagarizing in the security-surrounded aircraft!

Shooter's back.

"Oh shut up," I muttered to myself. "No one will notice...."

Nobody is going to notice that you copied your story from one of the best-selling novels in the country?

"Nope."

Careful, Mr. Rainey.

"Shut up, Shooter!"

I could feel my voice rising and eyes averting toward me....I tried to calm myself. Only 49 more minutes, Mort, then you'll be able to see your wonderful Tiffany again. She'll help you. She'll help you with your story. Just put the book down.

Obeying myself, I put the book down on the empty seat next to me. It was like the book was setting off a force for me to grab it then start paraphrasing it all on the receipt from Smith's in my pocket. But I couldn't. I wasn't going to copy these words....

Forty-four more minutes.

I rested my head against the back of the seat and closed my eyes. I wanted to see Tiffany so bad. I was missing her like crazy. Man, I'm so in love....

It was only a few more seconds and I was fast asleep.

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I called Tiffany the second I stepped off the plane. Like usual, the connection was fucked up, but she told me to meet her at the Boulevard Casino. I found my car in the parking lot and drove over to the casino almost mechanically. I missed her so much...I needed to see her again.

From what I could tell through the crappy connection on my cell phone, she'd been at the casino beacuse my backup agent had called my house, but Tiffany answered. He said she needed to meet him at the casino. I was going to ask why...I was also going to ask why she was in my house...But I really do need a new antenna or something.

I finally got to the casino and hurried in, looking around everywhere for a pair of green eyes....I had no idea where to find her...But then as my eyes were scanning around the slot area, I spotted a beautiful brown-haired girl and couldn't help but smile. I walked up behind her as she was standing next to and talking to someone at the slots. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her waist from behind, causing her to jump slightly. She spun around, looked in my eyes and shrieked. I pulled her closer and kissed her. It felt so good to hold her again. But her kiss felt different after not tasting it in so long....It was so simple but gave me more chills than ever before.

We broke apart, looking back in eachother's eyes, our foreheads touching. "I missed you so much," she breathed, not being able to stop smiling.

Neither could I. "I missed you too."

"Three weeks is a long time, you know that?"

"I found that out."

I could feel several pairs of eyes on us, but I didn't care. I was so happy to see her again. Our lips met again for a few seconds, letting us keep realizing how in love with eachother we are. We let go and looked into eachother's eyes again. "So..." I said. "Are you going to help me with my story?"

She looked slightly uneasy. "Well...I told you I'm not much of a writer..."

"And I told you I'm not either."

She smiled. "Okay. I'll come over tomorrow."

"Thank you, baby. I have no idea what I'm going to write about."

"I'm sure you've been working on something...."

"No. No, I haven't."

She shook her head playfully. "You bad boy....We'll have to get to work then."

Suddenly I had quite an ingenious idea.... "Hey, baby...Maybe you could be my...stenographer?"

Her face fell. "Stenographer?"

"Yeah! We'd get it all done a billion times faster! Please?"

"Well..."

Weapon number 32. The pout.

She laughed. "Fine! Whatever..."

"Thank you!" I gave her a quick hug, a quick kiss, and dashed out of the casino, heading home to prepare my story. And I wasn't going to use any kind of utensils or crutches or whatever you want to call them this time. I'm only using my mind....This mind under so many signs of construction, yet still functioning. I'm glad everything is falling back into place....Amy is out of my life completely...I finally have a chance to start over. Completely.

So I sat down at my computer and started to think.

And think.

And think some more.

I finally got it.

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A/N: Aw I'm such a loser...giving you two wonderful readers such a short chapter :( well I love you! ---Jamie