AN: Okay, it may seem short, but I promised I'd get the next chapter out, and this is what I had. I didn't quite believe that you guys would review so fast. Hmmm. I'll have to watch my negotiations more closely from now on. Y'all are tricky. Okay, I have to go do some dishes now. sobs I hate the crockpot! Although it's not as bad as a thermos. I WILL NOT wash a thermos. That's just pleading to get yourself an infection. All the bacteria in those suckers. (I have that peeve because SOMEBODY likes to leave chicken noodle soup in their thermos and not bring it from the car or WHEREVER they're hiding it to be washed. And by then, it's disgusting and smells, well, like rancid chicken. It's gross! Blood, vomit, I can handle. Even bad meat, turkey included. But chicken noodle soup in a thermos, NO! You do it! Sara Sidle's thing is saliva, mine is thermos's. Go figure.) Oh yeah, as for my disclaimer(OMG, it's really late in the game to post one) Well, here it is.
Disclaimer: This story belongs to me. Albeit, all characters, with the small acceptions of Choebe, Sonya, Leta, and Mamma Rosa belong to Belisarius productions. Kate's head is just too fun to mess with. I can't help but cause her mental anguish. Maybe I'll do a bodily harm one later... Shoot her or something. Wait.. Nope. I did that one already. :D I'll have to think of something else....
Craig looked across the small, worn table at Kate, and smiled. "Do you like your soup? I hope it's not too hot."
Hoping there weren't an narcotics in it, Kate forced herself to swallow the soup, and slightly smiled.
"It's good. Thank you."
"I made it myself," he beamed. "Much better than HIS pasta, isn't it?"
Kate tried to stifle her shock. "You were watching me?"
"I was watching over you." he hastily replied. "I saw your argument with Agent DiNozzo. And later, when he told Abigail he was going to your home, I followed him. Don't worry, he won't hurt you again." Craig assured her. "I'll take care of him."
"What are you going to do?"
"Kill him, of course. For you. For what he did to you."
"He didn't do anything!"
Craig's face clouded. "Why are you defending him? He attacked you."
"What? Tony helped me after you tried to assault me!"
Craig was taken aback. "I was drunk, Caitlyn. I didn't mean any of it. I would never hurt you."
"Neither would Tony!"
Craig's surprise slowly switched to rage as it dawned on him. "You're playing me! You and him planned this out!" Craig yelled as he violently stood and jerked Kate out of her chair by the arm. He drug her down the brick hall and unlocked the room where Tony was tied.
Tony's head shot up when he heard the tangle of footsteps coming down the hall.
"Kate!"
"Tony, I'-"
"Shut up! Don't talk unless I say so!" Craig snapped, shoving Kate back into her chair.
"Let her go! Your problem's with me!"
Craig paused in tying Kate to look up angrily at Tony. "What'd I tell you, damn it?! If-"
Craig dropped to the floor, cut off in mid-sentence as Kate's hand firmly clamped down on his testicles.
"Bitch." he moaned, struggling to rise and finish tying her.
With him lying on the floor, Kate ripped the rope loose and kicked him in the stomach with the heel of her shoe. Then she quickly got to work on Tony's hands.
"Go!" he yelled at her. "Leave me here and go!"
"No! Damn, I wish I had my kni-" She remembered the knife lying on the kitchen counter near the stove and took off for the kitchen. She spotted it immediately and ran back into the room. Craig was still on the floor behind Tony, so she took a firmer grip on the knife and started again on the bonds around Tony's hands.
"I'm almost done. Then I need you to untie yourself while I tie him up." Kate commanded.
"You need to tie him first! What-"
Tony stopped talking as he heard Kate drop the knife and a body hit the ground.
"Kate?" She didn't answer him.
"Kate!" Craig slowly walked around to face Tony. "What'd you do to her you son of a bitch?"
"Shut up!" Craig hoarsely yelled and struck Tony across the face, drawing blood from his mouth.
"She's fine." Craig spat. He drug Kate's dead weight back into the chair and retied her. "She'll wake up eventually, running her mouth from the moment she does. Make sure you keep yours shut." Craig tightened the rope around Kate's ankles and began walking to the door.
"Or else what?" Tony defiantly ventured.
Craig stopped still in the doorway, his gentle green eyes seemed cold and hard. "Or else Caitlyn there isn't going to have an easy time." He sneered suggestively.
Tony's eyes lit up like a firebrand. "So help me God, if you lay one finger on her-"
Craig shrugged. "Have it your way. And when Caitlyn wakes up, I'll have her mine."
AN: I really appreciate y'all's reviews. Yeah, jtb, I know Kate most likely would have tied Craig up first, but for the sake of my next chapter, she didn't. Maybe she was going to beat the hell out of him first. I don't really know WHAT she was thinking. She's the creation of Bellisario or someone like that. Take it up with them! :D That was soooooo wrong of me. Hehehe.
Review Please!!!!! I'll love you for forever and ever and ever and ever.. And maybe I'll update Not Another One. In fact, I'll start on the third try of the fourth chapter again tonight. BUT, I want at least nine more reviews for this chapter of American Nightmare first. Then I'll post the next chapter of NAO. No sooner. :D I'm so evil. REVIEW!
