A/N: December 15 was "betty's" birthday! the big 2-0! so we had a party for her and it convinced me even more that she'll never grow up. However old we get we're both gonna be the same losers that we are now. Not that there's anything wrong with being a loser, seeing as I openly admit, embrace and love the loser that is me. If you accept you're a loser or whatever it just means you don't have to worry about trashing your reputation...hmm...wow...deep thoughts. maybe not, anyway. here you go.

Ch. 8 Meeting

The place was empty when she got up and she'd found a note from Jason saying he would be out for a while. So Robin decided to have a look around. It had been so long since she'd been there. She saw some framed pictures around. One of Michael, Carly, and Sonny and one of his sister and his grandmother. It was a cozy little home. But there was an odd feeling when he was there, anyone could sense the tension that surrounded him. It was like he was uncomfortable in his own home. There was a reason. Because he'd shared it with her. It was then that Robin realized that she hadn't seen any pictures of her anywhere.

'That's a good sign. I guess.' she thought. 'I mean how in love with someone can you be if you don't even have any pictures of them?'

The ring of her phone cut into her thoughts.

"Hello?" she answered. "Where are you calling from? Because the calls are being traced. Because I'm supposed to be being stalked. Nice job with the guard yesterday. No, of course I knew you would take care of it. Meet? is that a good idea-....ok. Bye."

Robin hung up the phone and took a quick look around. She didn't want to, but she had to meet with him. She poked her head out and saw that there weren't any guards in the hall at the moment. Robin took the chance and went to the stairwell, not wanting to get caught waiting for the elevator. She climbed down the steps hoping to be back before Jason.

"What took you so long?" he questioned angrily.

"I wanted to make sure that none of the guards saw me." the brunette answered.

"Alright, where do you stand with Morgan?"

"I'm staying at his place. The stalker story worked, you were right."

"Of course. But now its time for the next step." he handed her the small object, which she quickly put inside her jacket pocket.

"I still can't believe I'm doing this. Or that I'm helping you."

"We're helping each other. Don't forget that you're getting what you want from all this, too. Though it would save a lot of money and resources if we'd done it my way."

"No." she said quickly. "I told you already. I wouldn't be....I'm not comfortable with murder. Even if I'm not the one doing it." the man before her let out a chuckle and looked at her amusingly.

"But making someone think their life is a lie you're fine with?"

"Damn." he whispered to himself pulling the bloody paper towel out from under his nose.

Though she may not look like it, the girl could definitely handle herself. Price realized it only after he'd been on the receiving end of good hit. He made a mental note not to underestimate her. It had definitely been a task to medicate the blonde. Of course he would prefer not to, but he couldn't just let her bang and scream all day without doing anything about it if he wanted people to believe she was an actual patient. Actually, if it were up to him he would just let her go and forget he ever agreed to such a thing.

"Dr. Price, you have a call." the secretary told him, and he thanked her before picking up the phone.

"This is Price." he answered, hearing a voice on the other end that he would rather not.

"Doctor, how is our patient today?"

A/N: I'm kinda iffy on this one, but "betty" insisted that it's important to the story and she's right plus I don't like cuz its shorter than they usually are, but she just had a birthday so I'll let her get away with it. anywhoo, sorry about the delay but I'm back (enter applause here). and I solemnly swear to not flunk anymore chem. finals. tee hee inside joke I'm not taking anymore science classes. EVER!